No Longer Can You Brake My Logical Reasoning
No longer can you brake
my logical reasoning through your sensitivity
the central part of me stays
and throws you out bit by bit.
You heart that could confuse,
that had chased me around, which had challenged me
and sometimes could provoke me
will in no strategy succeed any longer.
With your nurturing I have made myself orphan,
while your irrationality has brought all reason into confusion
but now you can read the writing on the wall
and I will cause no more anarchy that penetrates to others
I will rather live without standing the whole time on the abyss
and without fear than to be purposeless forever.
[After Elisabeth Eybers/Reference: Krisis (Crisis) by Elisabeth Eybers.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Eastern Transvaal
Against the edge of the kopje a homestead is standing
with a pretty garden in contrast to the red-brown dust,
a place of rest grounded on the expertise of the farmer,
displaying his handiwork.
When thunder falls above on the top of the hillock
he sits at ease with a pipe in his mouth,
at his feet his darling pedigree dog lies
and they smell the fragrance of the rain that is showering down
while the eyes of the farmer wanders over the hillock
where aloes, sugar bushes and wild plums grow in abundance
next to the dense cornfield that stretches green into the distance,
the blessings from God showers down everywhere
and everything that farmer owns multiplies
as if the hand of God covers his life mightily.
[After Elisabeth Eybers/Reference: Wes-Transvaal (Western Transvaal) by Elisabeth Eybers.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Mary from Nazareth
Mary innocent girl from Nazareth
when you went on your knees
standing in front of the God of the universe,
before your marriage already pregnant against the law
did you know that the Godly child that you were carrying
would only depend on His heavenly Father,
that He would be downtrodden by men and despised
without ever complaining about his fate?
With your fear during childbearing with pain circled out wider
did you know that He would bring salvation to the world with pain,
that blows would cleave into his body, with a crown of thorns upon His head,
before nails would pierce his hands and feet mercilessly?
That night right there in the stable
when your gaze fell over the bare circumstances
did you know blessed woman,
that the God of the universe
came to this world only as a mere man,
stripped from his omnipotence without end
to fulfil His mission here as a mortal
without cursing those that were murdering Him?
When you nursed and cared for Him day after day
teaching Him to count on His fingers
did you realise the depth of His love and knowledge
when He told the priests in the temple about God?
Mary from Nazareth, when fear were cutting through your motherly heart
when you saw your darling child suffering,
hanging for the entire world on the cross
did you know that his omnipotent Father was still near?
When His last power dissipated on the cross
were you then estranged from your son
or did you know that He would rise again
to take up His place as the conquering God?
Mary woman from Nazareth did you remember His words,
or did the mourning mangle you too deeply
when your son carried the shame of the world
to know that you could trust His promises?
l’Envoi
When thunder cleaved through the air and fell in darkness
while He died next to a murderer and thief, of sin an image
did you know why a God had to die
that your own child had to prove that God loves selflessly?
or would this realization only later become clear from the words of His followers,
did you know that He would bring salvation to the world with pain,
that blows would cleave into his body, with a crown of thorns upon His head,
before nails would pierce his hands and feet mercilessly?
[After Elisabeth Eybers/Reference: Maria (Mary) by Elisabeth Eybers.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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That Mysterious Connection
That mysterious connection
I have maybe lost somewhere in my humanity
when my darling betrayed me,
that which can bring everything together
and it is only a big simplification
where you are in pain without defence.
That mysterious connection
I have maybe lost somewhere in my humanity
that love circle to the inside,
you cannot really stop the effect
when things go into decline and hurt,
distorting love to a monstrosity:
that mysterious connection.
(Reference: Breuk (Break) by Elisabeth Eybers.)
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Young Man
(in answer to Elisabeth Eybers)
Under the shower her man is soaking wet
where she wraps her arms around him
and around him water splashes.
His skin is soft under her hands,
she washes down his spine
and she almost slips, are against him
and the floor of the shower is slippery
when she moves still closer to him.
Under the shower her man is soaking wet
and he smiles softly with white shining teeth,
she can feel his muscles tightening with power,
she washes down his spine
and when she slips, she has to move her grip on him,
with water flowing over both of them
and around him water splashes.
and he stops her from falling, grabs her with power
and she washes down his upper leg,
she can feel his muscles tightening with power
and the floor is slippery but flat
and she wonders from where his manly power comes?
Under the shower her man is soaking wet
and she washes him as low as every heel,
her fingers grips
and she washes down his upper leg
and his chest hairs are smudged black
and his gaze is full of lust without any suspicion
and around him water splashes.
over his arms, his strong rib cage
She sees his member tightening, totally set
her fingers grips
where suddenly takes him
looking at him with conceit.
Under the shower her man is soaking wet
and around him water splashes
and his smile almost swallows her and it’s bold,
his skin is soft under her hands,
she sees his member tightening, totally set
and she almost slips, are against him.
[Reference: Jong seun (Young boy) by Elisabeth Eybers.]
“Tog, onvolkome afgerond,
hoe sal die lewe hom nog wond:
in sy Achilleskern vind
hy geen beskutting – man of kind:
geheg aan die benedebuik
waar blink haarrankies reeds ontluik,
deuraar, teer soos ’n ooglid, sag
soos murg, hang weerloos die geslag.”
My translation:
“Still, not yet rounded off,
how life will still wound him:
in his Achilles-core
he finds no cover – man or child
attached to the lower abdomen
where shining hair-sprouts are already unfolding
veined, tender like an eyelid, soft
like marrow, the sex hangs defenceless.”]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Mary, From Nazareth
Mary, innocent girl from Nazareth,
did you know that the Godly child you were carrying,
when you fell on your knees in prayer
with fear and pain that got more
when it seemed as if you were torn open,
did you know that He would bring salvation with pain
when before marriage you were pregnant against the law,
did you know that He would ask for help from His father?
Mary innocent girl from Nazareth,
did you know that nails would pierce His hands and feet,
that night there in the stable
when it seemed as if you were torn open,
did you know that He would not save himself from the cross,
without ever complaining about His destiny,
when you fell on your knees in prayer,
when you saw the bare situation,
when God himself came as a human
that night in the stable
and for a time your child was jolly and full of fun,
without anybody accusing Him then?
Mary, innocent girl from Nazareth,
as He was stripped from His omnipotence,
when you were caring for Him day by day,
when God himself came as a human,
carrying all the sin of this world
was He was dumfounded on the cross
when you fell on your knees in prayer?
When He told the priests in the temple about God
did fear go through you motherly heart,
when you were caring for Him day by day?
When they kept you away from your son,
when they were whipping Him,
Mary, innocent girl from Nazareth
when you fell on your knees in prayer
did you then see how He innocently was suffering
with fear and pain that got more,
did fear go through you motherly heart,
did you know that He would bring salvation with pain?
[Reference: “Maria” by Elisabeth Eybers.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Two toddlers in the municipal park
(in answer to Elisabeth Eybers)
Naked next to each other
two black toddlers are left
with a wormed small maleness
and a exposed female groove
and with wiggling legs they walk on
to where the canal of a dilapidated stream meanders
and where at time ducks or swans may have been,
there now are only empty concrete furrows,
as if a dark power holds the park, the town, the country,
the whole continent in its gigantic claws
and everything is declining,
is being broken down into pieces on a gigantic rubbish pile
and they look at a blue headed lizard
that lies and baking in the sun
and stare inquisitive at a few rock-lizards
that crawl one after the other from their trenches,
like soldiers with coordinated movements
and when a snake appears suddenly,
they look at it in wonder
when it strikes at both the lizards
before it devours them
and she - the small girl- grabs tightly onto the boy's hand
to draw him still nearer to the vermin
that perceives them both and rocks hissing back
and looks at the two with deadly seriousness
and with desperate power the boy jerks her back,
away from the thing that he perceives as danger
before they both burst out in tears
and run back with wiggling legs
to the shadow of a tree
where mom and dad lies stretched out on a blanket
next to two empty brandy bottles
that gleams in the bright sunlight
and beyond the stonewall of the park
an expensive German car passes,
are followed by two pickup trucks
and a horde of minibus taxis
are parked next to the municipal park,
with music blaring deafening
and a group of teenagers climb out of one
and he wants to walk into that direction
as a member of the collective wildness
but she is caught by his strange small snake
that rocks to and fro with each step that he takes
and when the teenagers become aware of the children
it appears as if they have far too much interest in them
and maybe it's the last day of danger,
or maybe some captured childhood days
and they may be molested
somewhere next to the road,
be disfigured, cut up,
for witchdoctor medicinal use
and thrown out of a taxi-buss
or it may only be amusing
to see two stark naked children.
The snake returns well-fed
to the hole from where it comes,
and the two toddlers are astonished
by one of the teenagers
who hides beyond a mask.
[Reference: "Twee kleuters in die vondelpark" (Two children in the wander park) by Elisabeth Eybers.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Goodnight Elisabeth
I was wasted in the afternoon
Waiting on a train
I woke up in pieces and Elisabeth had disappeared again
I wish you were inside of me
I hope that you're ok
I hope you're resting quietly
I just wanted to say
Goodnight Elisabeth
Goodnight Elisabeth
We couldn't all be cowboys
So some of us are clowns
Some of us are dancers on the midway
We roam from town to town
I hope that everybody can find a little flame
Me
song performed by by Counting Crows from Recovering The Satellites
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Lovers
Sit down and listen 'cause I've got good news for you
It was in the papers today
Some physician had made a discovery
This' what she had to say:
(Oooh you know that)
She said that every result she had backed her
Claiming that love's a longevity factor
So lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, ain't that nice
Lovers live a little longer, baby
What a feeling when I hold you tight
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
I can imagine, I'll see in my fantasy
I'll enjoy every day
Making love is a dynamite drug, baby
So why don't we start right away
(Ahh, please don't wait)
I don't care if they're watching 'cause listen
We've got a reason for each time we're kissing
'Cause lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, ain't that nice
Lovers live a little longer, baby
What a feeling when I hold you tight
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
I just don't care if they're watching 'cause listen
We've got a reason for each time we're kissing
'Cause lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, ain't that nice
Lovers live a little longer, baby
What a feeling when I hold you tight
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
Lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
song performed by by ABBA
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Your Own Fate
What if you did all that you wanted;
If your hopes and dreams were flaunted,
For all the world to see and applaud! ?
Why not give yourself, instead of others, the nod-
To live your own life, unaffected by others' views! ?
Why not allow your life to be what you would choose,
Without regard for what the uninformed opine! ?
Why not live your life as I live mine:
For, by, and of myself-without prejudice,
Bias, or hate-my heart is for all, commodious.
My dreams are mine for a reason:
I do not seek and find, then alter like a season,
Because others need to assert their ignorance,
All the while under the guise of guidance
And protection-as if you could not possibly know
What is best for you-like this interference could possibly show
The altruism that they so ardently profess!
This decision, made under the throngs of duress,
Is not what is best for you, it is what is easiest for them.
Only when both your and their wants are ibidem,
Should you make a decision, of which others approve.
Though, it is not too late to rethink your stance, before you've
Lost a great and powerful feeling from your sight,
Locked away forever-as though an unending night
Of purgatory, where your afeared heart made a decision
It can never stand to live with-where the derision
Of the moment becomes more and more permanent.
All you need do is look in your heart to know where it went-
There resides the answer, as it has all the while:
Your heart is never prone to your mind's beguile!
Now that time has wend your way
And you are no longer subject to the sway
Of irrationality or the phantom of false fear,
All the answers in your heart should make quite clear,
That a glory need not die, nor does a dream need be gone-
Allow the spectre of the past to fade and a future to dawn,
Where you are no longer conflicted between this ardor
And attempts to please everyone-never again barter
With your heart, it is a losing proposition!
We both know the heights of your life's ambition:
To live the life, of which you have always aspired,
With the one person that you always admired
Fervently, and with strength that neither time nor
Distance may alter-you know that you are prime for
This moment and for this life, all you must do
Is disavow its impedance, and trust you,
And you alone, are the master of your own fate-
Do this now my beloved, before it is too late!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Soul Messiah
There is too much confusion
Much too much impact of obscene terror
I wonder why Im still surfing on this wave of obsession
Is there a reason to stay any longer
Waiting for some cool messiah
Give me a reason to stay here forever
Waiting for something to come
Is it my soul
Is it that glimpse of light I never forget to expect
Or is it you, some kind of angel
That keeps me in waiting forever
Theres too much war on the outside
Much too much impact of symbols and meanings
I wonder why Im still fighting in this ocean of questions
Is there a reason to stay any longer
Waiting for something to come
Give me a reason to stay on this island
Waiting for something to come
song performed by by Alphaville
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I'm Self-confident
With your self-confidence, you will succeed
No longer will your heart painfully bleed
As humans, we have our twists and turns
However, from these problems we always learn
Life has its own road and way
But you have your opinion, actions, and your say
Although life may bring you down
Don’t ever respond with a frown
Instead of giving up and letting go
Just cope with the problems and let them flow
In the end, a solution will be made
And no longer will fear and doubt be your shade
Perfection is a fictitious word you should never follow lead
If you seek perfection, you will never succeed
Just take a step at a time to regain your confidence again
However, along the path there will be pain
You will make mistakes along the way
But never let your faults forever stay
Wisdom will guide your every step
And will erase all the bad memoirs that you have long kept
You will regain your self-confidence bit by bit
The worse may happen but you mustn’t quit…
poem by Marria Attar
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Longer I Live
LONGER I LIVE
Longer I live more I believe
Blessed is your love from above
For me to treasure beyond measure
On this earth is the truth
Longer I live more I believe
Your heart is ocean of bliss
Spilling all over in my future
Like sun light day and night
Longer I live more I believe
You are gleam of my dream
Melody of song I hum along
Feeling the essence of your puissance
Longer I live more I believe
Your tender touch means so much
Sparkle of joy wings to fly
In world of dreams of sunbeams
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Empty Space In Our Lives
A Tribute to Elisabeth Sladen 1948-2011
Better known to millions as Sarah Jane Smith from the Doctor Who TV series.
We watch stars rise and then pass away,
people with quality and a twinkle in their eyes,
then suddenly they are gone
leaving an empty space in our lives.
We might never have known them
in a personal sense,
only by their performances
as they moved across the screen.
However, we felt at times
they were our friend,
we listened to the words they spoke,
the cheerfulness in their tone
and their beauty never diminished
during the passing of time.
Then suddenly they are gone
leaving only their image forever
captured in moments on film.
Goodbye Elisabeth.
May you rest in peace.
21 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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A very good day
Nothing stays forever
Still it is pursued forever
It is illusory and mirage
We are just pet in cage
What to think and what to do?
Everything seems good and true
No firm decision but puzzle in mind
How to go deep and really find
Will this be life long confusion?
What else can we do except confession?
Is there no remedy for reasonable exit?
Can we not write clearly on paper sheet?
This may be read by all
Possibly it may bring down the wall
Age long confusion may end one day?
It will be nice and very good day
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What's Left
This one is for everytime I've cried
Everytime I've wondered why I'm alive
Why I try to live why I strive to give
This is a warning for all those who care
I'm losing who I am so I will never be there
A part of me dies each day
Now all my happiness has gone away
I got no reason to stay
This is my final way out
My final shout that will get rid of all doubt
That I'm still me
I'm no longer alive
I'm no longer that happy guy
He's died and this is what's left
A cold freak who's heart no longer beats
poem by Tanner Geldart
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Standing There In The Rain
Standing there in the rain
crying through the pain
Standing there in the rain
its so dark no one thought
Standing there in the rain
i watch how all disappears
Standing there in the rain
i dropped to my knees
Standing there in the rain
no strenght to believe again
Standing there in the rain
i wish i can breath again
Standing there in the rain
Im no longer there
Standing there in the rain
wish i knew what to do
Standing there in the rain
the dark is waiting for me
Standing there in the rain
im getting stronger
No longer screaming
no longer believing
Standing there in the rain
i see someone staring
Standing there in the rain
its when the war began....
poem by Priscilla Colon
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It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth - and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up, we will then begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.
quote by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
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Competing With Myself
I no longer sit to be amazed,
By those who believe an ease of life...
Is given for the one who fights for it.
I no longer sit with curiosity,
Thinking of those who seek not to be challenged...
But expect a shipment of opportunities to them delivered.
I no longer refute accusations made,
About the validity of my abilities.
Or debate with those to ignorant to know.
I no longer sit to be amazed,
By those who believe an ease of life...
Is given for the one who fights for it.
And I do not have to look or have the presence,
As if I am dressed for battle.
I am not seeking to impress with images of conquest.
Since I've been competing with myself all of my life.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Us Now Become The 100%
Why must it always be “Us and them”?
When we’re all part of humankind
Can a rose live without its roots or stem?
Can justice prevail when men are deaf n’ blind?
The time is nigh for global re-formation,
When all come together, for a lasting peace
A time when it’s no longer “Nation against Nation”
A time when all conflict n’ war shall finally cease
Take to heart this poignant affirmation;
“Separation for any reason is still separation”
We must forever heal our need to spew n’ vent,
“Let us now become the 100%”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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I Can No Longer Live For you
I spent my life loving you-
not someone like you, but YOU;
not a part of you, but YOU.
I spent my life knowing you,
hearing your heartbeat, painting your smile;
memorizing your thoughts, reading your eyes.
You thought that if you wear a mask,
I wouldn't know at all.
But then I do, coz all my life
I did nothing but living for you.
It's not your face that matters at all,
I can always see your soul.
You might not tell me if youre there
but I can feel your shadows.
It's not your voice that matters at all,
I can always hear your heart.
I can recognize your footsteps,
I can read what's on your mind.
You know that I would sense the truth,
you know that i would feel it.
You didnt tell me- were you afraid?
You twisted all you said.
I loved you and I love you-
I can always forgive you...
I can always understand you.
I waited to hear the truth from you
but why the silence?
Maybe because you dont love me
enough to tell me;
you dont love me enough
to win me back...
you dont love me enough
to care what I feel.
You just dont love me and Im sorry
I can no longer live for you.
I cant forever live for you.
Many times i hoped that i could touch forever
and beg him then to stay.
But then he didnt-
Yet, I wont live forever just to feel your love.
Im sorry, I cant do it-
I can no longer live for you...
but die for you, I will.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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