It's As If The Sea Is Confined
It's as if the sea is confined
where it breaks and hits in front of us
and just as unobserved
you keep standing next to me
where the sea stretches into the blue
and in silence we are watching each other
where the sea stretches,
where the sea stretches
and I enclose you in my arms.
It's as if the sea is confined
in this small bay
and outside of it we notice a shark
but no meaning
but our love remains,
just nothing but you and I
but our love,
but our love
makes any kind of sense here.
It's as if the sea is confined
always washes in and out here
and it keeps drawing us nearer,
while we feel great and deep things
it's as if God Himself is among us,
and is watching us with big pity
as if God Himself,
as if God Himself
brings us here to new meaning.
poem by Gert Strydom
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We are confined
We are confined and locked in
behind the bars
that the body makes
in the framework
covered by the skin
that at first
stretches supple over everything
and with time
we learn to know the self and to understand
while years past too swiftly
and slowly our bodies get more crooked.
poem by Gert Strydom
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When Tree Branches Rub Against The Roof
When tree branches rub against the roof
the small bulbul runs past
during the afternoon hour
to the pool where it dives and rolls,
stretches out wings and shoot them out straight,
walking boldly up and down
stretches out wings,
stretches out wings
as he walks to and thro.
When tree branches rub against the roof
a light breeze blows,
while the sun burns hot as fire
and the neighbouring child calls
when the afternoon comes with its peace,
with thoughts from the past
when the afternoon comes,
when the afternoon comes
and sometimes I forget the present.
When tree branches rub against the roof
birds peck around everywhere
while moments are lingering
as leaves blow to the ground,
and I think of God as if He is here,
while the shades bring a kind of tranquillity
and I think of God
and I think of God
and find some deeper meaning to life.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Life or something like it
A flower stretches toward the sun.
alone. unoticed such a pitiful sight
she will not give-up, no not this one
as darkness decends upon the land
a flower stretches toward the sun
alone in the shadows, there she will stand
and sit, and wait for coming of the sun
spring is over, summer is soon done
around the corner comes Winters icy blast
a flower stretches toward the sun
in the cold the lonely flower dies, at last
with a push and with some screams
somewhere a new life has just begun
a life full of hopes and of dreams
and a flower stretches toward the sun
JPM 2/8/2008
I continue to experiment with more formal types of poems this is my attempt at a Quatern
Art Elastic Time Stretches
art time
art elastic time
stretches
into art objects
art achieved
stretches stayed
into life poverty
or life prosperity?
still life time
distilled thoughts
writing time
web skill lifetimes
mind eye painting
heart hand drawing
soul clay beating sculptures
fine arts ability embellishes
art achieved stasis
stretches framed plays
into frozen life poverty
or sales life prosperity?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bus Poem #4
A bird drops from the sky, hops to a new twig.
From the ground a cat spies him, falls in love.
Birdie strops his beak on a branch.
Cat pretends not to notice.
Birdie stretches his leg. Shuffles his wings.
Cat makes love to his paw.
A yellow feather drifts slowly to earth.
With its voice of blood cat's heart says 'ah'.
Called to the skies the birdie flies. Away.
Cat, broken-hearted, washes his ears with his tears.
poem by Robert Dickerson
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Lives Limited In Meaning
Could this be an estimation,
Underestimated...
To leave,
The mind's eye blind?
And stay myopic.
And could it be decisions,
Are made to make attempts...
To redefine,
These times...
And stay erotic.
For reasons not to find a rhyme,
To give.
And for many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning!
Could this be an estimation,
Underestimated...
To leave,
The mind's eye blind?
And stay myopic.
And could it be decisions,
Are made to make attempts...
To redefine,
These times...
And stay erotic.
For many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning.
For many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning.
Lives limited in meaning,
To give...
Reasons not to find a rhyme,
To live...
Lives limited in meaning!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dancin In My Mind
Verse1:
Feelings carry away with me
Till I tremble no more
Music makes lovers of all of us
Out on the floor
Oh, I dont know you too well
And we dont have much time
But whenever you cross my mind
Chorus:
Well be dancin like we did that summer
When no boundaries kept us confined
Well be intimately dancin in my mind
Verse2:
I wish I had many lives
At least more than this one
Then I could deeply feel and learn
To love everyone
No, I just cant up and leave
Everything behind
But still you have touched my life
Chorus:
And Ill be dancin like we did that summer
When no boundaries kept us confined
Well be intimately dancin in my mind
You feel lovely
Youre just what I need right now
Do do doo da doo
Chorus:
Dancin like we did that summer
When no boundaries kept us confined
Well be intimately dancin in my mind
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Watching For Pa
Three little forms in the twilight gray,
Searching the shadows across the way;
Two pair of black eyes, and one of blue --
Brimful of love, and of mischief too;
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
May, with her placid and thoughtful brow,
Beaming with kindness and love just now;
Willie the youngest, in anguish did lay,
Stealing sly kisses from sister May,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Nellie, with ringlets of sunny hue,
Cosily nested between the two;
Pressing her cheeks to the window pane,
Wishing the absent one home again.
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Now there are shouts from the window seat;
There is a patter of childish feet;
Gaily they rush through the lighted hall --
"Coming at last" is the joyful call.
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Standing on the doorstep,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Standing on the doorstep,
Watching for Pa!
poem by Henry Clay Work
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In The Springtime
In the springtime, all things begin to glow,
autumn’s seeds that fell begin to grow
as a breath of newborn air
stretches out from everywhere.
In the springtime, love’s finger
stretches to touch everyone.
Eyes flutter to give new life
a chance under heaven’s skies.
In the springtime, tender kisses,
the promise of things to come.
Warm hearts beat tenderly
under a warming sun.
21-22 July 2010
poem by David Harris
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Sphinx Gaze Haunts Humanity
mysterious Sphinx stretches
paws out deep into desert sands
watching stars span satin ages
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Green Starling
When you look at the green starling
it screams in the long grass,
gleams green in the morning dew
and catches your eye
as it comes out of a hole, out of a tree,
as it picks up insects at a small stream
as it comes out,
as it comes out
as if caught in your daydream.
When you look at the green starling
it sparkles here and there
as if it sometimes is holding onto rays
and it warbles
stretches out under the sun,
view it as a red balloon
stretches out
stretches out
and it would fly away if it could.
When you look at the green starling
it pecks at a sorrel
when at times it holds onto a big worm
before it sings a song of joy
flies up fluttering, spreading its wings
and for moments distract you,
flies up fluttering
flies up fluttering
and so a whole mornings swishes past.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Words Sometimes Take On A Own Meaning
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and sometimes they are sharp and painful
as if there is much more to words
as if a kind of secret knowledge hides in them
that are sometimes something moving.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
but somehow words can at times miss things
and are sometimes dependent on feelings
as if there is much more to words
when through it all love brings a kind of bonding
and so you and I are attractive to each other.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and daily a bond develops between us,
while you become more considerable to me,
as if there is much more to words
you constantly live in my thoughts,
while love becomes real through words.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
as if there is much more to words…
poem by Gert Strydom
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Through the window the new moon peeps
(For Daleen)
I
Through the window the new moon peeps,
many stars glitter blue-white
where they sit glowing in the darkness,
like diamonds at which I look,
when the ginger cat stands in the windowsill,
next to me the moon falls on your face
and it looks as if you are dreaming,
as the lights of a car passes
and I am blessed to have you here,
with your intimate heat next to me,
but it's only a dream in which I dare this
as if a thousand nights will be such
and I am free of my worries,
it's as if everything fades in your presence.
II
It's as if everything fades in your presence
as if the past, times and things do not touch me,
when we are together and small things make you happy
as if nobody else does anymore matter
and with the magic that spring brings
there are new green sprouts rising,
in the garden it's as if the grass suddenly jumps,
I see irises already blooming purple in pots,
I see all the beauty that this spring brings
and all of the flowers that I can get
are far too insignificant
as you are very dear to me
but I do continually long for you,
even when the sun hangs magically in the sky.
III
Even when the sun hangs magically in the sky,
my life feels empty without you,
even if the sky is cobalt blue,
even if the rays of the sun catch me caressingly,
I am still like a child scared of darkness,
while I long to hold your hand, to embrace you,
while I want to know you better and want to trust you
in all the days of spring
and I wonder about your thoughts,
where you are now sitting in an office,
or does life also pass you,
while you drink a cup of tea
in a place with many white papers;
do you have any time to think of me?
IV
Do you have any time to think of me,
I wonder, while I am working in the garden
and I do not immediately notice you
while I am mowing the lawn
and I see a dove gliding over the earth
with no clouds in the deep blue sky,
where it stretches out with brightness above me
and irises and roses are flowering where you sit down.
I kiss you and do it another time
where we are alone in the back garden,
I am caught and you sweep me along
right here in the bright daylight,
and the bright sun falls over us
when I give my self to you.
V
When I give my self to you
and share my deepest secrets,
when you walk deep into my heart
and know me thoroughly
then I tell you about my life
and you learn that love comes from God,
and love has a new much deeper meaning
and I am astounded by your beauty time after time.
You are the summer child, the morning sun,
you are mine before the people and God
of light my only real source
and more precious than any human law
but then I suddenly wake up and want to cling to you;
in this late summer I miss you.
VI
In this late summer I miss you,
the separation of moments comes
in every small thing that I notice
and it reflects your image and your name.
I can hear birds whistling in the trees,
even feel the soft wind caressing my skin,
but you are the source of my heat,
the loveliest song that plays right through my heart
and I wonder if a person looses some humanity
when you trust somebody totally,
when you make deeper bonds,
when you cling to someone else in rapture?
Outside lights beacon lonely;
your voice over the phone makes my heart frolic.
VII
Your voice over the phone makes my heart frolic
when it sounds like that of a young girl,
when your image shines like that of an angel
and I am searching for flowers not just a poppy
but something precious that I want to pick for you,
when you bring me joy
and I want to embrace you for moments
while I wonder how that sensation will last
as the miles is some distance
but the yellow sun shines bright through your words
and suddenly my life feels right
as if radiated from a heavenly source,
our conversation stretches long, goes on and on;
through the window the new moon peeps.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Your meaning
Deep crawling dark pain creeping into my shattered soul, seeing you makes me want to slit my eyes, life dies. Heart bleeding to death while it screams out for a hope. Im stricken with grief, Time slips by no relief. Im tired of your lame excuses, your addictions and abuses. Shut up and grow up, I can’t stand you, I want to throw up! My eternal sun will be black, surrounded by the demons and bats that own me. It brings no satisfaction but at least I can see. I will be HIS student and the mentor? The reaper. I once feared the dark, but now I revere the dark. I am the one step to insanity, I am the spark. My will being done, love, happiness, bliss, fun? Gone. What’s wrong? A list that stretches past eternity. It’s a certainty that what we had and what was is now over. Hurt me and think you can walk away from it? HA-HA You can think that but its bull****. Im way past daring, screw daring to “love”. Your meaning is gone.
poem by Khaos Dven
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My darling’s arm lies over me
My darling’s arm lies over me
and it’s as if the silence
gets a deeper new meaning.
I lie on my back and she on her side
and our heads touch hot
against each other and forever
I can stay like this against her.
I feel her breath softly
blowing against my ear
and there’s intimacy
with her hand
clinging to my breast
and the sun is already high.
Outside there’s blue air
coming through the window
and she sleeps peaceful
and the light wind
jerks and jerks leaves
of the potato trees
and there’s a cool breeze
intruding through the open window
into the room
and I lightly
stroke her soft back.
It’s nice to lie together
in bed on a Sunday morning
and to have you’re darling
lying against you
and her toes that stick out small
from under the duvet
is perfect in form and size
like those of the first woman
and her womanly beauty
pervades me strongly
while she sleeps on unaware
and I see a big pink-brown nipple
rising up and down while she breaths
and like a photograph
it’s framed into my mind.
My darling’s arm lies over me
and it’s as if the silence
that stretches out long
gets a deeper new meaning.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Perfect Stranger
Hell I gave up my time
For a no good affair
Youd think Id learned by now
To be taken in
By a perfect stranger
Would that I had the know how
Still more fool me
For kidding myself
Thats the way it should be
Maybe I should grow up
Would I feel confined to the same space
Or would I feel that I talked myself into a corner
So long youre no friend of mine
Youre false and unkind
Youre indestructible
No place Id rather be
Than in the ring with you
Wed go twenty rounds
Still more fool me
For killing myself
Thats the way it should be
Maybe I should grow up
Would I feel confined to the same space
Or would I feel that I talked myself into a corner
I see the sky move above me
But I just cant take control
What a sweet sensation
Love sweet sweet love
Oh I feel so bad
song performed by by Erasure
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My Love For You (Alexandrine Poetry)
Your love for me a little more than nothing means,
When love as sense of self may be, than mine, less strong,
When thrill of love may keep the pain on withered greens
And night of dreams is like a teared and jerking song.
Your silence dances meaning’s words on face’s frown,
My eye of winter follows stream of light on sky,
Meandrous flow of painful words by stripping down
Their sense of meaning sounding like a sad ‘’good bye’’.
With red unfolded kisses thrilling white delight,
The moon replaces missing sun with all around.
It makes me dance my will in dreams’ abstract on height.
It makes me feel the love again and heals my wound.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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From a confined perspective
I am eager to agree
with the great poet Lina Spies
that what we know, we comprehend and say about God
comes from a human perspective
of which the range is confined
and all things on this planet is God’s property
the sparrows, dogs, cats loved by me
also belongs to Him
and in His created paradise everything was perfect,
maybe on the new earth
things will also be like that
and let believe who wants to
that the heaven is only for people,
I choose to disagree.
Ps. I do not say this out of a dogmatic perspective
but God himself turns love into meaning.
[Reference: Kritiek (Cryticism) by Lina Spies.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Watching Me Watching You
I sit by the cutting on the beaconsfield line.
Hes watching me watching the trains go by.
And they move so fast --- boy, they really fly.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the way he stares --- feel like locking my door
And pulling my phone from the wall.
His eyes, like lights from a laser, burn
Making my hair stand --- making the goose-bumps crawl.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
At the cocktail party with a bucks fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by.
And they move so smooth without even trying.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the crowd thins and he moves up close but he doesnt speak.
I have to look the other way.
But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek:
Got two drinks in his hand --- see his lips move ---
What the hells he trying to say.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching
The trains go by.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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You Have Lived
You have lived such a gentle life upon this earth
that I am stunned by your sight.
If I could give but a token of the love you have,
then I might not be this lonely tonight.
Let them have their smug and their cool, confined by fashion and peer.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.
Oh, there are so few brave one's like you. Need I explain?
Never wondering what to do, what to venture, what to gain.
And, you have loved, in a total way, from flesh to soul.
You speak, without coy without pose.
Your eyes can see that the emperor has lost his clothes.
And what's more, you'll tell the whole world what he stole.
Let them have their fad and their fix, confined by fashion and peer.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.
song performed by by Don McLean
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