Rurally God Created The Loveliest Rose
Rurally God created the loveliest rose
that blooms by itself in the veldt
where the hillocks in the distance touches the horizon.
In her kitchen there are trays full of rusks
where she is working from before sunrise,
that the visitors later claim as booty
and she is busy with her work
until the last tray comes out of the oven.
Rurally God created the loveliest rose
where se sprouts out in the veldt
and when you visit her
where she is working from before sunrise
she almost possessively guards her rusks
and her farm is her own property
where the hillocks in the distance touches the horizon.
The farmstead lies like a rectangle,
she is prepared for almost anything
and when you visit her,
you note that in her Eva’s beauty has come to perfection,
that time and again she astonishes you with her loveliness.
Rurally God created the loveliest rose,
she gives new meaning to attractiveness,
with her teasing she spares no one,
she is prepared for almost anything,
but her mother is miserable like a fire-belching dragon
and you have to be at your wits or she will turn you around her finger
where the hillocks in the distance touches the horizon.
and she’s a vixen and leaves every suitor perplexed
when she sparkles womanly,
with her teasing she spares no one
and sometimes it seems as if she has too many suitors
but still she cannot disguise her feelings.
Rurally God created the loveliest rose
where the hillocks in the distance touches the horizon.
and that little darling has charmed me.
In her kitchen there are trays full of rusks
(when she sparkles womanly)
that the visitors later claim as booty.
poem by Gert Strydom
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In a rural district God has created the most lovely rose
In a rural district God has created the loveliest rose
where the hillocks in the distance touches the sky,
she sprouts out in the veldt
and skip springbok agile as if no man can master her.
In her kitchen there are batches of rusks
and the outer door is locked
until the last baking pan comes out of the oven,
where visitors then rush to get some as booty
and when you visit her you have to be watch your wits
or she will twist you around her little finger
as she’s a vixen, who confuses every suitor
and her beauty leaves everyone dumbstruck
and her teasing overlooks nobody
as form far she has many visitors
bringing gifts and every kind of flower
that she takes at times or do not accept at all
and like a agile lizard
she’s prepared for any eventuality
and knows her hiding places
but to beauty she brings new meaning.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Far Away In The Blue (Triolet)
As far away as the blue
where the sun touches the hillocks
lies the things that was once true,
as far away as the blue
lays memories of me and you,
where things are like they had been, like the rocks,
as far away as the blue
where the sun touches the hillocks.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Pondering upon the Rose on a Sunday Morning......
The symbol of love
When giving in love a rose speaks for itself
The beauty is picturesque
The scent it gives lasting for ever
The rose never seen without her thorns
Still who can not feel happiness when a rose is seen or given?
Even for a brief minute, a second the rose brings a smile
Or perhaps a small sigh of delight
If one were to think upon a rose…
The thorns… the beauty…
The petals that carry the essence…
That lingers even after it is withered
If one were compare to our Lord…
He held thorns upon his precious head; the head of the rose is above the thorns
His love was known for its beauty and compassion, the rose noted for love
His words and Spirit lingers for eternity much like the scent of the rose
My Lord created the Rose
Perhaps he created it for remembrance of His son
Looking upon the rose I see it all so clearly
The meaning of love
The beauty
An essence that shall always be with me
poem by Patricia Gale
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Crimson rose
Loveliest crimson rose,
rich, clean, lush, red rose,
full of blood, full of life,
unpolluted by waste.
poem by Christine Manning
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What we are...
Two souls separated by a distance
Two hearts engaged with their own lives
Two spirits misplaced in each own horizon
Two people shackled by their own destiny
That’s what we are…
Love was introduced breaking the distance
Hope brings together the different lives
Faith binds two souls together in one horizon
Candles of passion burns the written destiny
That’s what we are…
Only time can tell and erase the distance
An eternal flame will burn the rest of our lives
Burning intensity you can see across the horizon
The scars of love and tenderness will rewrite destiny
That’s what we are…
poem by Kay Barcelon
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Love Song of Rasheed the Mad Cap
Praise to thee great Allah,
For carving my beloved
Pure as the sand of Mecca,
Rarer than the rose rarest.
But Allah,
Why you make her princess
Beyond reach of servant Rasheed?
The suitors are at the palace gate
Hankering after my love-bird.
Her father the Khaleef
Hath proclaimed-
Let eet bee
Who touches the rose tree
The one she marree.
How great you are Allah,
The fat prince of Persia
Fed on lard is passing
Touching not the rose tree.
Hurray Bismillah,
The Nawab of Nokredeet
Has his eyes on the balcony
His hands on the box he carree,
He touches not the rose tree.
Marches Ahmed, prince of 7 palaces
Missing the rose tree
By an isle & 14 torches,
O merciful father of horses.
& Zanab Tak-i-Wauk
Takes his walk
Right past the rose tree
O lover of the love famished
With each suitor passing
Touching not the rose tree,
My beloved blushes
Hoping it will be mee,
Guide me then
With hands of strategee,
To the rose tree the rose tree.
poem by G. S. Sharat Chandra
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Miracle From My Dream
If you were a flower in my garden,
I wish i were the rain that touches your leaves,
I would whisper how beautiful you are with every rain drop,
And even that would never be enough.
If you were a harp,
I could use the best notes,
To play a melody from my heart for you,
And even that would never be enough.
If you were a painting on my wall,
I could look at you all night long,
Admiring you in all your splendour,
And even that would never be enough.
If you were the sunrise,
I could be the sea kissing you on the horizon,
I would wrap you in my waves and caress you,
And even that would never be enough.
If i could have a second with you,
I would stop the time,
I would be the rainbow that touches your soul after rain,
And even that would never be enough.
If you were the miracle from my dream,
I don't want to wake up anymore,
I could stay dreaming forever,
And even that would never be enough.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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I Am From Heidelberg With Its Sugar Bush Hillocks
I am from Heidelberg with its sugar bush hillocks
and cannot remove the memories
from childhood days from my thoughts;
still I see open protea flowers waiting on bees,
with their smell that lingers in the air,
and I am caught by aloes
that fills the hillocks with their orange-red colour,
and in the late afternoons I find the shadows that the hillocks throw
and when the jacarandas in the city bloom,
when the garden in my yard is full of flowers,
when I find comfort at the fireplace in winter
then my thoughts keep going back
and even when my darling looks great-eyed at me
(whom I adore with my heart and soul)
and my friends that visit constantly
I cannot remove the city which is always crowding into life
and although our house of stone and brick
exists as if it will remain eternally,
where it's bordered by palisades like a fortress,
protected by electric wires
when the city's end suddenly comes,
when by man destruction
or a nuclear accident suddenly occurs
I will return to Heidelberg with its sugar bush hillocks.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Heaven Created The Galaxies
Heaven created the galaxies and the stars
Heaven created who you are.
Heaven created all that you see
even the emptiness in you in me.
Heaven created from thought form
heaven created the electric storm.
Heaven created you and me
so that we could create to
to bring joy and glee.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 31,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Across The Road The Veldt Stretches Out Wide
Across the road the veldt stretches out wide
where coucals calls to each other and peer around,
there are tree branches scratching against the window
and early in the morning the sun splashes on the floor
when weavers twitter in the branches,
while doves coo in the higher trees,
in the garden there is a red poppy
and I am moved by the scene.
From the kitchen comes the smell of baking rusks
where you stir the dough for bread,
the dog barks so loudly that my ears ring,
around your neck a golden necklace sparkles
with a pendant in the shape of a clover,
you smile as if you can take me along
to memories of a day in the hay
and I am moved by the scene.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Miss The Beach
I miss everything about the beach from the sands between my toes to the mighty sound of the ocean crashing against the rocks; it is there where I found my serenity.
I miss the sun raise to the sun fall at the beach, where its true colors have this wonderfully glow right at the point of when the sun touches the water.
I miss the smell of the salted water when the wind blows, I miss the way the sun feels when it caress my face, it has this magical warmth.
I miss the beach from the family fun to the just one on one in the sun, it reminds me of what home feel like, I miss seen the kids playing in the water, and how the fire bounces off the ocean in the darkness of night.
I miss the beauty of the beach for this is the loveliest gift that God has created for us to enjoy our time with each other, oh how I miss the beach.
poem by Kimbaline Navas
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Yes Yes
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
Submitted by .eve.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Somewhere in the hillocks
Somewhere in the hillocks
there’s a place
where you go through a rocky gateway
where blunted brown rocks lie
in the red brown sand
and here and there are trees
sticking out like half bare fingers
against the sky
as if leaves are struggling to grow
and terrible winds
at times rip it off.
The grass of the veldt is yellow
as if it’s already winter,
but maybe not a lot of rain
falls here
and in the distance
I see clouds white and grey
hanging over the blue mountain top
while the sun at places
comes through it
and would have liked
to be with the painter Jacobs
at that place.
[Reference: Painting by D Jacobs that belongs to me.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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This 'Rose' Will Be Ever Beautiful!
'Rose' will be ever beautiful,
Until you prick her petals,
For the lust of your eyes,
Dont spray the aerosol of lust
Over my tender petals
Of your ever staring eyes
Enjoy my undeniable beauty,
At a far away distance from me
I'll be always gazing at you
If you keep a distance from me
Never try to touch my tenderness
I'm scared of buzz of bees like you
Never will I be giving you the honey
All that will be for ''my honey''
Soon he'll be breaking the shell
Of metamorphosis of his life for me
Still A Rose
A rose is a rose every day, every night
You too are the same, except different in my sight
You are like a rose, such a beautiful creation
But a rose in disguise, meant to blume for every nation
So show your beauty, for I know what you are
You are a rose in disguise, and very, very wise
A rose is a rose is a rose.....
poem by Pearl Adaeze Okafor
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A Rose In Disguise
A rose is a rose every day, every night
You too are the same, except different in my sight
You are like a rose, such a beautiful creation
But a rose in disguise, meant to blume for every nation
So show your beauty, for I know what you are
You are a rose in disguise, and very, very wise
A rose is a rose is a rose.....
poem by Sarah Mellberg
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Early Morning
Flowers grow wild, full of drops of dew
when the sun comes loving over the hillocks
the silver white twilight stays as it lingers
when the sun is orange presents is most lovely colours
and there is beauty just where I look,
the work of the hands of the God of the universe.
When the sun peeks in brightly through the window
dots fall splashing over the floor,
outside the heaven is blue, the veldt is open
as if in this summer you can walk for miles
and there is beauty just where I look,
the work of the hands of the God of the universe.
Outside its suddenly bright shiny day
when you wait with a cup of coffee,
your curls catch my eye, glitter very fine
when you laugh happy, your face full of sunshine
and there is beauty just where I look,
the work of the hands of the God of the universe.
poem by Gert Strydom
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How Can You Be So Unforgiving?
many times i watch you
you are very near
my breath touches your
skin
my tongue is restrained
it is true
you do not bore me
you give life like a song
of a dying bird
when i listen you start
to play with your wings
and the wind
is perplexed
when i kiss you
you begin to fly away from my
tongue which has always
been true
as ever
like the ray of the sun
to the petal of
the rose
that is my only mistake
you are not forgiving
my breath touches the shadows
of your footsteps
my tongue licks the mud.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When We Walk In The Back Garden
When we walk in the back garden
as the sun sets over the hillocks
while flowers are blooming everywhere
and others are now suddenly rising
in this early spring,
in the distance houses gleam white like tents
and the evening air is suddenly colder
when I feel the heat of your hand in mine.
When the dark night comes
we are amazed by millions of stars
and of some you know the names
but when I kiss you, you have forgotten them all
and we only see the moon gleaming reddish
while we are caught in each other
and it's as if the night comes to life in the distance
but we are free from the whole world.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Buy Me a Rose
Buy me a rose, Buy me a rose
Buy me sweet reasons to be forever close
Tender me with words propose
Wear my heart on your sleeves
for i am the rose you chose
Reveal your gentle pose
Make me your fair lady before chairs and doors
Buy me a rose, Buy me a rose
And out for a dozen for me he goes
Past mountain high and wild river flows
I must be i suppose
His romantic quest and cause
Buy me a rose, Buy me a rose
Venture deeper into me
make me eternally yours
Share with me the gift my belly grows
suddenly loving me his world not knows
And in to the distance sails as the new wind blows
Buy me a rose, Buy me a rose
Better yet maybe not
a precious one in me grows
poem by Wes Mbanje
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