When age
(for Annelize)
When age
leaves its marks on my life,
implacable come with the foiling of my body
there is still loveliness in your face,
I still want to love you in my later years,
like on this bright summer afternoon,
knowing you much deeper than every word and sentence,
crying and laughing along with you
and with my arising and going to sleep
have you as my companion,
still be moments in rapture
when your small hand lies softly in mine
and in the searching of my life, desire you like a child,
sharing my times of greatness and my weakness with you.
poem by Gert Strydom
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One Day
The deeper and deeper I fall, deeper and deeper I seek,
Deeper and deeper I try and deeper and deeper I need
Forgive me
4x
And all I see is your face
2x
The deeper and deeper I fall, deeper and deeper I seek
Deeper and deeper I try, the deeper and deeper I need
The deeper and deeper I fail, deeper and deeper I read
Deeper and deeper I cry, the deeper and deeper I feed
Caught up in this game of life, me against you
Not doing what I should, just the things that I want to
So wrapped up, terrified of what I become
Outside Im laughing, inside Im numb
I cant see the light because it blinds me
Try to forget but my past always remidns me
Exposed, looked on by eyes of grace
Im so ashamed, dont look at my face
All I see is your face
4x
Get up by your strength, I rise up to thee
But Ill stay on my face if you will of me
Shape and mold me til your though
Humble myself, life laid down before you
I need your wisdom, so the truth I keep on living
And your love will always be a part of me
Cant do a thing, if I aint living for the kind
So dont ever leave or take your eyes off me
Its not who you are its who youre living for
Trials and tribulations will come
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Through the window the new moon peeps
(For Daleen)
I
Through the window the new moon peeps,
many stars glitter blue-white
where they sit glowing in the darkness,
like diamonds at which I look,
when the ginger cat stands in the windowsill,
next to me the moon falls on your face
and it looks as if you are dreaming,
as the lights of a car passes
and I am blessed to have you here,
with your intimate heat next to me,
but it's only a dream in which I dare this
as if a thousand nights will be such
and I am free of my worries,
it's as if everything fades in your presence.
II
It's as if everything fades in your presence
as if the past, times and things do not touch me,
when we are together and small things make you happy
as if nobody else does anymore matter
and with the magic that spring brings
there are new green sprouts rising,
in the garden it's as if the grass suddenly jumps,
I see irises already blooming purple in pots,
I see all the beauty that this spring brings
and all of the flowers that I can get
are far too insignificant
as you are very dear to me
but I do continually long for you,
even when the sun hangs magically in the sky.
III
Even when the sun hangs magically in the sky,
my life feels empty without you,
even if the sky is cobalt blue,
even if the rays of the sun catch me caressingly,
I am still like a child scared of darkness,
while I long to hold your hand, to embrace you,
while I want to know you better and want to trust you
in all the days of spring
and I wonder about your thoughts,
where you are now sitting in an office,
or does life also pass you,
while you drink a cup of tea
in a place with many white papers;
do you have any time to think of me?
IV
Do you have any time to think of me,
I wonder, while I am working in the garden
and I do not immediately notice you
while I am mowing the lawn
and I see a dove gliding over the earth
with no clouds in the deep blue sky,
where it stretches out with brightness above me
and irises and roses are flowering where you sit down.
I kiss you and do it another time
where we are alone in the back garden,
I am caught and you sweep me along
right here in the bright daylight,
and the bright sun falls over us
when I give my self to you.
V
When I give my self to you
and share my deepest secrets,
when you walk deep into my heart
and know me thoroughly
then I tell you about my life
and you learn that love comes from God,
and love has a new much deeper meaning
and I am astounded by your beauty time after time.
You are the summer child, the morning sun,
you are mine before the people and God
of light my only real source
and more precious than any human law
but then I suddenly wake up and want to cling to you;
in this late summer I miss you.
VI
In this late summer I miss you,
the separation of moments comes
in every small thing that I notice
and it reflects your image and your name.
I can hear birds whistling in the trees,
even feel the soft wind caressing my skin,
but you are the source of my heat,
the loveliest song that plays right through my heart
and I wonder if a person looses some humanity
when you trust somebody totally,
when you make deeper bonds,
when you cling to someone else in rapture?
Outside lights beacon lonely;
your voice over the phone makes my heart frolic.
VII
Your voice over the phone makes my heart frolic
when it sounds like that of a young girl,
when your image shines like that of an angel
and I am searching for flowers not just a poppy
but something precious that I want to pick for you,
when you bring me joy
and I want to embrace you for moments
while I wonder how that sensation will last
as the miles is some distance
but the yellow sun shines bright through your words
and suddenly my life feels right
as if radiated from a heavenly source,
our conversation stretches long, goes on and on;
through the window the new moon peeps.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life — and travel — leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks — on your body or on your heart — are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.
quote by Anthony Bourdain
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Weakness
Everytime I think our love is drifting apart
Something always throws it back together
And everytime I think Ive found someone new for my heart
After one kiss my heart tells me never
Oh everyone has got a weakness in life
Girl, you just happen to be mine
Oh everyone has got a certain weakness in life
Your love just happens to be mine
Everytime I think your love has no more to give
You do something more to take me higher
And everytime I think that for someone else I could live
Id be living love out as a liar
Oh everyone has got a weakness in life
Girl, you just happen to be mine
Oh everyone has got a certain weakness in life
Your love just happens to be mine
We keep thinking that our love wont last beyond tomorrow
But our hearts say were gonna stay in love this way
Oh everyone has got a weakness in life
Girl, you just happen to be mine
Oh everyone has got a certain weakness in life
Your love just happens to be mine
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Summer Romance
summer romance
the ever lasting moments
seeing you happy
fills my heart with joy
with the sun shining down on us
like nothing's there but the summer romance
all the wind and the waves
when we picked out our faves
the flower smell
sweet and small
i found what ive been searching for at last
its called summer romance
the sun shines so bright
when you told me this was right
with you in my arms
when we took a picture of the farms
in a flower we saw a bee
and told me that i will see
that tomorrow is a bright day
in so many kind of ways
so this is summer romance
ever lasting moments
being with you
its just that ill always love you
poem by Angeline Snowboy
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When Tree Branches Rub Against The Roof
When tree branches rub against the roof
the small bulbul runs past
during the afternoon hour
to the pool where it dives and rolls,
stretches out wings and shoot them out straight,
walking boldly up and down
stretches out wings,
stretches out wings
as he walks to and thro.
When tree branches rub against the roof
a light breeze blows,
while the sun burns hot as fire
and the neighbouring child calls
when the afternoon comes with its peace,
with thoughts from the past
when the afternoon comes,
when the afternoon comes
and sometimes I forget the present.
When tree branches rub against the roof
birds peck around everywhere
while moments are lingering
as leaves blow to the ground,
and I think of God as if He is here,
while the shades bring a kind of tranquillity
and I think of God
and I think of God
and find some deeper meaning to life.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Anthem
When the night wind softly blows through my open window
Then I start to remember the girl that brought me joy
Now the night wind softly blows sadness to tomorrow
Bringing tears to eyes so tired
Eyes I thought could cry no more
If the day would only come
Then you might just appear
Even though youd soon be gone
When I reached out my hand
If I could see you
If only I could see you
To see if you are laughing or crying
When the night winds softly blow
In my dark and whispering room
Memories still bring me a numbness to my feelings
Take my hand and brush my brow
In the warm and fevered dark
Heart is madly beating
My crazy thoughts are burning
When the night winds softly blow
If the day would only come
Then you might just appear
Even though youd soon be gone
When I reached out my hand
If I could see you
If only I could see you
To see if you are laughing or crying
When the night winds softly blow
If the day would only come
Then you might just appear
Even though youd soon be gone
When I reached out my hand
If I could see you
If only I could see you
To see if you are laughing or crying
When the night winds softly blow
song performed by by Deep Purple
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The Same Mother
They each shared
the same mother
shared the same loss of her
when the time came
gave the same
last wave
when she was
driven off
to crematorium
and then grave
but each had
their own mother
whom they shared
with no other
one with whom
they shared
a particular time
or place
sitting quietly
face to face
sharing a secret
or confessing
a deed done
or just
the mother to child meeting
with just the two
at some given time
at some particular place
some given year
to share a problem
or tears or anxieties
or deeper fears
and knowing
she would listen
as only mother's can
or do
sharing the time and love
with each particular
person called you
whether daughter or son
she shared
her equal love and time
and yet each knew her
each thought
they knew her best
and carried away
their own best times
in her company
without the rest
their own moments shared
but deep down
they knew
she had her love for each
and each was equal
to the rest
for she never had
a favourite
nor considered
any one the best
so they all shared
the same mother
in the end
all grieved her going
each in their own way
hoping or believing
they would share her
once again
some better place
some future day.
poem by Terry Collett
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Mummy Wheat
LAID close to Death, these many thousand years,
In this small seed Life hid herself and smiled;
So well she hid, Death was at least beguiled,
Set free the grain--and lo! the sevenfold ears!
Warmed by the sun, wooed by the wind's soft word,
Under blue canopy they hold their state:
For this, ah, was it not worth while to wait
Through all the centuries of hope deferred?
What could they know who laid the seed with Death
Of this Divine fruition fixed and planned?
Love--since Life parts us--lend my hand your hand
And look with me into the eyes of faith.
For here between your hand and mine there lies
A little seed we trust to Death to keep
Through unimagined centuries of sleep
Until the day when Life shall bid it rise.
Our harvest waits us. Who knows where or how,
What worlds away, wrapped in what coil of pain?
But Life shall bid us pluck gold sevenfold grain
Grown from the love she bids us bury now.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Still I Find You Deeper In My Heart
There are times that I wonder how much you do love me
when people want to drive us apart
and still I find you deeper in my heart,
even when people fabricate lies,
when they hit, spit and lay accusations.
There are times that I wonder how much you do love me
even when there is resistance in every sentence of yours,
even when people bring you to anger by saying things
and still I find you deeper in my heart
and I know that nothing can conquer true love,
while I keep to the oath that I have made.
There are times that I wonder how much you do love me
and even if my words and deeds as if without affect
when people hide behind hearsay
and still I find you deeper in my heart,
as if our love continually starts over again,
when people want to squash everything beautiful between us.
There are times that I wonder how much you do love me
and still I find you deeper in my heart.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Learning Curve
Running, running
myself ragged.
Sinking deeper
and steeper
into the dark.
No light shines
upon my face,
now sunken
and skeleton
while I yearn
for God’s grace.
Leaving behind
all that I’ve known
for a chance to
live a new life
apart from my own.
Gone to the ends
of this lonesome earth
flying and trying,
but always crying
out for the life
that I once knew.
Blinding and binding,
I attach myself to
those who can’t love
nor love me true.
Here in shadow
comes the night,
terrible and bitter,
not wholesome and bright.
Searching and hoping
for some way out,
I couldn’t say what
I wanted to get out.
Take if from me,
someone who’s tried
to live my life
but found I’d died,
to live life fully
means to live
a full life.
poem by Katia Bezak
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Before the Final Darkness
Before the final darkness
I want to forgive you for every wrong thing,
making you the centre-point of my life,
I want to know that what we have is really love
and to you this is not a secret confession,
that you enrapture me, making my whole body shake,
sometimes letting me feel as if I am gliding on my feet,
that daily I miss you desperately
and already time is drawing its line through our lives,
our bodies are already overwhelmed by age,
although it feels as single moments are still lingering,
you are the core between all the details,
the one that astounds me matchlessly,
who can determine the direction of my life in only moments.
(For Annelize)
poem by Gert Strydom
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No warning
My love withstands the pain of time
You hold with you a love that’s mine
To show you my world I have no fear
But to live a life without you, cant replace the feel when your near
Life has little warning for what lies beyond
The heart of a child or the sound of a gun
The feel of your skin, or your touch on my face
The warmth of your body, under my hand where I place
The feel of you lips as they start to touch mine
Or your hands as they move down my spine
The love in my heart wants me to share
The feeling I get when you are there.
poem by nicole Davis
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Eheu Fugaces
Do I remind you Annelize, of our lost love,
of every card, every letter
bushes of roses that I gave almost without end
about the bonds that we made to a marriage;
our memories will last to the end of time
there are things that we cannot forget.
Minette, sometimes moments are matchless
your time was fragile like a rose
and now there's only a dream in which you are,
you are part of the eternal darkness;
our memories will last to the end of time
there are things that we cannot forget.
Riana, do you remember the summer moon
when we went on honeymoon to the hills
how joyous you loved me,
the bracelet with wild animals,
our memories will last to the end of time
there are things that we cannot forget.
Mandi, do you recall our conversations on the porch,
the twilight when the doves call each other,
the poems that we both did write and share;
we did love each other or did I only image it?
Our memories will last to the end of time
there are things that we cannot forget.
l'Envoi
Daleen, you are the only one
who selflessly does love me from the start,
it's as if our love lingers from the act of creation,
as if God Himself has determined our bond
and no other woman I can love more heartfelt
as you are the one that brings greatness to me
you do restore my humanity, to be whole again,
when continually you set my life to new meaning
and its you that I love eternally
who I know and understand like myself
and always you are in my shadow,
as the one that sometimes catches me like a net,
in times of big happiness and utter grieve
the one with whom I want to share all of my years.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I am searching for love never ending
Although sometimes love is caught
only in moments long
and comes and goes far quicker
than it should be
and I remember every flame,
every girl that cherished me
I am searching for love never ending,
someone to hold dear
when the final years draw near
and even beyond this thing
that we call life
to be a companion, a lover and a wife.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Father
The evening found us whom the day had fled,
Once more in bitter anger, you and I,
Over some small, some foolish, trivial thing
Our anger would not decently let die,
But dragged between us, shamed and shivering
Until each other's taunts we scarcely heard,
Until we lost the sense of all we said,
And knew not who first spoke the fatal word.
It seemed that even every kiss we wrung
We killed at birth with shuddering and hate,
As if we feared a thing too passionate.
However close we clung
One hour the next hour found us separate,
Estranged, and Love most bitter on our tongue.
To-night we quarrelled over one small head,
Our fruit of last year's maying, the white bud
Blown from our stormy kisses and the dead
First rapture of our wild, estranging blood.
You clutched him: there was panther in your eyes,
We breathed like beasts in thickets, on the wall
Our shadows in huge challenge seemed to rise,
The room grew dark with anger. Yet through all
The shame and hurt and pity of it you were
Still strangely and imperishably dear,
As one who loves the wild day none the less
That breaks in bitter hands the buds of Spring,
Whose cold hand stops the breath of loveliness,
And drives the wailing ghost of beauty past,
Making the rose, — even the rose, a thing
For pain to be remembered by at last.
I said: 'My son shall wear his father's sword.'
You said: 'Shall hands once blossoms at my breast
Be stained with blood?' I answered with a word
More bitter, and your own, the bitterest
Stung me to sullen anger, and I said:
'My son shall be no coward of his line
Because his mother choose'; you turned your head
And your eyes grew implacable in mine.
And like a trodden snake you turned to meet
The foe with sudden hissing… then you smiled,
And broke our life in pieces at my feet,
'Your child?' you said: 'Your child?'
poem by Muriel Stuart
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Inside of me, all I know
Inside of me, all I know
Is life a moral life obscure
Full of grief, pervading woe
Difficulties to fuel mine soul demure
My life veiled by mine own eye
Ornamented by mine sensitive flesh
Life I know I may someday die
With death doth life enmesh?
Searching deeper in life's abyss
Falling into its dark, most deepest wisdom
I close my lips and like a lover kiss
God and his secret kingdom.
Unknown, to know, to dream in sleep
I awake from a moment, my dream I keep.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Feels Like
Shinning like the brightest light,
Love extending from my heart.
Many years I did fight.
For the righteous to be imparted,
Of a pureness I believe on.
A strength deep within,
Sharing life and sharing feelings.
Like the fight of an eagle in the wind.
So much joy in a sweet little smile,
Now consumed, softly in a breath taking moment.
As I dream of days that has past by.
Through the roughness of the storm,
The light ascends to heaven above.
Where wisdom guides your weakness.
Strength prevails your Love.
poem by Carlene Maddux
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Precious Moments My child's first steps
As he falters along
Are forever recorded
In my precious song
My child's laughter
Is music to my ear
And never forgotten
No matter what the year
My child's tiny hand
Slipped into mine
So small and soft
As we both entwine
My child's sparkling eyes
So blue and bright
Reveal when he's happy
And things are just right
My child's warm hug,
And his gentle kiss too
Add to the precious moment,
When he says, "I love you!"
poem by Evelyn Hilpp Heslin
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On the Road to the Sea
We passed each other, turned and stopped for half an hour, then went our way,
I who make other women smile did not make you--
But no man can move mountains in a day.
So this hard thing is yet to do.
But first I want your life:--before I die I want to see
The world that lies behind the strangeness of your eyes,
There is nothing gay or green there for my gathering, it may be,
Yet on brown fields there lies
A haunting purple bloom: is there not something in grey skies
And in grey sea?
I want what world there is behind your eyes,
I want your life and you will not give it me.
Now, if I look, I see you walking down the years,
Young, and through August fields--a face, a thought, a swinging dream
perched on a stile--;
I would have liked (so vile we are!) to have taught you tears
But most to have made you smile.
To-day is not enough or yesterday: God sees it all--
Your length on sunny lawns, the wakeful rainy nights--; tell me--;
(how vain to ask), but it is not a question--just a call--;
Show me then, only your notched inches climbing up the garden wall,
I like you best when you are small.
Is this a stupid thing to say
Not having spent with you one day?
No matter; I shall never touch your hair
Or hear the little tick behind your breast,
Still it is there,
And as a flying bird
Brushes the branches where it may not rest
I have brushed your hand and heard
The child in you: I like that best
So small, so dark, so sweet; and were you also then too grave and wise?
Always I think. Then put your far off little hand in mine;--
Oh! let it rest;
I will not stare into the early world beyond the opening eyes,
Or vex or scare what I love best.
But I want your life before mine bleeds away--
Here--not in heavenly hereafters--soon,--
I want your smile this very afternoon,
(The last of all my vices, pleasant people used to say,
I wanted and I sometimes got--the Moon!)
You know, at dusk, the last bird's cry,
And round the house the flap of the bat's low flight,
Trees that go black against the sky
And then--how soon the night!
No shadow of you on any bright road again,
And at the darkening end of this--what voice? whose kiss? As if you'd say!
It is not I who have walked with you, it will not be I who take away
Peace, peace, my little handful of the gleaner's grain
From your reaped fields at the shut of day.
Peace! Would you not rather die
Reeling,--with all the cannons at your ear?
So, at least, would I,
And I may not be here
To-night, to-morrow morning or next year.
Still I will let you keep your life a little while,
See dear?
I have made you smile.
poem by Charlotte Mary Mew
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