To Be In The Veldt
(after Robert Browning)
Oh, to be in the veldt while its spring
to see all the wildflowers rising,
to hear the birds, the bees
as they sweetly sing
with the greenness in every grass and leaf,
the blushing colour of the eve
might be the greatest blessing
a beautiful, very great thing.
[Reference: “Home-thoughts, from Abroad” by Robert Browning.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Love and Loving
(after Robert Browning)
Right through spring
I bought her bunches of roses and carnations
that were flowering
wrote verses in anticipation
that somehow these things would catch her eye
but she had even thrown a sheave away to die.
In mere meagre words
I tried to put all of my love,
as my feelings to my wife to prove
but her actions were cutting me like swords
when she chose another above me,
demanded from our marriage to be free.
During our separation I phoned her
and she acted as if I were someone unknown
while in the background I heard her lover whisper
and around me my entire world had fallen down
while she acted in iniquity
and I heard them both laugh in glee.
l’Envoi
Since then many years have gone
while with other women my life went on
and I know love and loving well,
that it can be either heaven or hell.
[Reference: “One way of love” by Robert Browning.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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When all of life is condensed as true (Italian sonnet)
(after Robert Browning)
All other times things, people coming before
has no consequence when we merge intimately,
as when we are apart, act separately
between us the depth is just so much more
as we enter life's, ecstasy's central core
while we are one and you are around me
kisses are sublime, time lingers eternally
as if nothing can be anything more
when all of life is condensed as true
with soul and sense in a single moment,
when each to each together we do meet
in the connection between me and you
in bliss, rapture, in perfect enchantment
and life that moment is eternally sweet.
[Reference: "Now" by Robert Browning]
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Don't YOU Know? ?
Don't YOU know what YOU All are doin'?
Havn't YOU any care in YOU at all?
How do Ya' ever sleep at night?
Down this old River Walk...YOU Fall;
The Seasons they are a changin'...
The leaves of time are blowin' 'cross the plains...
Frost and icy wind comes hollerin' after YOU...
And the ole Sun is Beginning to wane;
YOU all need to face up to all of YOUR Ghosts, pronto...
YOU need to check in, on your skeletons too...
'Cause the Winter White...its a comin'...oh ya! ! !
And in the end of it all (Just past Fall) that there blame-
(Its headin' straight for YOU)
October 3,2009
From The Attic Of My Heart
With great thoughts of Tom Sawyer
And of Huckleberry Finn***
Also: Elizabeth Barrett Browning***
Robert Browning***
Their son: Paul O (C. Browning)
And With Thanks To My Very Good
Friend Nan.
poem by Theodora Onken
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On Her Face I See The Light Play
(after Robert Browning)
On her face I see the light play
as it did the first time that we met
and her face is just as sweet as before,
but now love is lost from her eyes.
Still I am wondering what I have done
for love to be gone,
if it was in a words that I said?
As she turns her head
strangely she is still the only one,
with a gesture so similar
as when our love did begun
but there is also something unfamiliar.
How strange it is that love has gone away,
on her face I see the light play
as it did the first time that we met
while my eyes are suddenly wet
and her face is just as sweet as before,
she is still the girl, which I did adore
but now love is lost from her eyes,
and slowly the light dies.
[Reference: In a year by Robert Browning.]
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To do good thing in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life.
quote by Robert Browning
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If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.
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Overhead the Tree-Tops Meet
Overhead the tree-tops meet,
Flowers and grass spring 'neath one's feet;
There was nought above me, and nought below,
My childhood had not learned to know:
For what are the voices of birds
—Ay, and of beasts,—but words—our words,
Only so much more sweet?
The knowledge of that with my life begun!
But I had so near made out the sun,
And counted your stars, the Seven and One,
Like the fingers of my hand:
Nay, I could all but understand
Wherefore through heaven the white moon ranges,
And just when out of her soft fifty changes
No unfamiliar face might overlook me—
Suddenly God took me!
poem by Robert Browning
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I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
quote by Robert Browning
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The Apron Of Flowers
To gather flowers, Sappha went,
And homeward she did bring
Within her lawny continent,
The treasure of the Spring.
She smiling blush'd, and blushing smiled,
And sweetly blushing thus,
She look'd as she'd been got with child
By young Favonius.
Her apron gave, as she did pass,
An odour more divine,
More pleasing too, than ever was
The lap of Proserpine.
poem by Robert Herrick
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The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
quote by Robert Browning
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Pippa's Song
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven--
All's right with the world!
poem by Robert Browning
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The Year's at the Spring
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven—
All's right with the world!
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The Nicest Season For One To Die
The nicest Season for one to die must surely be the Spring
When the Parklands wear their Wildflowers and song birds pipe and sing
And young birds are chirping in their nests and the sparrows all the day
Are busy under the house eaves weaving their nests of hay.
If I'm not burned to ashes then why not bury me
In that old graveyard on the hill preferably by a tree
Where in Spring birds will build their nest and sing their songs above where I lay
Though what happens to your remains when you are dead doesn't matter some do say.
We all belong to Mother Nature and to her we must return sometime
The reaper takes the young and old and those in their life's
prime
And since I too must die I hope 'twill be when flowers are in full bloom
In the prime of Spring when the air scent sweetly of Nature's own perfume.
Bury me in the Graveyard on the hill where peace is to be found
Beside a tree where birds nest and sing content in their home ground
A quiet place free of man made noise when Spring is in the air
In Nature's bosom I will rest beyond any living care.
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Now
When ecstasy’s utmost thrill
is at the core of our existence
and you are above, or under me
with feelings, senses and experience
the moment feels as if it can be eternal,
stretching right through time
to when Adam first adored Eve like this
and when this perfect present experience
filled with rapture captures us together
then I know that it is love.
[Reference: Now by Robert Browning.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
quote by Robert Browning
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Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do!
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Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
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Grow old along with me the best is yet to be.
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Something About The Girl Called Spring (Sonnet Corona)
I
Just after winter you are back enchanting
with unfolding blossoms on hot sunny days
playing your roles in all your beautiful ways
as if every day is a grand setting
with colours and smells alluring, inviting
man, animals and insects to stray
in orchards, gardens and in the veldt to play
wherever you may be wandering
while insects and birds sing sweet melodies,
even the breeze is charming
in the season that you bequeath
that becomes a time of sweet memories
while everywhere life is swarming;
flowers are as fragrant as your breath.
II
Flowers are as fragrant as your breath
and outside the sun does shine
where flowers and insects ephemeral awaits death
living just as small specs of the will divine.
There are tales about flowers and butterflies that you tell,
about all the minute things, before the first shadows fall
but you have to mention the Creator as well
who fathered everything, created all.
His gardens fill the earth in sheer exuberance
while in summer and spring, in daylight hours
bees, butterflies and birds dance
around the fragrant flowers
in their winged flight,
from early twilight.
III
From early twilight
you are everywhere sent
until the dark night
for the whole world’s enjoyment
and flowering fair
you dance along
without a moment to spare
singing a cheerful song
as a seasonal creature being sweet,
dressed very serene
dancing with fairly like feet
as the essence of the productive machine
and nature everywhere tells,
spring is awaking in smells.
IV
Spring is awaking in smells
with birds singing
rising from the valleys and dells,
sounding in joy about the beauty she is bringing
even every bird, deer and bee,
as the blessings have come
as a time of tranquillity to some
until all of nature is happy and free
when love is finally finding its home
and spring is especially dear to me,
in the air above there’s a vibrant hue
as if it’s a living kind of blue
specked with flocks of birds in their flight;
spring is dressed in white.
V
Spring is dressed in white,
dressed for her wedding day,
when she blesses wherever her flowers stray
in celebration in every day and night
while she dances from early morning light
inviting all her guests, the birds and bees to play,
while she lingers everything is gay
in colours jubilant and bright
with butterflies filling the air,
humming yellow and black bees,
even joined by flying birds that in joy sing
roaming among the almond, peach and pear,
flying to and fro from the blue gum trees
in the unfolding of spring.
VI
In the unfolding of spring
it came to my mind
the words, the deeds and every thing,
of the troublesome kind
that man does to his fellow human beings
as if he is inclined
to act only to his own interest without any feelings,
as if so designed
but around me the new awakenings
are totally unrestrained
in days and evenings
with beauty that is gained
while everywhere flowers are rising,
I long for an eternal spring’s blessing.
VII
I long for an eternal spring’s blessing
as if the Godly plan
in a place where everything is living,
is still in effect for man,
where the songs of birds through the hubbub ring
as if the singing birds are right here
bringing pleasure to everything
making existing so sweet and sincere,
as if from the very beginning
the Lord God was near,
even before human beings were sinning
when these joyous songs fall on the ear:
.
with all of the love that God is granting,
just after winter you are back enchanting.
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God is the perfect poet.
quote by Robert Browning
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