Mystical reality
There are red flames
that’s curling in a bush
out of her head
and the fairy princess
are pure and innocent
with her violet
flower petal dress,
which shows her body
at places through the thin material.
She has green magically beautiful eyes
and pointed little ears
and slender arms and legs
and her fine transparent wings,
sweeps past and looks
as if it is made
from the thinnest silk.
About her there’s clusters
of golden flowers
and in the background,
a gigantic female angel
with ink blue thought struck eyes
that is near to protect her.
The strict face
of the blonde angel
looks like that of a mother,
that is watching over her child
and I see her blue white wings
that fold over each other
and her deep blue dress
with its golden collar
looks like that of a queen.
[Reference: Mystical reality. Painting by Mandi. Look at the painting on my website: http: //www.mabooki.com/poems/display/1415_Mystical_rea lity.htm]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Early one afternoon
Early one afternoon
I walked through the streets
of a small village
and it had to be in Italy
and was probably in Corona
or Tuscany.
a Baker with a white overcoat
and white hat on his head
rang on his bike’s bell for me
and pedalled pass,
with an old green bike
at the Pizza Palour.
There were long white breads
and green wine bottles,
in the baskets of his bicycle
and he had a big bush
of red blue lanvender flowers in one hand.
Across from me there were three small tables
with white table-covers,
at the Villa Toscana
and I could read some dishes
from the menu on the wall.
At the wall a young woman
with dark hair and an indigo dress
laughed sharp and bright,
while she waited
that a well built waitress
pour some more wine.
The image of the beautiful waitress
with black hair and deep dark eyes,
that bends forward
still stays with me.
In front of me at Le Art
there were a row of paintings,
depicting nudes to the finest detail
on painter’s easels.
I walked nearer
and I could see rows of violet lavender bushes
against the ridge in the distance
and Villa’s, that stand yellow gold
up on the hill
and looked impressive
against the deep blue sky.
When I got back to myself
I was at the fountain
in front of the mural
in our garden
and the golden Persian cat,
watched me from the top of the wall
with a woolly tail that curled down
and it looked with golden eyes at me.
[Reference: Tuscan mural by Mandi. See the painting at my webpage: http: //www.mabooki.com/poems/display/1417_Early_one_af ternoon.htm]
poem by Gert Strydom
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An Abstract painting
My eyes fall on an abstract painting
of which my girlfriend,
wants to paint a series
that may hang in board halls
and offices.
There’s something hot and alive
in the background
that changes from golden yellow,
to flame orange
and flows into black red
and a green line
runs from the foreground
into the horizon.
With strong straight lines wood,
and sink plate shacks appear
with horizontal and vertical lines
and it looks like a squatter camp,
or the houses of a headman
in the country.
To me it looks like drums and large tin cans
that lies around in the front
and a big old TV set
with sitting places round it
and at the back,
there are two wooden pens
to keep in sheep and goats.
Maybe there’s red sand
on the one side
and yellow and green grass
for grazing on the other side,
but honestly I do not want to stay
in such a place.
[Reference: Abstract painting by Mandi. Look at the painting on my mabooki webpage: http: //www.mabooki.com/poems/display/1416_An_Abstract_ painting.htm]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Path into the bushes
There’s a road like out of a dream
or a fairy tale
that twists into the bushes,
but it’s white and pure
with innocence where it snakes
into the undergrowth
and the sky is open
and blue white to the horizon.
I walk pass a great white tree
with orange brown leaves
that rises above me
and a long dried out tree
of which the branches
reach like fingers into the air.
I follow the path
to the long blue gum trees
that are covered
with dark green leaves
and the odour of the trees
and the wood
hangs heavy in the air
and there’s something concrete
that’s stronger than a dream
[Reference: Wooded landscape by Mandi. Look at the painting on my web page: http: //www.mabooki.com/poems/display/1413_Path_into_th e_bushes.htm]
poem by Gert Strydom
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There’s a big painting
There’s a big painting of a girl
with a light pink skin
that lies on a white skin cloak
in front of a dark pool,
where snow white water lilies drifts
and I can see into her soul.
I have felt like taking the fan
next to her
and to wave her cool
yet she looks fragile
and self-possessed and calm,
where she lies with her peach pink dress
looking at me
and I wonder for whom she is waiting
and why the door behind her
of which the steps goes into the pool
are always locked?
[Reference: Painting of a girl at a pool by Mandi. See the painting at my webpage: http: //www.mabooki.com/poems/display/1412_There_is_a_b ig_painting.htm]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Keys to your heart
There’s a painting of a beautiful shy girl
with a bunch of rust brown keys,
that she holds
and I know that her painter
can always unlock my hart.
When I walk into our bedroom
she watches me
with her dark eyes
and at times I wonder
if her cheeks are naturally red
and if she is blushing,
because I am looking at the pink brown hard nipple
of her perfect breast.
Her beauty stays with me
and at times I look at the fine detail
of the two violet roses,
that is fresh in her auburn hair.
No person can ever
get her away from me
as she belongs to me
and I hope and pray,
that it stays like that
with her painter and me.
[Reference: Keys to your heart. Partly nude by Mandi. Look at the picture on my web page: http: //www.mabooki.com/poems/display/1414_Keys_to_your _heart.htm]
poem by Gert Strydom
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This Morning
When I awoke this morning
a white dove was sat on my bed.
I wondered if I was seeing things,
so rubbed my eyes and shook my head.
It opened its wings and fluttered
and grew much larger in size.
Its face changed to that of a human,
with blonde hair and blue eyes.
I immediately thought it an angel,
but dismissed it as a visual lie.
“Seeing was believing, ” it whispered,
then changed into a blue bottle fly.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Tiny Angel
golden hair, tiny curls
blue eyes, sparkle
tiny angel laughing
chasing butterflies in the garden
sunshine and shadows
picking flowers, making chains
tiny angel halo
curled up on my lap
sandman coming soon
dreams await you
sleeping angel
sweet smiles, soft kisses
giggles that melt my heart
happy angel
i see your wings
don't fly away
i need you here with me
tiny angel
gone too soon
i miss you
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Sweet Angel
Told me a story yesterday
About the sweet love between the moon and the deep blue sea
And when it was time for her to leave she spread her wings high over me
And said i shall return tomorrow
And i said fly on my sweet angel
Fly on through the sky
Fly on my sweet, sweet angel
Tomorrow i shall have you by my side
Sure enough this mornin' came to me
Silver wings silhouetted against the golden rose of today's sunrise
And the angel she bent down and told me
You'll never have to worry about this place just wipe your weepin' eyes
I'll take you where you've never been, you can fly
I looked around and i thought
Fly on my little angel
Fly on through the sky
Fly on my sweet angel
Tomorrow i'll be by your side
I got my wings to fly
Haha
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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She lives
Paintings of William Waterhouse
is dear to her
and she paints images of women
and faces
and tries to find
a Tuscan world somewhere
and in the contrast of darkness
and brightness of abstract art,
I see something deeper
coming out of her soul and life.
She wears her auburn hair
in plaits and later it hangs curling
over her shoulders
while I read passion, happiness
and an urge
to be really beautiful
deep in her golden eyes
and I know that she wants to flower.
She takes the dogs
on drives to a park and the river
where they run about in joy
and splash and swim
and she lives every hour
as if it can last an eternity
and tries to catch joy
in a moment
and when the urge takes her
she writes magic poems,
sad songs
and sets her life
to follow the Lord.
Somewhere in all of this
it’s as if she get wings
and the old world
of her past
fades into oblivion
and at times I wonder
if she’s a angel
or human being
and I love her
and she adores me
and all the days together
pass much to quickly,
but the fairy tale
remains reality
and I see how my darling
becomes a beautiful butterfly
that sheds parts of her soul
in words, notes and painting strokes
and she lives in a way
that I can never
really pen down.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Green Eyes Blue
Green Eyes Blue
Waking with warmth in my heart and your golden body next to me
A smile on my face morning upon morning
Minds eye scanning memory of every touch, sound, sight of you
The feel of your arms around me, the sweet smell of your breath
And from above…searching me, are your Green Eyes Blue
Eager new flavors, smells and touches brings new joy
Desire for love and hunger for flesh bring these gloves off to touch you
Lips wet and breathes quiver and our legs tangled tight
I want for nothing but your Green Eyes Blue
This woman is awakened by your touch and inspired by your goodness
The fire once thought dead now stoked by your careful hands
Beautiful man of mine holding my heart as we are afloat in this life
I am safe with you beside me as we become lost in each other
My heart is lost in your Green Eyes Blue
poem by Ellie Cook
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Angel
Artist Judas Priest
Song Angel
Albmun Angel Of Retribution
Lyrics By Rob Halford
Angel,
Put sad wings around me now
Protect me from this world of sin
So that we can rise again
Oh angel,
We can find our way somehow
Escaping from the world we're in
To a place where we began
And I know we'll find
A better place and piece of mind
Just tell me that it's all you want
For you and me
Angel won't you set me free
Angel,
Remember how we chased the sun
Then reaching for the stars at night
As our lives had just begun
When I close my eyes
I hear your velvet wings and cry
I'm waiting here with open arms
Oh can't you see
Angel shine your light on me
Angel we'll meet once more I'll pray
When all my sins are washed away
Hold me inside your wings and stay
Angel take me far away
Put your sad wings around me now
Angel take me far away
Put sad wings around me now
So that we can rise again
Put sad wings around me now
Angel take me far away
Put sad wings around me now
So that we can rise again
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Detroit Medley
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Fe, fe, fi, fi, fo, fo, fum
Look at Molly now, here she come
Wearin' a wig, hat, shades to match
High healed sneakers and an aligator hat
Wearin' her diamons, wearin' a big ring
She got rasors on her fingers and everything
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Wearin' her perfume, Chanel number five
Got to be the finest looking woman alive
She looks so pretty every time she walks by
The boys are too nervous, even to say hi
Not too skinny, not too fat
She's a real humdinger and I like it like that
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Good golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball
Good golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball
When you're rockin' and rollin'
Don't you hear your mama call
From the early, early morning to the early, early night
See Miss Molly rockin' in the house of blue light
Good golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball
When you're rockin' and rollin'
Don't you hear your mama call
Well c., c.c. rider
Come on see just what you've done
Well I said c., c.c. rider
Come on see just what you've done
You made me loving you
And now, now, now your man has come
Well now I'm goin' c.c. rider
Goin' to see my baby c.c. rider
And I won't be back c.c. rider
B
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Reality check, welcome partner
Dream! Dream! Dream!
Fly! Fly! Fly! into the blue, blue, blue skies
Then you tire your wings of dreams your wings that fly and fly into the blue skies
Then you rest and pause and fall to this rugged land
It is rough and rocky and graveled and sandy
It is hot and arid hurting your eyes your legs your feet
What you see and feel is reality
And you do not have wings now
All your dreams did not come true
In this reality, I welcome you partner.
we shall live here for a while.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Own Angel, Whom God Sent For Me
My very own Angel
One so specially made for me
Made so perfectly by the Almighty
When i look into his eyes
i know there is a God who loves me
Made an angel just for me
His hair is dark and fine
wings so bright white
strong enough to fend off evil
God must've known, He had to
that i would fall in love
with my own angel
His wings which i can see
for miles away in the darkest cave
is always right beside me
whenever evil comes this way
im never the slightest afriad
Because i know he's always here
ready to fight for me
for my soul to reach heaven
so we can be together
not as human and angel
--But-
as ANGEL and ANGEL!
poem by Bellaina Bella Hernandez
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Mother Only Matters
A few years passed by,
she gave me a gift today
She told me that she was thinking
of a special way.
To be a little closer
to an angel that's got her wings.
Words just don't do it,
like material things.
She saw it in the window
of that little shop.
It made her eyes sparkle,
as she felt her heart drop.
She ran to pick her up one,
but instead she got two.
She said this is my love from me too you.
I bought it for our Mother,
and it made me think of you!
I had to share the feeling
of a love so pure and true.
So forever will I cherish,
that heart shaped pillow of blue.
Mother only Matters it's what it said too!
To tell you how much that meant to me that day,
I want to say I love you! In a special way.
I see an Angel up above smiling down on you.
poem by Carlene Maddux
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Sometimes I imagine
Sometimes I imagine
that my D Jacobs painting
of a red brown earth road
that in winter
runs through the yellow green veldt
past a few oak and blue gum trees
to the purple blue mountains
in the distance
is a Pierneef,
but what draws it nearer to me,
is that I almost feel
the sand beneath me feet,
can smell the tussocks of grass,
try to catch the shades of the trees
one by one,
see a graveyard
in the distance next to
a few bushes,
look at the bright blue sky
and get emotionally involved
with this painting
as it brings my childhood days
back to me
and it jumps right
into my heart.
[Reference: Painting by D Jacobs that belongs to me.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Blue Angel
Roy orbison
Oh, blue angel dont you cry just because he said goodbye oh, uh, uh aah no, dont cry
Oh blue angel have no fear Ill brush away each lonely teardrop
Yeah, yeah, yeah oh, oh, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
Well loves precious flame just burned in vain but youre not to blame he thought love was a game
Oh, such a shame but dont you cry dont sigh Ill tell you why Ill never say goodbye blue angel!
Well have love so fine magic moments divine if youll just say yoyre mine Ill love you tll the end of time
Dont you worry your pretty head Ill never let you down Ill always be around blue angel! blue angel!
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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I'sleep with the angel
I'sleep in the lap angel, where the face of angel is very clear, is seen in the eyes of me*
His lap is felt warm in my spirit,
I'sleep with the angel,
The angel spreads the attraction and appealing me*
Calm my life from all dejected*
I'sleep with my angel.
My angel come from heaven.
Bring would one million loves and peace.*
Needs would he always is for me.
My angel sleeps in my heart forevermore.
Afterwards the angel gives my greetings to the Lord in heaven.
So that i'always receive him blessing.**
I'sleep with the angel.
His face like the gold painting.
Imagine about the angels body.
Is full of the flower scent.
I'sleep with the angel forevermore**
What Happen To The Angel?
There are times when
your brain goes in reverse.
This is the time when
you want a good nurse.
One that has the looks of an angel,
with long golden hair,
and eyes like deep pools of blue.
The ones that you could swim
around in them forever.
Suddenly the brain
kicks into forward drive.
You blink and blink again
at the vision stand there.
A grumpy face
that is weathered fine.
Black spots for eyes,
hands callused and ruff
married in with a voice gruff.
What happen to the angel,
the one with the long golden hair?
She is gone in the dream
and you’re left with an angel in reverse.
Your brain now tries
to think of a resolution.
However, I’m going to leave it here
for you to make up your own conclusion.
poem by David Harris
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On Angel Wings
On angel wings you do fly
On angel wings into the sky
On angel wings i do cry
Because those angel wings took you away
On angel wings the heralds sing
Is there no such lovely thing?
On angel wings you fly away.
I will see these angel wings again someday
When i am old and my time has come
On angel wings I will fly
Until I'm holding you once again
Smiling on angel wings.
poem by Troy Nichols
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