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For Far Too Long I Have Searched For You

For far too long I have searched for you
and when I saw you the first time
there was the sudden recognition
as if I had found a part of myself in you,
as if for ages you have been my companion

and still I know that you are lovely,
that your presence, your voice,
continually draws people nearer
and it's as if I constantly keep remembering you,
as if you are perfect and I know that I am right with this.

poem by Gert Strydom
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At The End Of A Perfect Day

Its all in a perfect way
Just a part of the perfect way
And as long as the world goes around
I will pray as I lay me down
At the end of a perfect day
I wake to greet another morning
And feel the cold beneath my feet
I rise to hear my future calling
Its calling to me
I watch the people through my window
Then turn the radio up loud
And then I sit and watch the sun go
And I know as the rains coming down
Its all in a perfect way
Just a part of the perfect way
And as long as the world goes around
I will pray as I lay me down
At the end of a perfect day
Everybody needs some highs and lows
I guess were lucky to be here
And I dont care which way the wind blows
Cos I know through the laughter and the tears
Its all in a perfect way
Just a part of the perfect way
And as long as the world goes around
I will pray as I lay me down
At the end of a perfect day
Just a part of the perfect way
And as long as the world goes around
I will pray as I lay me down
At the end of a perfect
At the end of a perfect
At the end of a perfect day

song performed by by Ronan Keating
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Blue Sky Memories (In Answer To O Ingrid Jonker, For Daleen)

Blue sky memories continually comes to me
of a day under a bright summer sun
as if a part of you stays lingering,
when I love you even more (if I could)
while continually you are snared in my remembering.
Even when times of bad weather want to come
there is an unbreakable bond between us,
while continually I am astounded by our love.
Blue sky memories continually lingers in my thoughts
when I forget all of my previous heartaches,
when continually I am lost in you
and I always know about the depth of our love.
The sparkling sun continuously brings new hope,
when we walk days, months and years together on a road.

poem by Gert Strydom
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I Recognize Your Voice

I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter,
when I enter a room full of people
and even your soft steps each day

catches me with a tingle time after time,
through your beauty that flowers continually.
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter,

sometimes it feels as if you are waiting on me
but constantly you do astound me
and even your soft steps each day

has a kind of skipping to them
and with being in love I am stupid.
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter,

sometimes hear it echoing at night
although your face is disguised by the darkness
and even your soft steps each day,

but our love is not a game of force
and still continually you turn my life upside down.
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter
and even your soft steps each day

poem by Gert Strydom
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To Me His Presence Is A Mystery

When havoc and disaster came my way
upon a tranquil sunny summer day
I had blamed God for being absent,
of my accusation He was innocent;
He is present in a world of iniquity
and to me His presence is a mystery.

I looked for God, Him I did not see,
His image, His presence eluded me
but I found His tracks everywhere,
in everything lovely His hand was there;
He is present in a world of iniquity
and to me His presence is a mystery

There was great beauty in a lone thrush
singing all the world to a holy hush,
the pattering rain brought along new birth
while He continually blessed the earth;
He is present in a world of iniquity
and to me His presence is a mystery.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Continually our love surprises me

Continually our love does me surprise,
as sometimes you bring me pain
and sometimes you hold on to me

while sometimes it feels as if I am reaching into a whirlpool
but sometimes you take away everything bad.
Continually our love does me surprise,

and sometimes tears run over your cheeks
but sometimes it's as if the sun shines through your eyes
and sometimes you hold on to me

while our love is much stronger than just a maybe,
and I am smitten by the look on your face.
Continually our love does me surprise,

as if new depths continually comes to it,
you become part of my awareness
and sometimes you hold on to me

and it's as if we perfectly fit into each other's lives
while continually you are part of me, of my existence;
continually our love does me surprise,
and sometimes you hold on to me.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Constantly She Brings Joy

The voice of my love is like a melody
and constantly she brings joy to me,
her eyes is more lovely than the sky,
and in her presence truly happy am I

while I see the brilliance of her smile,
eternally with wit she does me beguile,
until all life leaves me and beyond
to her I will be forever fond.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Gradually you grow into my life

Gradually you grow into my life,
you reconnoitre my body, soul and spirit
as if you are suddenly starting a new journey,
taking to the road without any fear
and on the way you become part of me
as my own wonderful wife
and before long
I am madly in love with you,
when hours suddenly escape in your presence,
when the morning comes far too suddenly after the night,
when continually I miss you when we are apart,
when small things suddenly do amaze me,
when together we take on weeks, months and years
when as the most lovely woman you are beside me.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Nothing Can Sweep Our Feelings Away (Italian Sonnet)

Even when the shadows increase
on this lovely sunny summer day
nothing can sweep our feelings away
and its something that never cease

the power of love does only increase,
its presence is without any decay
and your dear face do portray
its impact, its caring and its peace

its something powerful passionate
yet at times it's wise and meek
and it takes many a guise in gentleness
while actions do its presence indicate
and continually people does it seek
as it can forget and forgive in its genuineness.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Our Lady of Immaculate Conception!

I searched for a lady
With beauty, not external,
But of the heart,
And I found no one,
And still I find none!

I searched for a lady
With eyes without envy,
But glowing innocence,
And I found no one,
And still I find none!

I searched for a lady
With modesty, not vanity,
And heart full of piety,
And I found no one,
And still I find none!

I searched for a lady
With grace, not of movements,
But of the soul,
And I found no one,
And still I find none!

I searched for a lady
With wisdom, not knowledge,
And full of kindness,
And I found no one,
And still I find none!

I searched for a lady
With virtues, not vices,
And one who’s exemplary,
And I found no one,
And still I find none!

Where can I find her?
-One without sin, not earthly,
One born immaculate:
And it was Mother Mary-
The Mother of Jesus:
She was that only one!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-28-2000

poem by John Celes
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The Story Of A Search For A Poem

A man went in search of a Poem
He searched everywhere he walked
He searched inside himself
He searched inside the poems of others
He searched and searched -

And what came to him were fragments of many poems
And he thought perhaps that they themselves were the poem
But they refused to be satisfied with themselves-

So he searched for a way to put them together-
But in searching came upon more fragments
With each new fragment totally re-ordering those that had gone before-

So he thought ‘I went looking for one poem but found many
Perhaps there are only many poems’

And he began to write them down
And felt at times that he had found many poems
But always too he knew he had not found the one-

So he searched and searched again
And could not find the Poem-

He is still searching
And does not know where the poem is
Sometimes he thinks it is hidden in the many already written
But he does not have the eye to discern it the heart to feel it-

He now is surrounded by poems-
They are everywhere-
But he still cannot find the One Poem which is the Poem for him
The Poem which is his Poem and his Poem alone-

He says he is still searching and will search to the end of his days
But he is old now and soon may be too weak to search
And so the Poem he seeks the one he has longed for all his life
May never be found
Though he goes on searching still.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Perfect Fit

God has to be
A part of this
I could not have
Found a better love
Even if I were to dream it
We are a perfect fit
Like an echo
Of finness
Our love is a true
Product of happiness
It's so strong
My heart with yours
Is where it belongs
Being with you is wonderful
I could never go wrong
Some people search for a lifetime
To find
A love like ours
Like a lovely flower
I never want to stop
Seeing you as being beautiful
You make living life
So meaningful
I have you
And I won't let go
I love you so
God has given me a kiss
From Heaven
When He sent you to me
You are such a blessing
We are truly meant
You and I
Are the perfect fit

poem by Tameeka Smith
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Muse

She sits there so peacefully,
So beautiful.
Her mere presence, an inspiration.
My spirit delights in her lovely being.
The taste of her lips holds a thousand pleasures.
A different pleasure each time.
Her voice like a Psalm of the angels.
Her comforting presence is peace.
Her being is stunning.
In her eyes, love's eternity is foretold.
As I get lost in her eyes, I am found.
For the sheer beauty of heavens creation unfolds.
She is God's greatest creation.
She is love.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Refuge

(david henman)
Published by summerlea music, ltd. - bmi
Im but a lad, oh for Im twenty, tuned in to dreaming
Gazing at your sign, for mad men only, my poets screaming
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
Take me to the wild black seas of madness, the savage dancer
Clothe me in insanity and leave me, to find the answer
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you

song performed by by April Wine
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Nearer my God to Thee

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee
E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

Tho' like a wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet in my dreams I'll be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven;
All that Thou sendest me
In mercy be given,
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

Then with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

Or if, on joyful wing
Cleavihg the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

poem by Sarah Flower Adams
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You break every cliché (a reply to Octavio Paz)

As I turn the magazine’s page
I see your lovely face
catching my eyes
like a morning glory opening
for the sun in a clear sapphire blue sky

and the glitter of your teeth
shines like a set of perfect pearls
and the lines beneath your dress
draws attention to your sheer beauty

and I write this poem to you
whose intelligence and character
I know from the times
that we have met
and I know that there is much more
to you, than photo perfect looks.

Far too many men view you
as just one more shallow head
and instead I know that your beauty
comes deep from your heart,
that it’s part of your soul
and that your integrity
makes you to break every cliché

and that your good humour
and sharp whit
makes you a pleasure to be with
and that you break
the frames that people set you in
by just being you.

[Reference: No More Clichés by Octavio Paz.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Still In Love

(randy handley)
Because I saw your face
A photograph I had misplaced
Now Im stuck remembering
What can not be replaced
cause I spoke your name
I felt a sudden chill
cause I dream of you
I know I always will
Im still in love
I cant let go
My hearts made up its mind
A long, long time ago
Im still in love
I havent changed
After all Im still in love
cause you were my friend
When no one seemed to care
Now Im stuck remembering
Oh, I do wish that you were here
cause you knew my mind
Life will come apart
Because you showed me
I could make another start
Im still in love
I havent changed
After all Im still in love
If there comes a time
And if you finally feel the way I do
Dont be afraid to call me
And tell me
Im still in love
I cant let go
My hearts made up its mind
Long, long time ago
Im still in love
I will never change
After all Im still in love

song performed by by Diana Ross
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Every Night when Darkness Comes

I

Every night when darkness comes,
when we say prayers together
then I know that your bright light
never fails,

that you daily determine
the destiny of every one
who bend down to you, that stars spray like sparks
going to unknown places

and that you the sun of righteousness
will come at your set time
with bright rays, that you will come down
past all mortality,
that all earthly troubles and worries will disappear;
how do you Lord, let the pain be gone?

II

How do you Lord, let the pain be gone,
two animal children I have lost shortly after each other
and when in the mornings I look outside
there are only two left.

How do you tell others that do not really comprehend
of the bond that a person has,
of the love coming from the heart of a animal,
about the moments of unmentioned pleasure

and now that I am without a wife or children
the remaining two still serves me faithfully,
there is a tight bond
and I pray for you to hold your hand over them

and if you want to take them as well;
I am lost on this world.

III

I am lost on this world,
in the unknown world that waits tomorrow on me,
when my strength begins to wane
before the dark night,

but when the new light appears,
the sun still rises in a new day
(when the sun again shines in all of its glory over me)
in the unknown things waiting on me,

my known yesterdays are included
in bright days, that in late afternoons declines,
it is as if everything that came before is included
in memories and even when lightning bolts fall around me

I find your presence continually,
when shadows fall over me.

IV

When shadows fall over me,
when the world almost decadent
roughly falls into my universe
and shadows sometimes permanently

try to sabotage my best efforts
and everything in my will rises up
I feel pushed away, blunted and used;
but still I remember you

from whom all light comes
and are waiting on a new day,
although I am knocked down and am astonished,
although it continually looks to me like night

you never really leave me isolated,
even when in my dreams I scream and wonder.

V

Even when in my dreams I scream and wonder
why every morning folds around me,
almost endlessly without you,
as if live is destroying me,

trying to get me down
without me being able to keep the pain away,
as if no fatherly hand is helping me,
I still stand astonished

when I see the works of God
in small things around me
where its power without bonds
even unfolds in my own writings

I know that He constantly draws me nearer,
even when the scribes gather.

VI

Even when the scribes gathered,
to send me to hell,
they still wanted to draw near to you with a last prayer
on that determined dark hour.

To confirm that they are accomplishing your will,
as if to say, so says the Lord,
they stood in a circle,
that white plastered men.

At that time I was wondering about people,
who have the audacity to put them in your place
if that Sanhedrin
really did carry out your wishes

or are they the whole time walking in darkness,
do they not know what is written on the ground?

VII

Do they not know what is written on the ground?
Lord I thank you for sharpening me in my growth
even when so-called holy people come with a sentence
that interferes with my vocation.

Although sometimes I feel the pain penetrating
as if it’s cutting to the bone,
I know that you only mean things to be well for me,
that you and your angels are continually at my side

but ask that you protect me
against the darkness, the evil
that in hordes gathers around me,
that you do not wait

that you keep me on the right way, even when I go astray;
every night when darkness comes.

poem by Gert Strydom
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To Minette

With your lovely face
and bright blue eyes
at any time you could disrupt my life

and a single word made me believe in your love
and your soft lips, the blush on your cheek
and bright blue eyes

really caught me
and the sound of your voice
and your soft lips, the blush on your cheek

grasped my heart
and your soft hand folding around mine
and the sound of your voice

leaves me now only with mourning
and the remembering of how wonderful you were
and your soft hand folding around mine

has been extinguished by destiny, changed to ash.
With your lovely face
and the remembering of how wonderful you were
at any time you could disrupt my life.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Killing The Mind And Time

Killing the mind and time. Mentally broken. Helpless in a cage full of rage. So many stages deformity. A slow and painful process. One day you'll remember nothing. Its better then the dark places you walk now. Be the strength when their should be none to be found. Everything is coming down. Killing the mind and time. A constant presence of a life that's rewinding. Undermining the logic of decades. Slow the pictures fade. Staring in the nothingness. Your body still here but your already gone. Play the guitar, play your song. To forget is so wrong. Killing the mind and time. I rather be blind. Then be one of the constantly confused. Words come out but they make no sense. The absence of the here now. You are asked, 'who current president is? ' They say j.f.k. This becomes such a horrible day. Killing the mind and time. This curse continues to get worse. The basic abilities go. Self deification. Public masturbation. No clue of the truth. A nightmare in which their is no cure. Yet its being constantly searched for. Million for the cause. But we are only able to slow it down. A pathalogical breakdown. Regrets that will stay in the back of my head. Put on my happy face cause you are not yet dead. Killing the mind and time.

-Dedicated to families who have someone who has had strokes, has vascular dementia, alzhiemers, or a similar brain condition which cause them to forget.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Lovely City

Lovely city, when do you laugh?
Stoney people, what do you have?
Well, you ride around on a bright shiny cloud
And you think that you've found true happiness
There's no method in your mind
And your tempers are kind
Is it too much to ask to give it a rest?
Lovely city, when do you laugh?
Stoney people , what do you have?
I'm a part of you, you don't wanna be
I'm an unexpected visitor who's dropped in for tea
But i'm not so low you don't even know that i'm here
You can't even see
Lovely city, when do you laugh?
Stoney people, what do you have?

song performed by by Cat Stevens
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