When The Cape Winter Rain Comes
When the Cape winter rain comes and falls softly
mushrooms rise up everywhere,
everywhere in the plantations and the dale
with the mud flowing around like brown soup
while fog that draws close over the hilltop,
and suddenly a rainbow appears over the pine tops,
while guinea fowl wander around in a large group
but nowhere any thunder bolt resounds
and this world sparkles like a small universe.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Thunder Showers In Winter
Sometimes I wonder about the kind of chance
that in the winter here tonight
just before the daybreak
thunder bolt upon thunder bolt might dance
in their blind white glare
when rain suddenly begins to pour down
from a cloudless sky
while blue-white bolts of thunder do report.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Spring (So suddenly she appears)
So suddenly she appears
when the end of winter comes,
with the last icy days disappearing
skipping between seasons
with the glory that no other has,
that she comes against winter as resistance,
makes verdure sprout out,
when she unlocks the power of growth,
letting her smile dropp everywhere
while insects and birds are joining her,
she becomes the princess of the universe.
When you think that last of life is pining away,
that nature only fabricates survival
the sun starts to shine hotter,
the first drops falls and go to the depths of the earth
and then you can notice her secretly working,
how she is spreading her wings in merriment,
when everything starts to perish, are going backward
when she forces winter to end
with thunder reporting suddenly quite ominously,
when green plants appear suddenly from the earth,
she becomes the princess of the universe.
Even when in your own life your experience
pain and suffering, in every word and sentence,
with your whole life in painful rebellion,
when it feels as if darkness is systematically subduing you,
when people are in revolt against every principle and law,
when others take over the works of your hands,
when you have to close your last days,
as if nothing can stop the decline,
spring brings endless joy,
her magic inspires you to the end,
she becomes the princess of the universe.
So suddenly she draws her line,
as if she is spreading a net, a web over the whole earth
and glorious is her countenance
when she loves nature, loves the earth
where she dances pure, bewitching and uncontaminated
as if nothing can stop her coming
over the whole earth, when birds whistle in joy
and rejoicing and new life comes from it,
then comes a gigantic revolution against the decay,
as if she has the power over life and death,
she becomes the princess of the universe.
There is something in your consciousness,
when she comes secretly as consort,
in you’re being a type of presence,
a awareness, although you do not sometimes feel it,
that lingers like a secret image, or poster,
even in a world infected with pain and suffering
and even if you do not bother a farthing,
healing comes from it,
she sneaks in gently, suddenly coming to mind
that something inundating is appearing, like the magic notes of a lute,
she becomes the princess of the universe.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Pioneer Dwelling
Against the wall a lantern is burning
and the wick is turned high
making it flame brightly
and the thatched roof farmhouse
is cosy on this cold winter night,
the big old family bible is folded close,
there’s a fire of hardwood in the fireplace
burning red hot
and the dim half-light
draws shadows over the rows of portraits
hanging in the passage
and some of the drops
of the rain shower that suddenly falls
(unusual for this time of year)
hiss on the coals
while a lightning bolt falls blue-white on the outside
and there’s tranquillity
that you only find on a farm
while the frog choir sings outside
and the night is getting darker and darker.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The thunder storm came suddenly
The thunder storm came suddenly; the air was drawing close,
with grey and black clouds covering the heaven
and suddenly there was no more blue
with the whole day being only grey
while leaves were falling in yellow and brown everywhere,
with the wind cutting icily, trying to grab onto jackets,
untimely the rain came without respect
for the rules of nature,
the thunder storm came suddenly.
Suddenly the weather was in each conversation
of the doctor, lawyer and architect,
as if it contained something incomprehensible and evil
nobody trusted the sudden bad weather;
early in the afternoon people left for home,
the thunder storm came suddenly.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sometimes Thunder Draws
Sometimes thunder draws blue white lines at night,
rain falls pouring
and later when the clouds open
God displays His stars.
They shine secretly,
bringing light to a dark universe,
sparkle as if they are beacons
from which the light falls,
as if they are indicating
the way back to home.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Dance of the Rain
Oh, the dance of our Sister!
First, over the hilltop she peeps stealthily
and her eyes are shy
and she laughs softly
From afar she begs with her one hand
her wrist-bands shimmering and her bead-work sparkling
softly she calls
She tells the wind about the dance
and she invites it, because the yard is spacious and the wedding large
The big game rush about the plains
they gather on the hilltop
their nostrils flared-up
and they swallow the wind
and they crouch to see her tracks in the sand
The small game, deep down under the floor, hear the rhythm of her feet
and they creep, come closer and sing softly
“Our Sister! Our Sister! You’ve come! You’ve come!”
and her bead-work shake,
and her copper wrist-bands shine in the disappearance of the sun
On her forehead, rests the eagle’s plume
She decends down from the hilltop
She spreads her ashened cloak with both arms
the breath of the wind disappears
Oh, the dance of our Sister!
poem by Eugene Marais
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Rain
'RAIN'
Rain what a nice name!
From the sky falling dauntlessly like drops of water
Sometimes the rain falls with thunder and sometimes not.
Oh how I feel to see the rain!
From my window I see the rain
And people with umbrellas and so on
Hundreds of people come out and see the rain.
Oh we enjoy rain
But now the thunder blows and falls with ice!
We get scared!
Rain in the seas and oceans,
The sailors are busy
And away moves the ships with gusty wind and thunder.
The rain gives us shower
And we get pleasure!
The rain fulfills our wishes and arises with rays of new hopes! ! !
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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Loudness of Your Love
that rose you sent to me
they have withered, dried
head bowed over the jug
also from you
this love that runs
dry and wet
now and then
like a tropical stream
i have kept flowing
in my bossom
despite the odds
even at its ebb
drip by drip
it flows in my heart
i still fancy
how you gently,
softly rain your love
on me in so many ways
every now and then
like how it falls
and the rainbow that
never fails to appear
in the clouds
against the light
in love, there is always hope
despite the silence
sometimes, i cant help
lost in your world
our world
the loudness of
our quiet love
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Suddenly It's Magic
As butterflies open their wings
To fly and scattered their beauty at the skies
And flowers then, start dancing
As they heard the morning lullabies
Like a love song that plays in our heart
Suddenly its magic that filled in the air
And when the clouds have passed by under the sun
Were the rainbow appears over the horizon
Suddenly its magic that shimmers at the sky
Suddenly, its magic that brings sunshine in my days
As an emotion deeply grows every now and then,
That love never old, but it always grows
My heart is filled with so much love I feel for you,
And it gets stronger as tomorrow comes
With you, I always want to be
I see the world when I am with you,
There was music all around that I am singing.
Suddenly its magic that sounds everywhere.
There are sounds and symphony
I can feel in the air.
It’s magic that softly singing in my heart.
I can feel the rhythm that makes my spirits rise
Suddenly I felt good inside
And yes its magic running deep into my soul.
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Aspenglow
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the take me to tomorrow album, and has also been released on the the rocky mountain collection and the country roads collection albums
Ther version appears on the rocky mountain christmas album.
See the sunlight through the pine
Taste the warm of winter wine
Dream of softly falling snow
Winter snow aspenglow
As the winter days unfold
Hearts grow warmer with the cold
Peace of mind is all you know
Winter snow aspenglow
Aspen is a life to live
See how much there is to give
See how strongly you believe
See how much you may receive
Smiling faces all around
Laughter is the only sound
Memories that cant grow old
Winter snow aspenglow
Aspen is a life to live
See how much there is to give
See how strongly you believe
See how much you may receive
See the sunlight through the pine
Taste the warm of winter wine
Dream of softly falling snow
Winter snow aspenglow
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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The hunting party
One weekend a hunting party
comes together on Serfaas Lourens’s farm
and they consist out of family, friends
and town folk:
two teachers, the school principal,
a lawyer, a visiting advocate and magistrate.
The group is dressed in hunting clothes
and with four by four pickups they drive
through the open veldt
past the stream with the blue gum trees.
Guinea fowl and pheasants fly up into the air,
the vehicles brake in a cloud of dust
while hunter after hunter jumps down
with shotgun upon shotgun blasting into the air.
The son of Serfaas Lourens
is shooting with a ELG-12 bore
with red LG cartridges, as if
he wants to teach the older men something
but they find only pieces
of his guinea fowl
and with the trip back
Serfaas Lourens reprimands him
all the way to the homestead
to use the right ammunition.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Time Decides
an acorn contains the universe,
a moth contains the night.
the flicker and flame
of small twigs burning
returns light to the stars.
the rumble of distant thunder
in every leaf that falls.
a prayer held in every
dropp of rain... a baby
born in the face of
every mountain's movement...
the depth of love raging
beneath the snows of winter....
death, or spring..... time decides....
each has it's own cup!
each has it's own flame!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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There And Back Again For Jt Ellison
The river flows unhurriedly
on its long journey to the sea
Sometimes flows fast and sometimes slow.
It does not matter really though
.
All rivers will eventually
become part of the great salt sea.
From whence they came as clouds and rain
to which they must return again
The sea and Sun co operate.
Evaporate, precipitate
Recycling water constantly.
All rivers flow into the sea.
Where they evaporate and rise
as water vapour to the skies.
The chill will change its state again
from water vapour into rain.
Which falls upon the earth below
to nourish all the plants that grow
Without the rain then there would be
no rivers flowing to the sea.
The world be a desert place
of growing plants no single trace.
A world of grey and brown and dun
Defeated by the burning sun.
Although the rain can be a curse
no rain at all would be much worse.
Accepting philosophically
the rain must fall and frequently.
Though sometimes inconveniently
Without the rain where would be
Extinct I think without a doubt
I much prefer the rain to drought.
Though it may rain on your parade
and spoil the plans which you have made.
You should be thankful for the rain,
you have small reason to complain.
Nature recycles constantly.
water the prime necessity.
If she did not then we would die
Beneath a blue and cloudless sky.
6-Dec-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I miss you
Here I am all alone again
Starring the sun until it’s down
I think of you all day long
Long before the ocean meets the stream
Long before the rain starts to fall
I miss you
Like a flower that blooms in spring
I miss you
Like the air that I’m breathing
I lay awake at night.
That every time I close my eyes
All I can see is you,
I only get you inside my mind
You’re everything that I ever knew
I miss you.
Like a winter that comes for a while,
I miss you.
Like a summer, sky that falls in May.
Here I am talking on a wind
Hoping I could understand them
To say these words I wanted to
Wondering if you’re thinking of me too
And it was so impossible to do
I miss you
Like a rainfall that comes in season
I miss you
Like a river that flow back to the sea
Of all the things I ever see
In this world of odds and ends
That love appears over the horizon
I love chasing the rainbow in the sky
And it feels I m to close to you
I miss you
Like a love song that I used to play
I miss you
Like a candle lightened my soul
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Autumn Falls
Autumn falls,
Before Indian Summer begins.
And in New England...
Temperatures cool,
To warm again.
Autumn falls!
And so do Chestnuts and Pine cones,
As well as leaves blown swiftly...
From an assortment of Oak and Maple trees.
And those that remain to cling...
Bring astonishing colors,
Of Orange, Red and mixtures of hues...
Yellow and Brown to them bring.
Autumn falls...
Dramatically!
To leave barren the trees,
Except for the Pine...
Mysteriously,
Just before the first snow of Winter...
Covers with a bright white majesticness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bells in the Rain
Sleep falls, with limpid drops of rain,
Upon the steep cliffs of the town.
Sleep falls; men are at peace again
While the small drops fall softly down.
The bright drops ring like bells of glass
Thinned by the wind, and lightly blown;
Sleep cannot fall on peaceful grass
So softly as it falls on stone.
Peace falls unheeded on the dead
Asleep; they have had deep peace to drink;
Upon a live man's bloody head
It falls most tenderly, I think.
poem by Elinor Morton Wylie
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Usain Bolt, like a thunder bolt
Dashed and darted to his final halt
With all the might combined
Pushing his opponents behind
Making the world wonder if Bolt, a man or a colt
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No winter can chill
Grey clouds gather in the sky
with the promise
of some more rain,
but my sunshine is gone
and your smile
falls somewhere else.
How I wish to share
this early winter with you,
to gather your auburn hair
in my hands,
to shelter against the cold
and hold you close
and get a tender kiss,
but the falling red-brown leaves
has an own reality
of the distance between you and me
and still no winter
can chill what lies
between us.
poem by Gert Strydom
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In A Dark Night Of A Cape Winter
In a dark night of a Cape winter
fog rises from the plantation of pine trees
of which the scent is suddenly sharp everywhere
while the slight wind does not even stir the leaves,
or the sieving rain that is falling days without end.
Days later the southeast wind howls like an angry beast,
whipping trees to and thro, pulling even big oaks
right from their roots, throwing squalls of rain
splattering like continuous buckshot against the roofs,
against window panes and the coldness creeps in
and like a child you wonder when the angry beast
will again go to rest; go back to its hidden lair.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Barefoot Children In The Rain
Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
The sound of the weather is heavens ragtime band
We all fell down from the milky way
Hangin round here till judgment day
Heaven only knows whos in command
Barefoot children in the rain
Got no need to explain
Wed be swingin on a ball and chain
Its always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain
Show me yours and Ill show you mine
Take me back to days full of monkeyshines
Bouncin on a bubble full of trouble in the summer sun
Keep your raft from the riverboat
Fiction over fact always has my vote
And wrinkles only go where the smiles have been
Barefoot children in the rain
Got no need to explain
Wed be swingin on a ball and chain
Its always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la
Barefoot children in the rain
Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
The sound of the weather is heavens ragtime band
The sky turns blue and the sun appears
But the questions still what are we doin here
I dont think the answers close at hand
Barefoot children in the rain
Got no need to explain
Wed be swingin on a ball and chain
Its always understood by those who play the game
Barefoot children in the rain
In the rain...
In the rain...
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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