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On this dappled dawn (Novelinee)

On this dappled silver shadowed dawn
you were in all my thoughts, were in my mind
and there was sheer loveliness in this morn,
without you to the beauty I was blind.
On different things my time I did spend
but in nothing could find any delight
and much too slowly along the day went
until the sheer black darkness of the night;
still I was lonely, you were out of sight.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Go Gently Into The Night

Go gently into the night
....Upon tip-toed feet...
Delicately and deliberately
....Softly. longingly into...
...The mid-night heat...
Tenderly wrap your silver legs
...'Round your lover's desiring thighs...
Embrace your lover with sheer delight
...Take one another-so high...
Of this magical moment in time
...Recorded now in heart's diary...
Account for your every second
...Of your sheer ecstacy...
And in your memories of this night
...You shall fondly recall...
...A most bliss filled union...
That answered true loves hallowed call

poem by Theodora Onken
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Nightwatch for My LADY IRENE

When silence fills the bowl of night.
My lady slumbers peacefully,
to lie beside her is my right.
A source to me of sheer delight.

My lady slumbers peacefully.
She is aware that I am near
safeguarding her security.
She knows she can rely on me

To lie beside her is my right
a privilege I had to earn.
I am rewarded by the sight
this night and every other night.

A source to me of sheer delight.
My lady dreams her dreams in peace
When silence fills the bowl of night
I watch and ward her by moonlight.

9-Jun-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A View On Things (Cavatina Sequence)

We are puzzled, sometimes we are stunned,
in the sheer face
of beauty; loveliness catches the eye,
with a pure grace,
enigmatic we view morning-glories,
things commonplace
like the blue sky on a clear open day
are serene in the view that they portray.

Sometimes the sea plays its optical tricks
in on the mind,
as if changing its feelings with its hue;
daily we find
azure, cobalt blue, green and grey colours
that does remind
of times of happiness, of joy and pain;
too absolute some colours do remain.

If we get too close perspective is lost,
yet we still know
the true shape and colouring of a thing,
or a inner glow,
a white shimmering brings a universe
the eyes do show
that does not exist in our true sight,
sometimes brings to darkness another light.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Sorrows of the Blind

Pity the sorrows of the poor blind,
For they can but little comfort find;
As they walk along the street,
They know not where to put their feet.
They are deprived of that earthly joy
Of seeing either man, woman, or boy;
Sad and lonely through the world they go,
Not knowing a friend from a foe:
Nor the difference betwixt day and night,
For the want of their eyesight;
The blind mother cannot see her darling boy,
That was once her soul's joy.
By day and night,
Since she lost her precious sight;
To her the world seems dark and drear,
And she can find no comfort here.
She once found pleasure in reading books,
But now pale and careworn are her looks.
Since she has lost her eyesight,
Everything seems wrong and nothing right.

The face of nature, with all its beauties and livery green,
Appears to the blind just like a dream.
All things beautiful have vanished from their sight,
Which were once their heart's delight.
The blind father cannot see his beautiful child, nor wife,
That was once the joy of his life;
That he was wont to see at morn and night,
When he had his eyesight.
All comfort has vanished from him now,
And a dejected look hangs on his brow.

Kind Christians all, both great and small,
Pity the sorrows of the blind,
They can but little comfort find;
Therefore we ought to be content with our lot,
And for the eyesight we have got,
And pray to God both day and night
To preserve our eyesight;
To be always willing to help the blind in their distress,
And the Lord will surely bless
And guard us by night and day,
And remember us at the judgment day.

poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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To The Summer Sun (Collins Sestets)

Her sheer loveliness is incomparable,
her close presence is so very able
to outstrip the pain, darkness of the soul,
daily she brings great joy, she makes me whole
and her impact is totally sublime,
as if she goes pass the bonds of time.

Her voice is extremely musical
bringing joy at times that is critical
as she enters with a shadowed footfall
draws shapes and are present on the wall
and her impact is totally sublime,
as if she goes pass the bonds of time.

She comes like the notes of a lost song
with a kind of beauty that brings no wrong,
making birds and insects utter their joy
while only great goodness she does employ
and her impact is totally sublime,
as if she goes pass the bonds of time.

poem by Gert Strydom
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