Leave the holy parables and answer my question
If could ask God
why I am facing adversity the whole time,
at times have to bare a cross
while my oppressors
are triumphant as if
they are not accountable
and are totally sinless,
I would not be able to lay the cause
against the heaven
and it troubles me
why God is allowing it
or has it been decided in His decisions of fate?
Still by myself
I find no answers
and this is no reproach
and maybe I will wonder
until death silences my mouth
and here I am not challenging God
but only want to understand my life and existence better.
[Reference: Laß die heil’gen Parabolen by Heinrich Heine.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sometimes my life feels somewhere between heaven and hell
Sometimes my life feels
somewhere between heaven and hell,
where I at times
fry like a palm tree in the sun
or like a pine
is frozen by the winter
and every time I yearn for the other side
and this is also how it is with my loving
and sometimes I wonder with whom and where
true love lies,
if I really want it
or rather want to stay lonely?
[Reference: Ein Fichtenbaum steht einsam by Heinrich Heine.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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How slowly the days creep by
Maybe for a time I have been dead
and are living in someone else’s dream
or illness paranoia in this silent existence,
where I cannot any more make love or find it
as if I am already in the realm of death
and too slowly time continues to creep by
as if every thing has come to a deadly halt.
To nowhere I can turn
and daily I am wondering
about the reason of my existence
and the purpose of everything
and nowhere there is hope
that can let the darkness around me
pass a little quicker
while I am haunted.
Or maybe there are gods that are voluptuous,
that have got to beg nymphs
for their sexual favours
while I am lost in my madness
and do not write great words anymore
and they are now visiting other places
rather than my poems
as if something in me, maybe something intangible
wards them off from me and are refusing them
and they echo their mighty words
out at other places
and their roaring and jollification resounds around me
while they have pleasure and are enjoying themselves
to which I can only yearn
and in this hell I have to stay shackled.
Now lock your hands around me
as if nothing can every loosen them
and let your lips find mine
and bind us in sensual passion
that when death’s fingers grab for me
I for a last time
hear your heart beat
and you surround me for a last time lovingly.
[Reference: Wie langsam kriechet sie dahin by Heinrich Heine.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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How slowly the days creep by [1]
Maybe for a time I have been dead
and are living in someone else’s dream
or illness paranoia in this silent existence,
where I cannot any more make love or find it
as if I am already in the realm of death
and too slowly time continues to creep by
as if every thing has come to a deadly halt.
To nowhere I can turn
and daily I am wondering
about the reason of my existence
and the purpose of everything
and nowhere there is hope
that can let the darkness around me
pass a little quicker
while I am haunted.
Or maybe there are gods that are voluptuous,
that have got to beg nymphs
for their sexual favours
while I am lost in my madness
and do not write great words anymore
and they are now visiting other places
rather than my poems
as if something in me, maybe something intangible
wards them off from me and are refusing them
and they echo their mighty words
out at other places
and their roaring and jollification resounds around me
while they have pleasure and are enjoying themselves
to which I can only yearn
and in this hell I have to stay shackled.
Now lock your hands around me
as if nothing can every loosen them
and let your lips find mine
and bind us in sensual passion
that when death’s fingers grab for me
I for a last time
hear your heart beat
and you surround me for a last time lovingly.
[Reference: Wie langsam kriechet sie dahin by Heinrich Heine.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Communism possesses a language which every people can understand - its elements are hunger, envy, and death.
quote by Heinrich Heine
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Only Heaven knows
Only heaven knows the truth
only heaven knows the answers
that we need to know.
Standing and starring at my window deep down in my heart
and thoughts, l only see these visions l dont understand about
what's lies ahead of me in the game, only heaven knows
l dont know how certain is tommorrow going to be, as l dont have an clue who holds the future
but only heaven has all the possible answers, only heaven knows..
Do l still have time to grow?
Because things they always say
keep me wondering, do you know
what tommorrow hold for us all?
Only heaven knows..
Let us be always at the correct
place and be alert at regular intervals, and talking to them ALMIGHTY to find clue, answers to solve mystries that lies ahead our our lives and to surrender our HEARTS, TRUST AND FAITH TO HIM
for he is our legacy of life...
Only heaven can heal sorrows which earth can not heal, we might be have troubles and many,
questions we cant answer, but only heaven knows
poem by Donald Kuutsi
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Acting As If Having An Intelligence
It took me awhile,
To understand those...
Who saw life in denial.
But as I thought about them...
And being mentally conditioned myself,
To accept limitations...
With an acting as if having an intelligence,
Would actually offend others?
I completely understand now,
Why so many accept staying ignorant.
Trying to impress with a thought process offends.
You see...
This is what I've come to understand,
Life becomes less challenging...
When those 'known' to be ignorant,
Are not held accountable for their actions.
And those who are labelled 'intelligent'...
Are expected to be responsible AND accountable,
For 'everything' those who choose to see life in denial...
With the doing of the most 'stupidest' things to be excused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In these times we fight for ideas and newspapers are our fortress.
quote by Heinrich Heine
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Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.
quote by Heinrich Heine
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Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.
quote by Heinrich Heine
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It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man.
quote by Heinrich Heine
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When happiness pounces upon me
When happiness pounces upon me
hitting her nails into me
as if she can only stay
for a little while
and when her passion is gone
almost immediately she leaves
but misfortune stays with me
and I wrestle while she wants to suffocate me
to come out of her pinching claws
and wonder why this fat old lady
constantly is busy with me
as if she wants to sit me flat into the earth.
[Reference: Das Glück ist eine leichte Dirne by Heinrich Heine.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it... did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind.
quote by Heinrich Heine
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The Romans would never have found time to conquer the world if they had been obliged first to learn Latin.
quote by Heinrich Heine
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If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.
quote by Heinrich Heine
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Ask me not what I have, but what I am.
quote by Heinrich Heine
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If I Am Not Committed To Its Existence
My life!
And the total living,
Of the experience of it...
Has afforded me the many lessons,
Learned and given...
By being discipline, observant and listening.
Although I admit those teachings,
Did not sink in to begin...
Until my opinions,
Of how others lived their lives...
Beyond and outside of my vision,
Ceased to end my judgements passed.
And that is when my life,
Began a whole new adventure....
On a more personal path.
Without my nose being in someone else's business.
Or believed I had 'all' the answers,
When too many questions I had...
About my own existence that took top position.
And with God's assistance...
I learned how to shut my mouth.
And with my eyes and ears open,
I grew to know when and how to pay attention.
Allowing me to grow to know that which I am still learning.
To live and let live to leave alone if that is God's wish!
Especially if I am not committed to its existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kisses, girlfriends, women and me
I believed in my youth
that the kisses that I receive
were the way that destiny
holds its sway over me
and that every woman
that was interested in me
was destined by the gods
and still I chose
with whom my passions was spent
as if only one was made for me
and did not care where the others went
in rebellion to a eternal plan
and did not take every one
that I could
and now I must admit
that I am displeased
over the purity of youth
and that I did not plough the field
and sow the seed
wherever I could.
[Reference: Kiss as kiss can by Heinrich Heine.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Pathetic Rhyme
Is it possible to have death
within life?
To suffer a tragedy,
deal with the strife
When a part of you dies
can you erase
the embarrassing times of shame and disgrace?
Do they understand
what you've been through?
Can the lack of experience
sympathize with you?
so many questions, so little time
to find the answers of this pathetic rhyme
poem by Matt Mondschein
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God will pardon me, that's his job.
quote by Heinrich Heine
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God will forgive me. It's his job.
quote by Heinrich Heine
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