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Life Is Full Of Pretty Things (Alfred Dorn Sonnet)

Life is full of pretty things and I wonder
why constantly we run to find something
when there is beauty at our very feet,
with a myriad of flowers falling under
the jacaranda trees that are blooming,
with tranquillity smelling somewhat sweet

when by nature we are already blessed
and it is as if we are possessed

in life to stumble and at times blunder
trying to find some new significance,
at times letting small things draw us sunder
from a smiling and cheerful type of glance
we are scared that something will plunder
the little joy that brings us some romance.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Days Are Now Hotter Than They Were Before (Rondel Prime)

Days are now hotter than they were before
with many blooming flowers one can find
while the spring brings out what it has in store
in a time that is gentle, sweet and kind

while glory waits just outside the front door
and happiness is even in the slight wind.
Days are now hotter than they were before
with many blooming flowers one can find

and spring feels as it will last forevermore,
will it brings the most joyful times to mind,
when people in fun do each other adore
as if they can all unhappiness rescind.
Days are now hotter than they were before
with many blooming flowers one can find

poem by Gert Strydom
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At Times You Are Full Of Love (Rondeau)

At times you are full of love and you treat me kind
and I easily follow your state of mind,
fall under your charming spell
and although I know you well,
broken things do me of your anger remind.

There are so many things that to you I want to tell,
the depths of your soul at times I want to find
and I hate it when you scream and yell;
at times you are full of love.

I love you too much to leave you behind
but at times on your teeth you do grind
and at times you treat my like hell,
yet at other times you are like a fragile shell
and my whole life to you I want to bind;
at times you are full of love.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Stumble

We stumble through life
letting good and bad
things enter in there.
Sometimes the good
outweighs the bad,
and sometimes the bad
outweighs the good.

We never know
the shape of our life
to come,
nor how much good
and bad we’ll let in.
We just stumble along
letting this happen
sometimes out of our control.

There are times
when we stop to reflect
of how our life
is shaping up.
We then stumble forward,
try to make amends
for the bad thing we’ve done.
Unfortunately, time won’t
let us turn back the clock.

26 December 2007

poem by David Harris
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Sweet Romance

Father dear, dont you hear me
Im alone, and I cant sleep from crying
Father dear, well if you hear me
Ive been held closely by a stranger
Sweet romance
The moment that my eyes first saw him
In a glance
I knew right from the start that I adored him
Sweet romance
I may never see the man again, so help me find him
So help me find him
Listen, if you find him
Wont you tell him just how much I love him
Father, Ive only got you
Please, wont you make him love me too
Sweet romance
The moment that my eyes first saw him
In a glance
I knew right from the start that I adored him
Sweet romance
I may never see the man again, so help me find him
So help me find him
Oh, oh, oh
Sweet, sweet
Sweet romance
The moment that my eyes first saw him
In a glance
I knew right from the start that I adored him
Sweet romance
I may never see the man again, so help me find him
So help me find him
Father, hear me calling
Youre the only one I can turn to
My life has been so empty
And he could fill my emptiness too
Sweet romance
The moment that my eyes first saw him
In a glance
I knew right from the start that I adored him
Sweet romance
I may never see the man again, so help me find him
Help me, help me

song performed by by Donna Summer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Like A Fresh Brook Flows

Winter is gone.
And again Spring is here...
On the scene.

Dawn leaves its chill to a warming.
As birds are heard chirping.
And all of nature seems to sing.

Smiling faces seen to grace,
In places where we go.
Letting known their feelings shown.
As blooming flowers are exposed.

And laughter shared among the children,
Bring instant memories.
And romance filled remembered dances,
Slowly...
Like a fresh brook in a forest flows.

Winter is gone.
And again Spring is here...
On the scene.

Dawn arrives with Sunrise warmings,
As nature scents with a lingered tingling.

Ah-ee-ah-oh,
As blooming flowers are exposed.

Ah-ee-ah-oh,
And romance again like a fresh brook flows.

Ah-ee-ah-oh,
As blooming flowers are exposed.

Ah-ee-ah-oh,
And romance again like a fresh brook flows.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Violets

SENT IN A LITTLE BOX.

LET them lie, yes, let them lie,
They'll be dead to-morrow:
Lift the lid up quietly
As you'd lift the mystery
Of a shrouded sorrow.

Let them lie, the fragrant things,
Their sweet souls thus giving:
Let no breezes' ambient wings,
And no useless water-springs
Lure them into living.

They have lived--they live no more:
Nothing can requite them
For the gentle life they bore
And up-yielded in full store
While it did delight them.

Yet, poor flowers, not sad to die
In the hand that slew ye,
Did ye leave the open sky,
And the winds that wandered by,
And the bees that knew ye.

Giving up a small earth place,
And a day of blooming,
Here to lie in narrow space,
Smiling in this sickly face,
This dull air perfuming?

O my pretty violets dead,
Coffined from all gazes,
We will also smiling shed
Out of our flowers witherèd,
Perfume of sweet praises.

And as ye, for this poor sake,
Love with life are buying,
So, I doubt not, ONE will make
All our gathered flowers to take
Richer scent through dying.

poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Still in my life You do enter in (cavatina)

At times the thought that You know me too well
does unnerve me
as I do not constantly think about
love, charity;
the good and great things does at times elude
my thoughts, frankly
I am at times full of the vilest sin
and still in my life You do enter in.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Beauty

Where is all the beauty gone, I’ve looked both high and low
It is so hard to find these days unless you really know
So much war and hate in our land, it’s hidden itself so well
You will find it not skin deep, but the heart so pure it will dwell

Not just on a pretty face, and one groomed so fine
But one who does good deeds, which helps to lead the blind
One who would give his last crumb, or the clothes off his back
And doesn’t want recognition or others to keep track

The pure in heart will feel the pain of his brother
And his pay will be knowing that he helped another
I’ve lived at times in poverty, and at times excess
But the happiest times were when another I could bless

To help your fellow man, brings beauty into ones life
You could makes ones life easier without causing strife
This hating and fighting is just causing all pain
Happiness helping others out is where true beauty will reign!

poem by Donna Nimmo
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About Flowers And Trees

I

Why did the chrysanthemum wait long
to open it's quivering twisted rays?
When other flowers are gone it grows strong
in these much more colder wintry days

with cups making blossoms like anemones
some seen as feathery, plumed, or spidery
growing big or smaller in shaded tones,
in the winter portraying nature's imagery

in bronze, brown, purple, red, pink and white
with a single or semi-double blossom
growing to man's and the Creator's delight
when ripe makes growing very unwholesome.

Why was it not sprouting, rising, growing
at the beginning of the lovely spring?

II

At the beginning of the lovely spring
in the veldt among big acacia trees
when the first drops of rain are visiting,
drawing new life, flowers and buzzing bees

I find the bulbous hyacinth flowering,
and its appearance, its fragrance
is almost totally overpowering
when it makes its sudden appearance

with pale-blue petals of strings all opening
smelling like a tiny perfumery,
with bell shaped small cups that are hanging
bright among the green and brown scenery

displaying the joys of living and life,
many times have I counted groups of five.

III

Many times have I counted groups of five,
in things making the way that nature is
and have seen five eggs coming to live,
five leaves on flowers with five small bees.

Even on some trees that number is right
but strangely sometimes it might be wrong
and while in nature I walk along,
I see different flowers in a throng,

hear various birds singing their beautiful song,
there's something in all flowers, in each tree
that tells something about its makers will
who makes all things how they are to be

I have seen even five bundles to a sheaf;
the trees are butting in flower and leaf.

IV

The trees are butting in flower and leaf
as if some kind of magic word was said,
in rejoicing without any small grief,
the growing long green stems upwards do spread

as if new life has come to them again
like from scratch they are programmed to do,
after receiving power from summer rain
but like humans sometimes they do die too

carrying more bountiful each summer day
to the custom of their kind and their breed
till the summer suddenly dwindles away,
again they are stripped as if in need

and I like the fragrant fresh smell the best,
while walking through a huge pine forest.

V

While walking through a huge pine forest
a gentle wind like a friend greeted me
and for lingering long moments I did rest,
feeling from the whole big world somewhat free

and it was filled with the catching smell
of pine trees and soft in its embrace
for many moments long did I there dwell,
by songs of twittering birds amazed

and I then longed forever to be
among the flying birds, the buzzing bees
and the soft shadows, the tranquillity
of the peaked mountain, the large trees,

but sometimes lightning falls in a blue-white spark,
when the stormy wind blows strong in the dark.

VI

When the stormy wind blows strong in the dark
and the dark black evening suddenly glows
and the wind whispers with a howling bark
among the waving, rocking trees and throws

branches breaking, snapping, twisting, tearing;
you can hear that great savage strange beast
walking about, awoke from slumber stirring
during winter in the forest, in the east

suddenly coming to its greatest strength
somewhere in the thick enveloping fog
as the long night draws out darker at length
while its breaking, mauling log upon log,

from this windy monster I want to be free,
let me find some peace and tranquillity.

VII

Let me find some peace and tranquillity
at some places where man have never trod,
experience the greatest kind of beauty
that still is spared from the iron rod

with which man rules cities, huge countries
let me see miracles, see nature's joys,
away form buildings and big industries,
far away from the scorn, the manmade noise.

Let me smell some sweet wild flowers and lie
on wild grass to find nature's peace and rest
under a clear blue unpolluted sky,
away from even them whom I love best

and I wonder before the winter comes along,
why did the chrysanthemum wait long?

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Birth of Spring

The Birth of Spring
By: Adam M. Snow

A birth of Spring brings flowers bloom,
A beauty that reigns from nature's womb;
Bringing forth a new day of yore;
A beauty that reigns forevermore.
Heaving the life of nature to nature,
As the world within matures.

The flowers blooms ever so gracefully,
A Spring sunshine O' so blissfully.
The life of Spring so frail and gentle,
Like a rose or that of lentil.

It is evermore so sweet to wonder,
The scent of Spring would sunder.
And by the night, the stars glisten be,
Spring at it's glory, a song decrees.

A melody so sweet and peaceful to be heard;
The calming voice of nature's word,
That glistens the wind and flowers alike,
Flowing 'gainst the wind like a shrike.

She dance with a melody,
Like a wild felidae;
The petals of roses flows the wind.
I stand here in awe of nature's friend.

poem by Adam M. Snow
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Glory

Will I with you find content
in small little things
at times in happy imaginings
or must discontent

find a way into our lives until they are spent?
There are butterflies, bees and birds on small little wings
the calls of doves, of plovers, of even sparrows in the evenings
and fireflies that are sometimes present

and in all these things there is some beauty
a kind of natural grace
that changes life from what it was before
while they flutter, are roaming free
in open space upon open space
are displaying glory forevermore

[Reference: “The Glory” by Edward Thomas.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Possibly a Cad

This life is filled with a myriad of difficulties
And so much sadness.
Even petty sadness,
Meaning, not getting a job promotion,
Not dating the high school cheer leader, and the like,
Seems immense at the time;
I guess, to prepare us, somewhat, for actual troubles.

If we're lucky, in-between the loneliness
And the sense of hurt,
We find a dignified beauty in words or a human smile,
And it gives us a reprieve, however briefly.

At times in life, I've been kind and considerate;
At times, insensitive to a fault, possibly a cad.

I can only hope, God sees the small attempts we make
To attain the real beauty of a genuine soul
And to be better humans and that this will be our redemption.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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I am Enough! !

I remind myself constantly
That learning from mistakes is a rare ability.

Have that strength to overcome trials
Smile in hard times, consider whining a vile.

Keep head high when the world's falling
Miracles of nature, do find their calling.

Wonderful beings with power enormous
Laugh and be grateful, even for small stuff.

Say: I want to live every moment of life
Without thinking of tomorrow, in present I dive.

I am enough and I will be fine
Never let life's bitterness, shape or define.

poem by Samima Shah
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Sweet death

After spring there are many Jacaranda flowers
that lies purple at my feet,
while the trees shed
their beautiful blossoms.

Like the sweet blooms
that die,
I know that I
have but a short time
to spent in this life.

There’s a sweet perfume
that rises from the road
where the scattered flowers lie,
before it disappears
with the new rain

and I wonder if my words and deeds
will be a blessing for a time
when I am gone?

poem by Gert Strydom
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I must go to the bush again

I must go to the bush again
and for a time be free,
from the inward chill
of the big city
and the emptiness
that life among strangers brings.

I must go to the bush again
and see the baobab trees,
frame against the setting sun
and know that somehow
the Almighty One
cares about everyone and me.

I must go to the bush again
and watch the wild buck,
drink from a stream
and see the crocodiles slide
into back into the water
and find the tranquillity
that nature brings.

I must go to the bush again
and give a prayer
and to find solace there,
from a world
that’s totally out of control.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Evol

is this just another love song? well it sure sounds that way..
about some girl who dumped me and how i found my way
well this time its different, 'cause im not coming back
im not sure i want another freak attack
am i old enough to have fallen so many times?
fallen for a girl like you before i let my life behind
why cant i just find a perfect girl
the one i know was meant for me and knew that i would live forever
its an all or nothing game like russian roulette
you can pull the trigger and risk your life, or sit back and relax
all of my romances left with a bullet in their head
it leaves a whole story blank.. it leaves a dreamer dead
am i old enough to have fallen so many times?
fallen for a girl like you before i let my life behind
why cant i just find a perfect girl
the one i know was meant for me and knew that i would live forever
im falling.. im falling.. im falling.. im falling.. i'm falling.. i'm falling..
am i old enough to have fallen so many times?
fallen for a girl like you before i let my life behind
why cant i just find a perfect girl
the one i know was meant for me and knew that i would live forever
am i old enough to have fallen so many times?
fallen for a girl like you before i let my life behind
why cant i just find a perfect girl
the one i know was meant for me and knew that i would live forever

song performed by by Unsung Zeros
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A Beauty in Love

Act of love always flourishes joy!
Cheerful activity creates beauty
And a thing of beauty is a joy ever!

Sans love how can there be peace?
Loving peace is objective of romance
And romance continues till the end!

Nature, music and romance sway all!
All activities of Nature advocate love
And love eternally unites all to be all!

Beauty of love truly accrues joy ever!
Beauty is for love and truth for joy....
And love of beauty brings joy true sure!

Love of beauty never leaves one in pain as
Peace is in truth where beauty is in love!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Hope

Aim high and never give up;
Things may fall short at times;
If things don’t happen, ’tis OK;
At times, they get delayed.

Try hard as much as you can;
Some day, Luck will smile surely;
Life is full of ups and downs;
Be patient, come what may!

Failures shouldn’t upset your mind;
They must goad you to start again;
There’s nothing wrong in trying once more;
If ’tis your blunder, take the blame.

Attempt with fresh fervor again;
May be, you weren’t lucky today;
Who knows when things happen your way;
Await with patience, your D-Day!

All cannot become great stars o’er-night;
All aren’t geniuses at birth;
Achievements need right environs;
Don’t accept defeat meekly!

All buds may blossom on some dawn;
Some need not still on every lawn;
Hope is the basis of our life;
But work we must and always try!

poem by John Celes
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When You Tell Me How Much You Do Love Me

How many days I saw your subtle grace
the lingering smile on your lovely face,
there is a kind of sweet innocence
but also charm and a confidence
and you bring an inner tranquillity
when you tell me how much you do love me.

Sometimes beautiful the day does begin
while loving you closely feels like a sin,
but our intense feelings we cannot ignore
while life changes from what it was before
and you bring an inner tranquillity
when you tell me how much you do love me.

The moment is eternal with each kiss
while we are caught in ecstasy, sheer bliss
and not the future or even times past
has significance while the feelings last
and you bring an inner tranquillity
when you tell me how much you do love me.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Ghosts Of All The Past Mornings (Elfin Stanza Sonnet)

This day brings very sweet tranquillity
ghosts of other days, of some past morning
are present during this bright day in spring,
outside there is a kind of dignity

insects are buzzing up and down, are free
some are fluttering on a fragile wing,
you are dressed exceedingly lovely
while thousands of small birds do outside sing,

but this sunshine envelops everything
there is happiness in all that I see,

I have lived in times of real fighting
and have survived while you did love me,
our lives at times have been quite exciting
and every single day I see your beauty.

poem by Gert Strydom
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