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It is quite clear that winter is near

It is quite clear that winter is near
with yellow, auburn leaves on the stripped trees
and somehow my mind is quite clear
with the absence of butterflies and bees

that death is lurking ready to arrive
as naturally things do expire
as destiny at its time contrive
plans, to act as a consuming fire.

While my life is slowly turning to ember,
the twilight is drawing close
may it be that when you remember
our love that it do not lose:

the things that we hold obvious,
the clarity of that which is between us.

[Reference: Sonnet 73 “That time of year thou mayst me behold” by William Shakespeare.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Love alters not

(after William Shakespeare)

Let me state with all of humankind
as my witness, that love is more than bliss,
is much more than the drawing of a kiss,
it does no error or any change find,

it is true to the body, soul and mind,
in the simple things of each day it is
and all other allures it does dismiss,
much stronger than life, pass death it does bind,

burns with a kind of eternal hot flame
which wanders not within time, months or weeks,
its acts, its words continually does bloom,
in hardship it does not find any blame,
eternally sincerity it seeks,
it stays true, even at the gates of doom.

[Reference: “Sonnet 116 Let me to the marriage of true minds” by William Shakespeare.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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When time glides by and days past into night

When time glides by and days past into night
and violet, white even blue flowers are withering
with every morning’s light
as if everything is dying

trees are barren stripped of their leaves,
still perfect you are in every way
while wheat are bound in golden sheaves
while winter brings its own decay

it is as if you are still blossoming
with love serene, true and amazing
as if caught in an eternal spring
as if the heat from your heart is blazing:

on the other side of death, of heaven or doom
your flower will still bloom.

[Reference: Sonnet 16 “But wherefor do not you a mightier way” by William Shakespeare.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Clear My Mind

I'm pushing too much pressure on me
I'm so tired because I'm doing so much
I just want it to go away
Clear my mind
Of all things that are negative
Try not to do so much
Focus on important things
Other things can wait
I need to have fun
Enjoy life out there
I can work hard and have great time
Clear my mind
That has bad impact on me and makes me shatter
I need to run and listen to music
Clear my mind
I hate feeling stress out and exhaustion
I'm eating right and try to get exercise
I'm going dropp off things I don't really need to do
I want to feel happy and alive
I want to have energy and have good time
Like I used to in my life
I need a break from everything I do
Once in a while to let it all
This is too much to handle
My head is hurting so much
I just want to scream
I want to
Clear my mind

poem by Christina Phan
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If my years are drawing to their end (in answer to William Shakespeare)

If you in me behold, the time of year
when things are withering
when winter draws near
and winds are getting icy cold,
in me the years are drawing to their end,
as summer is spend, I am getting old
and the endless night, is fading my last light
and every breath is drawing me closer,
closer to death and still my eyes are burning,
with a yearning, a need for your love
then as always you are true
with love springing from you:
something that may last,
be passed to the world beyond.

poem by Gert Strydom
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A lane in England

In autumn I walked in England
in a lane full of trees
where leaves lay auburn
on a road wet from rain.

Barren, stripped oak trees
were between other green ones
and it was as if I was going
right through a tunnel
with here and there trees
of which the leaves were more yellow.

In the distance the road bended to the right
where a bush fence
cut neatly square
and telephone poles
ran along the edge of the road

and the green moss banks
were covered with auburn leaves
at places
and on the other side
of the road
a shrub stretched out green and long
like a sausage
that was lying next to the road

and I would love
to have a lane like that
next to my driveway.

poem by Gert Strydom
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How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been

How like a winter hath my absence been
From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt; what dark days seen,
What old December's bareness everywhere!

And yet this time removed was summer's time:
The teeming autumn big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease;

Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are more;
Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

poem by William Shakespeare
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A time to bury sorrow

A time for you and a time for me,
to be whatever, we choose to be;
to set our sights, to reach the peak,
to realize goals, we truly seek.

A time to dwell. on things long past,
a time to think, on things that last;
on family, friends and things that matter,
on things that endure and do not scattter.

A time to laugh and a time to weep,
a time for treasured things to keep;
a time for reflection on how we feel,
a time to mend and a time to heal.

A time to live and a time to die,
a time for joy and a time to cry;
a time to smile and a time for tears,
a time for God to calm our fears.

A time to despose of loved ones dead,
A time to get on with the day ahead;
To blot out death and face the 'morrow,
To clear the mind and bury sorrow.

poem by David Lessard
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Now is The Winter With Trees Stripped Naked

Now is the winter with trees naked
when there is cold and sifting rain,
stripped bare without leaves

and then you first come past and then to me
like a sun rising over the horizon
with a yellow raincoat, your pants splashed wet, laughing and glad

and your company is full of fun
in bands of gathering fog.
Now is the winter with trees naked

cutting off every ray and light
and I know our time is only borrowed,
like a sun rising over the horizon

but stopping the rays in this winter,
in a cold world without hope or pity,
stripped bare without leaves

where you shake out your hair like a dog does with rain,
whereupon I take the clips from your hair
and I know our time is only borrowed

but your are glorious like a poster
and for long moments time is missing.
Now is the winter with trees naked

with bliss descending between us
and you are only mine, with soft lips and big eyes
whereupon I take the clips from your hair

and I see your beauty
our passion goes to practical reality,
stripped bare without leaves

we shine like the world outside in vulnerability like rainbows,
where passion sweeps us away from uncovering
and you are only mine, with soft lips and big eyes

pretty, pure and untouched
in moments of ecstasy without fatigue.
Now is the winter with trees naked
stripped bare without leaves

and I am totally lost in you.
and then you first come past and then to me,
where passion sweeps us away from uncovering
with a yellow raincoat, your pants splashed wet, laughing and glad.

poem by Gert Strydom
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As long as there is love (in answer to William Shakespeare)

Your lovely countenance is brighter
than that worn by the hot summer season,
your purity, your integrity is much whiter
than the lily that dwindles without reason.

At a time all lovely things withers away,
disintegrate, weather, with age are frail,
to change are set and nothing can stay,
even seasons change as if they ail,

over time rhyme, poetry is not in vogue,
death removes, memories go to oblivion
people are forgotten, are out of dialogue
and even the greatest with time are gone

but as long as there is love, constantly,
your sheer beauty, men will in women see.

[Reference: “Sonnet XVIII Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? ” by William Shakespeare.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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How Do I Love You? (Sonnet Corona)

(after Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

I

There is no way
that I can truly express my love for you,
the yearning of every day
not even in the things that I say and do,

the simple things
that fit into the puzzle of life,
and heartfelt tidings
outbalances the every day strife

that comes naturally to a consort, or wife
is all unclear in the quite need,
and its truth never pierces like a knife,
it is from beyond any act or deed

but is like childhood faith, without pain
it’s somewhat difficult to explain.

II

It’s somewhat difficult to explain
how love is supposed to be
in rays of sunlight, drops of rain
and everything that we see

totally without iniquity
even in sorrow, pain, joy,
as a natural instinct, sprouting free
from every ploy

or whatever life brings, in sincerity
it is in every heart beat, every breath,
the things that you are to me
surpassing even the power of death,

that against adversity can endure
as something sweet, something pure.

III

As something sweet, something pure,
our love is always striving to be true
coming free from any pressure and being sure
it bonds me to you in all that I pursue,

my world, everything that is dear,
gets a own clarity
when you are near and without fear
we take on the responsibility

that living together brings
loosing ourselves in each other,
finding meaning in small happenings
in things that brings blithe and bother

and I am attracted to you’re dear smiling face;
you surpass any other grace.

IV

You surpass any other grace
beauty or splendour that I do see,
everything is in the praise
of you who loves me,

blessed I am among men
to have found a heart as kind,
that comes alive when
I am near and if I call to mind

among the greatest things that I have experienced
you reign supreme with your lasting love
that comes unprejudiced
as the finest blessing from above:

in every single day I am truly alive;
although we are hardly yet through the fight of life.

V

Although we are hardly yet through the fight of life,
still with time we struggle on,
you are the one
who supports me, as my sentry, my dearest wife

and through the strife
that destiny demands, until it is done
no one can leave each other or be gone
as we are bonded and the challenges is rife,

we live with no lies, with truth between us,
we walk hand in hand and eye to eye
although sometimes we are frightened,
every thing we do discuss,
as children of God under the clear blue sky,
to each other we have opened.

VI

To each other we have opened,
the doors of our hearts and souls
we have straightened,
the lines of our narrow lives, letting out the ghouls,

we have experienced the secrets of the body’s bliss
have unbarred our inner selves, every windowpane
in every single kiss
with warmth and understanding tried to explain

the beauty of loving each other
we have opened doors that cannot be shut again
in sheer nudity without a bother,
we have bonded without restrain

and I read intimacy as time flies,
in the silences in your eyes.

VII

In the silences in your eyes
there is an own language and every gesture
have more hues to it than the skies
in its structure, it’s simplicities and its nature

and some things I do not comprehend or hear
while you unfold with petals while you are flowering,
as I am far too near to distinguish lustrous things as clear
and it’s as if I am in the middle of spring

and the fragility with which you unfold,
is very striking, takes my breath away, taking it hither
while I hold you in the cold
of this winter, as if it will whither,

as if like a blooming rose you cannot stay,
there is no way.

[Reference: Sonnet XLIII “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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My autumn [2]

Around me trees are stripped
rigid, bare and totally naked
and heaps of leaves lie fallen
already colouring
from yellow to red and into brown.

Everything is lifeless,
like my life in pieces
and still there are thunderstorms
that repeatedly falls in this winter
out of season

and I am almost blinded by the thunder
as if it wants to devour everything about me
and still there’s new life
that this rain brings
and it’s clear
that my autumn is coming too early
and although my body still feels young
the greyness are creeping in

and you write words
of keeping yourself in vain,
of a child
that never will be born

and about everything becoming rotten
like a compos heap
and that love has also receded
as if everything this autumn
has elapsed for once and all.

Yet the grass is still green,
some trees are covered with leaves
and I wonder where you and I stand
when this season disappears
and the coming winter ends?

Still you are in my heart,
as if you are part of me
and I know that life without you
is totally meaningless.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Be truly kind

I beg you please, to be truly kind
and if you have to go away
stop besieging me with an inconsistent mind
and in the going away then stay

from vexing me with things to which love belongs
and let everything between us then end
before hitting me with the worst of wrongs
and I on your mercy have to depend

and then let your love nevermore be mine
even if you do this in mistake
and let from you I then any offer decline
and nothing more from your generosity take:

If you truly love me let me know,
if not then let me go.

[Reference: Sonnet 92 “But do thy worst to steal thyself away” by William Shakespeare.}

poem by Gert Strydom
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To me my love, you never can get old

To me my love, you never can get old,
as I saw you when each one
of us were young and now in forty summers hold,
to the same beauty after many years have gone.

It is as if time stands still
and although I might be deceived
and forever will
as in you I have perceived

something exceptional and the same spark,
the same enchanting
that on me left its mark,
in that far off spring and it is still rising:

if love is put to the test,
for me in you, she answers to the best.

[Reference: Sonnet 104 “To me, fair friend, you never can be old” by William Shakespeare.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Now do your worst

Now do your worst, if you hate me,
and bring me new sorrow
before I even see a new tomorrow
while I am besieged by calamity

or let me from further indignities be free
while in humility I borrow
courage from a life true and narrow
and find holy sanctity

as loosing you love now
will make every other distress
insignificant as it will foreshadow
what destiny holds, its impact digress
will deliver your final blow
and will not come as duress.

[Reference: Sonnet 90 “Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now” by William Shakespeare.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Seasons of Promise

Winter is a time of warmth when I am close to you
A time of sharing stories and of praising what is true
The cold wind can be daunting when one is all alone
But Winter is a time of warmth when I am close to you

Spring is filled with wonderment when I am close to you
A time of bursting energy and life so bold and new
The rain can be quite chilling when one is all alone
But Spring is filled with wonderment when I am close to you

Summer's light is restful when I am close to you
As nature paints a picture with pleasing greens and blue
The heat can be exhausting when one is all alone
But Summer's light is restful when I am close to you

Autumn days are crisp and clear when I am close to you
The reds and golds come once again, yet always seem so new
Letting go brings sadness when one is all alone
But Autumn days are crisp and clear when I am close to you

I will be with you in Winter when snow is thick and cold
I will be with you in Springtime when new life is taking hold
I will be with you in Summer when sun and growth abound
I will be with you when Autumn's old life decorates the ground

poem by Mark Bratlie
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Dear Old Friend

Dear old friend,
How far back does your memory span?
does it go through last year?
or before marching band?

Do you remember nail fights
do you remember seeing me cry?
do you remember not seeing me after
do you remember understanding why?

Do you remember cuddle puddles?
Do you remember the tickle war?
do you remember stealing my stuff
and then trying to get back from you on the floor?

Do you remember when you were to high to stand?
do you remember me being there until i could be sure you were okay?
do you remember competitions we went to
playing a rigged game of cards along the way?

do you remember how much fun we had?
do you remember when it ended?
when nome left and things fell apart
making us do things that offended?

I remember

I remember a time when I was at peace
I remember being happy all the time
i remember your hugs
that always felt sublime.

I remember our friendship
I remember what you said
I remember this year that
is now gone and quite dead

oh my dear old friend
what has happened in this year?
what has made things change so
that I am not considered by you a peer?

well there is little
more for me to say
now that I'm done
I'll go away

just think about
the things said here
and know at least
I still hold you dear

My dear old friend

poem by Jack Harris
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Miracles

Twilight is spacious, near things in it seem far,
And distant things seem near.
Now in the green west hangs a yellow star.
And now across old waters you may hear
The profound gloom of bells among still trees,
Like a rolling of huge boulders beneath seas.

Silent as though in evening contemplation
Weaves the bat under the gathering stars.
Silent as dew, we seek new incarnation,
Meditate new avatars.
In a clear dusk like this
Mary climbed up the hill to seek her son,
To lower him down from the cross, and kiss
The mauve wounds, every one.

Men with wings
In the dusk walked softly after her.
She did not see them, but may have felt
The winnowed air around her stir;
She did not see them, but may have known
Why her son's body was light as a little stone.
She may have guessed that other hands were there
Moving the watchful air.

Now, unless persuaded by searching music
Which suddenly opens the portals of the mind,
We guess no angels,
And are contented to be blind.
Let us blow silver horns in the twilight,
And lift our hearts to the yellow star in the green,
To find perhaps, if, while the dew is rising,
Clear things may not be seen.

poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Love stays true

Love stays true
like the compass to its core
and do not issue
any wavering, to the one that it adores

and without any alteration from its state
it is fixed, pointing to the limitless beyond
without having to wait
on what destiny demands and it ties with its own bond

in the spirit and soul of the human race,
it is much more than mentioned above
and its power supersedes time and space
or it does not function as love:

whatever challenges it face or anything that looms,
it is perfectly sincere and true past death, past doom.

[Reference: Sonnet 116 “Let me to the marriage of true minds” by William Shakespeare.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Prospero: What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou rememberest aught ere thou camest here,
How thou camest here thou mayst.

line from The Tempest, Act I, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1611)
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When love in time decays

When love in time decays,
when it looses all of its respects
and you cannot come my way,
when it is only filled with defects

and on the street we do not meet
while you awkwardly walk pass
not even be able to greet
as if there never was

anything between the two of us,
then walk past me
do not pause, just catch a taxi or a bus
as one that is totally free:

do not even look back to me
just let me be.

[Reference: Sonnet 49 “Against that time, if ever that time come” by William Shakespeare.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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