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Happy 27th Anniversary

To the couple made in heaven,
Who are also celebrating their year 27.

Their hearts have traveled long and far,
& their love still remains like that precious 'haar'.

Black and gold in colour,
They've kept everything else to savour.

Now they look back at the past,
& wonder how time's flown so fast.

Let them treasure each moment,
For in these they remain each other's for permanent.

The wishes are here,
From the ones so dear.

May they have a great anniversary,
& live each one in no great hurry.

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Note: 'Haar' refers to a black-&-gold necklace worn during (a Hindu) marriage.

poem by Suraj Samtani
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Kroegtijger

Ze heeft haar nagels aangescherpt
en vijlt vilein de randjes zeer venijnig,
het rosarode lippenglos is hard als glas
dat zij zojuist omklemden,
ze weet zeer wel wat staat te doen,
voor haar coureurs en ongeremden
heeft ze een air of toch misschien een zoen.

Haar nagels strelen door haar peroxide dalen,
ze weet dat al dat licht zeer zeker niet zal falen,
haar rijbewijs heeft ze nog niet
-ze zal hem snel behalen-
en bukt voorzichtig, blaast wat witte o-tjes,
let op haar naaldbelijmde witte pumps en
-wie zal ze straks weer moeten dumpen-
, ja, ja, ze wegen zwaar de laatste loodjes.

Met zwarte bezems slaat ze blank haar blauw op,
haar neuslijn trilt parmantig en wat hitsig,
het tipje van haar tong rolt snel
tussen twee gladde paden.
Er buzzed iets in haar tasje,
het is haar Blackberrie die
fulmineerd;
ze gaat en neemt haar jasje.
Ze voelen zich -zo halfvol een kroeg-
zo plots zomaar verraden.

poem by Madrason writer
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Chasing '' Your Rainbow '' ~~

A rainbow does not stay too long,
for everyone to see. So I hurry to
the end of it, to what awaits for me.
~
At the end of my rainbow, I believed
the story true. I'd find all the treasure
I could ever long for. Not gold, nor
jewels, but you!
~
I needed not, a pot of gold. It can't keep me
warm, when nights grow cold. I need
your love '' the only thing ''. 'Tis a treasure
that gold could never bring.
~
So hurry chase '' your rainbow ''! Don't wait
til it' too late on on your next rainy day. The
happiness that you may seek, could quickly
fade away.
~
Now each time I see a rainbow arched across
the velvet skies. I think of you and our love so
true, as these colours pass mine eye's.

***************************************** ***********
~TJW~

poem by Thad Wilk
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My Bestie and her hubbie

To my best friend and her husband of one year
In my heart I hold you both so very dear
When I'm in a quandary you are always around
And most of the time I find your advice pretty sound!

It's great to see you both so happy
It wont be long before you are changing nappies
And with a new house in the pipeline too
The future indeed looks extremely bright for you

So today, the anniversary of your first year of marriage
Wishing you many more plus good health and happiness
I hope all your wishes and dreams are fulfilled
And may more Baby Barnes' you will yield!

poem by Kelster 333
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Akker blaar

Een aand se trane van Liefde loop
Gevoelins van twee aan mekaar verkoop
Dit als verander in ´n derde probleem
In die ooste met die son embleem
Na die weste met die hang van berge
Die son brand en berge krap die hart tot op sy nerwe

Gooi jou akker blaar in die wind verwaai
Laat haar toe dat die wind haar oplaai
Waai saam die weste wind
Want weste wind waai na die ooste

Haar hart so deurmekaar soos akker blare
Jy weet daar pomp liefde in haar are
Ek gee aan haar al my sons ondergange
Met blare wat waai onder die son teen berge se hange
Sal sy takke en bande knip
En weer terug waai na my

poem by Frikkie de Beer
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If I Were Gold

If I were Gold
I wonder my worth

Before men alike

Probably I’d be so cherished by them so much.

If I were gold

I would definitely be so precious

Compared by Men for superiority

And worn so gallantly by all around.

If I were gold

I wonder the worth of carat

I’d be by now

A twenty-four carat, or one less pure

If I were gold

I’d definitely by found all around the world

Doing my best piece

And decorating the best amongst the best.

If I were gold

I’d probably be a must for the high and mighty

And also a source of quarrel amongst them

‘Cos non-would be more content with me around.

If I were gold

I wonder how priced I’d be

And probably kept in the strongest safe

And most probably in the choicest Swiss bank.

If I were gold

I’d probably be worn by Men of class

While still adorning some choicest parts of the body

And being priced by all I come in contact with

If I were gold

No matter how rigorous it takes to make me pure

And how costly it is to acquire me around

I’d definitely put a simile on faces all over the world.

If I were gold

No matter how tarnished and tainted I may be

I’d still find a place in the hearts of all so dear

And be a pride to many anyway

poem by Okeke Emmanuel
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God Made Your Lips

God made your lips for me to kiss. Your hands for me to hold.
God made your smile for me to miss and treasure more than gold.
God made your ears so I could tell how beautiful you are.
God made your eyes to cast a spell, no matter, near or far.
God made your arms to hold me tight each time before I leave.
God made your legs to stir delight like Adam saw in Eve.
God made your doubts to fade away, for years have come and gone.
God made your joys thank Him each day our love goes on and on.
God made your heart a lot like mine - hold fast to what God says.
God made you my sweet Valentine, you're always in my prayers.
God made your mind, your memories, your dreams and all you're worth.
God made you precious so you'd please the luckiest man on Earth!
God made your blessings one by one and when I look at you,
I wonder what great thing I've done that you should love me, too.

poem by Denis Martindale
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Dromen van identiteit

Over de emancipatie,
mannen die feminiseren,
vrouwen met vierkante kin.

Daar ligt de frustratie,
dat we er niets van leren,
dus lever haar snel maar weer in.

Haar haren zijn nog even schoon,
haar benen even lang,
haar stem de verleiding van kwaad.

Hij werkt steeds harder voor zijn loon
hobbelt heen achter haar gezang
dat hij diep van binnen haat.

In de antieke wereld had je nog
kerels En Amazonen.
In het Oostblok grote dichteressen
in Holland Dolle Mina met bovendien Rooie Sien
; nu heb je 'Krijg nou tieten! ' grieten.

We maken er een Breijtje van,
kinderen raken het kwijt
dromend van Identiteit.

Over de emancipatie,
mannen die feminiseren,
vrouwen met vierkante kin.

Daar ligt de frustratie,
dat we er niets van leren,
dus lever haar snel maar weer in.

poem by Madrason writer
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My Strength

The day my strength desists,
Is the day my time is at an end.
From loving of my shadow
I speak of a darkness to behold.
It is the same darkness that is loved
And sculptured by the lunacy of innocence.
It is the day I stop praying
And a time for forgiveness,
Like a religion and a forfeit,
Like some crime and children to smack.

The day unwinds as if colour is black and
Black was white out of love.
White is the sun, not gold or bronze,
But silver is the moon, not like the white of the sun.
You will stop moving around,
And you will succumb to the pleasures that arrive.
Too many seconds are made by the Lord,
And so many are tied by his string
To uplift our hearts as solid drums of gold,
Being with the best of them, being and being.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Agape (Sacrificial love)

'You go my love', You said to me,
'I'll not hold you back but set you free
for my love for you is so great you see
that I can let you go to be with Sammy.'

On your bed in hospital there that day
the darling of my heart in illness lay.
Willing to make loves great sacrifice
and let me go no matter what the price.

Such sacrificial love is undeserved by me
as now in Ghana I find myself to be.
Spending time with Sammy and Gifty
meeting all their loved ones and family.

I've done it now, a great time I've spent
enjoyed and savored every blessèd moment.
Sharing and celebrating with them so
but that time is over and home I go.

And now my heart rejoices as I anticipate
returning to you my wonderful soul mate.
My darling, lovely, and gorgeous wife
who temporarily let me out of your life.

Friday cannot come too soon for me
when I'll be back and with you I'll be.
I love you more than you'll ever know
and thank you so much for letting me go.

I missed you so much when I went away
and I kept thinking of you every day.
It's so good that I am now back with you
sharing in all things as we always do.

In Ghana it was not quite the same
as I reached out to others in Jesus name.
I missed you love and want you to know
that I am so glad that you let me go.

You showed the love of God to me then
that 'agape' love that comes from heaven.
Because you walk so close to God each day
you willingly let me go my separate way.

Such love is very precious and so rare
and it pleases Jesus so much that you care.
For in your great love for Him my dear
you could let me go and stay at home here.

poem by Royston
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Adieu [Adio]

Let us just strangers to remain;
Each other's smile thus to reject,
That love is ultimately vain
Like in a dream to recollect!

And our past love, so badly scarred,
Let's cover with a thick black shroud
And chilly rays of disregard
To feel that in our hearts will crowd!

The memories to us will flee,
But we'll perceive them as a dream
That back in time in a great glee
We bathed our souls and made them gleam.

And let's not cry when bitter grief
Cuts in our hearts a painful sore;
For we'll preserve a sweet relief,
The smile of that dear love of yore!

And if we ever go astray
In wilderness and shed hot tears,
Let us be guided by the ray
Of our forgotten lovely years.

poem by Cincinat Pavelescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Silver & Gold

Well, I met an old man walkin down the street
His clothes were torn and tattered
With sandals on his feet
And I stopped to help him
And lend him a hand
He said, I love you so much
But you must understand
1st chorus:
Silver and gold might buy you a home
But things of this world
They wont last you long
And time has a way of turning us old
And time cant be bought back with silver and gold
And he said to me, lets rest for awhile
For I have some good news to share with you, child
He said, you cant change this old world
The people need to know
That a dear savior died here
A long, long time ago
Repeat 1st chorus
His eyes shown like diamonds
And his smile was heaven sent
His hair was long and flowing
And his back was slightly bent
And I knew he knew it
For that day I changed
As I watched him walk on
I forgot to get his name
2nd chorus:
He said, silver and gold cant buy you a home
When this life has ended
And your time is gone
But you can live in a world where
Youll never grow old
And things cant be bought there with silver and gold
Tag:
And time cant be bought back with silver and gold

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Black ~ to me most kind & peaceful~

Many people said ' white
is positive, bright
all goodness'
they may be right.
But I can't stop to wonder
What if black
Is one great answer?
Why should I avoid it
turn my back to black
this wonderful joy?
True, it has no light
but near by any colour
brings out the best of life.
It also strong
no matter what
comes into its sight
will keep unchanged,
Right?
So what if I could
have this choice:
as peaceful 'colour'
Black
I shall love
to fill my void.

poem by Elena Sandu
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Our Love Story Without End

As the days, roll on into years, one thing remains unchanged
The love I found, when I first met you, has never disappeared
It grows stronger, and gets better, with each year
In our love story without end

One day in December, I came a long, I remember still
You, in your tower on the hill
Wrapped up in gold, like the color of the sun, you shone
Then hid, scared of what was to come
Our love story without end
I took you away, I was handsome, back then
Wrapped you in my arms, as the fog rolled over the shore
So began, our love story without end

And on this day, our anniversary
I recall, all the good times that we shared
And thank you for the joy, you have given me
Thank you for the joy, you have given me

How do you stop, the wind from blowing, our love is strong, it's never ending
True, I'm so in love with you
Grow old with me, take me higher, your smile is a gift, I'll always treasure
It's true, I'm so in love with you

And on this day, our anniversary
I recall, all the good times that we shared
And thank you for the joy, you have given me
Thank you for the joy, you have given me

poem by Colin Coplin
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Oor Kussen

Onder aan de treden
benut de dame
fluisterwegen
als haar degen.

Duivels'oorkussen
in stede van
luister te geven
aan haar persoon
of aan de Reden.

Vooroordelen
bestrijden velen
met hetzelfde.

Veroordeelt
tot elkander
brengt botte
bijltjesdag,
geen verander
-ing die Mag!

poem by Madrason writer
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Good bye year

I feel very bad at loss of something very dear
It may be even happy moments attached with the year
Each New Year has got it sown importance
We regret not catching with it when it has left at once

It is irony of the fact that nothing remains permanent here
Still it has got its importance and leave the impression somewhere
Nothing can be carried for long as it has to fade out in course
Every moment is to be enjoyed with the precious time of course

We develop close alliance with the passage of time
It may develop hot and cold relation sometimes
It may not be marred by short comings or bitterness
The feeling is something unique with its close up and fineness

We can assess about goodness or badness when it is not with us
It can be neighbors, friends, parents or relatives
We spend enough good time and stay together
It is one of the good moment altogether

These things take shape in particular time or year
Some of the bad things are refused to be believed by the ears
You might have been taken by surprise at sudden success
Fortune might have smiled all of sudden with unbelievable access

“It is said past must be buried and forgotten”
It reminds us of our glorious past often
Time can be unfavorable or failures might have marred
The person has ability to stand up again before he is debarred

I will bid good bye to a passed phase
I might have not spent the time with ease
Still it was race against time with no loss or win
It was all the time live and we were positively in

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not all blacks

Diamonds are black,
hairs are black,
eyes are also black,
but heart too black?

Bear no grudge,
colours matter less,
does mother throw her child?
if kid is black,

Colour may not remain and vanish,
body may still last but perish,
idea may remain and also cherish,
hatred may remain and us finish,

Body may change from time to time,
The color may fade with passage of time,
nature may not change even with time,
do our feelings change with time?

'Thy' may not appreciate,
human beings should not differentiate,
race, colour and abuse should not substantiate,
where will you seek refuge if atmosphere vitiate?

Let colour not dominate,
race should not subordinate,
let all come together and co-ordinate,
make use of all and not denigrate,

My God was black,
still was loved by many,
Poor are still not hated
even have no money,

I may say it loud,
May feel even proud,
Does that ring so sound?
Let love for all be found,

Let there prevail nationalism,
take credit with idealism,
rationale thinking and some rationalism,
”Ism” all over but term it patriotism,

Sentiments not hurt by calling black,
no wars be fought even stabbed from back,
always carry the ideas in your pack,
remain alert even if you draw a flake,

when out from mother’s womb or mines,
diamond or child will have no shine,
if go by sayings black will not to be liked
with shine in diamond, price will be hiked,

Neither the Black represent dark,
not the dark as word black,
Black may have kind heart,
white may have black,

So say not black is bad,
With black son don’t feel sad,
You will feel good with word dad,
without black or white you will go mad

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Love With No Regret

I look at the exit door and i see her,
With the mirage of her shadows from afar.
I look at the past and i see her smile,
A smile that lasted for a while.
She was once my heaven grace,
Now leaving with no trace.
She was my last solution,
But now irritate like pollution.
She once brought happiness,
Now that happiness is lost in this time of darkness.
I thought she was sent from heaven,
Made with all the beauties of heaven.
But i was so wrong of her,
Cos she was never αs amazing like the stars.
I once thought we would have a great future,
Each time i stare at her picture.
I once thought that she could be a great wife,
And that together we would have a wonderful life.
I once gave her my heart,
When we began from the start.
I wonder how it all went wrong,
That made us not to last long.
Then i realised that we were never meant for each other,
For there is no future with us together.
Now she is gone for good,
Far away from my neighbourhood.
I will cherish the moment we had,
Those moment that weren't bad.
I will never forget how happy we were,
That made us forget about our fears.
Those times that gave us joy and fulfillment,
That also brought us contemptment.
I can look back now with no regret,
That i met someone like you on earth.
For you thought me a lesson,
That will open doors to more blessing.
In spite of all that happened you will still remain in my heart,
For when you left you never tore it apart.
My door of friendship will always remain open,
Anytime you want our love story book to be reopen.

poem by Stanley Oguh
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For every moment of every year

I praise God for each and every year
that I have been married to you my dear.
Each day has been a great delight to spend
with you my lovely soul mate and good friend

You are more precious than silver or gold
a joy and pleasure to love and to hold.
Our lives are inseparably entwined
with much in common and our love combined

My lovely wife so wonderful and fair
each moment is a privilege to share.
You're the one that God has given to me
to enrich my life with love and harmony

poem by Royston
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