Time sneaks up on you like a windshield on a bug.
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Time sneaks up on you like a windshield on a bug.
quote by Jon Lithgow
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Witchcraft: At The Light Of Day
At the light of day I know that we are separated
and for years I am bewitched,
now that you stay with another man,
maybe lifelong something remains
and when I am alone, it’s your image that sneaks into my dreams
and for years I am bewitched
and sometimes when the night sneaks up on me
I know that nobody can stay alone forever
and when I am alone it’s your image that sneaks into my dreams
but time runs on with years passing
and I decide to expel this witchcraft
I know that nobody can stay alone forever
and I exorcise your whole soul, face and body
from how it had been once
and I decide to expel this witchcraft,
to burn everything of yours to dust and ash.
At the light of day I know that we are separated
from how it had been once
now that you stay with another man.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A full red moon hangs in the night sky
A full red moon
hangs in the night sky
and birds fly past in silhouette
and the leopard
in my soul jumps out
to take the tract
and roars resounding in the dark night
and sneaks, sneaks past
till where you wait for me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Witchcraft
At sunrise I know that we have parted
and that you now have someone else
and it feels perverse
that you now love someone else more than me
and for years I am enchanted
maybe through my whole life something is left
of you beating in side of me
and still something of that love is lasting,
although I have lost you
and sometimes when darkness sneaks up on me,
when I am alone and your image sneaks into my dreams
I want to ask you to leave and to bewitch someone else
and no person can forever stay single
as time goes on, with passing years
and vainly I hope
to have you again
but have decided to expel this sorcery
your whole soul, your face and body,
to open my heart to someone else
and to write her name on my soul
but every time that I have someone, you rise from the ashes
as if this bewitchment gets new life
blowing the flames up again
and to me it stays sorcery.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The hunter
With a bow in his hand
the hunter sneaks
above the wind,
following the tracts
of the wild antelope.
His brown skin
melts into the field
and the bushes,
and like a wild cat
he sneaks
from cover to cover.
The sun is hot
where it hangs in the half-Kalahari sky
and he drinks a tiny bit of water
out of the ostrich egg flask,
before a brown hand
with caked sand
wipes sweat out of his dark brown eyes.
Again he takes the trail
and follows it at a jog
until the oryxes are closer
and again he sneaks nearer
and stalks still closer.
When he is in striking distance
an arrow is taken from the quiver
and the small bow’s string
made out of roped intestines draws
and for a moment,
it sounds like the buzz of a bee
while the arrow
rushes away from the bow.
The arrow hits the antelope
and when the startled oryx
rushes away
the hunter follows
faithful on the spoor,
till he finds it
where in time
it lies stretched out
on the red brown Africa sand.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sometimes opportunity knocks, but most of the time it sneaks up and then quietly steals away.
quote by Doug Larson
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Accountability over time
I have always believed
that people
who propagated
accountability over time
should go to places
like the nuthouse
Yet the time
of a person’s life
runs out
and every day
sneaks past
while the next
goes on continually
Yet it remains wise
to live every day
to the limit
and to make
the best of it
as if it is the very last.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Bug
Well its a strange old game - you learn it slow
One step forward and its back to go
Youre standing on the throttle
Youre standing on the brakes
In the groove til you make a mistake
Sometimes youre the windshield
Sometimes youre the bug
Sometimes it all comes together baby
Sometimes youre a fool in love
Sometimes youre the louisville slugger
Sometimes youre the ball
Sometimes it all comes together baby
Sometimes youre going lose it all
You gotta know happy - you gotta know glad
Because youre gonna know lonely
And youre gonna know bad
When youre rippin and a ridin and youre coming on strong
You start slippin and a slidin and it all goes wrong, because
Sometimes youre the windshield
Sometimes youre the bug
Sometimes it all comes together baby
Sometimes youre a fool in love
Sometimes youre the louisville slugger baby
Sometimes youre the ball
Sometimes it all comes together baby
Sometimes youre going lose it all
One day you got the glory
Then you got none
One day youre a diamond
And then youre a stone
Everything can change
In the blink of an eye
So let the good times roll
Before we say goodbye, because
Sometimes youre the windshield
Sometimes youre the bug
Sometimes it all comes together baby
Sometimes youre a fool in love
Sometimes youre the louisville slugger baby
Sometimes youre the ball
Sometimes it all comes together baby
Sometimes youre going lose it all
song performed by by Dire Straits
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Our manners are in a decline
drivers thought rude all the time
But the truth was revealed
for on my windshield:
a nice note that said 'Parking Fine'
quote by by Chuck Audette
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Catapathy for M lady Tara
My cat is curled up fast asleep
or so it seems apparently
But now and then she sneaks a peep.
She likes to keep an eye on me
She thinks it’s nearly time for tea
And she would hate to miss a meal.
That would be a catastrophe
Against which there is no appeal.
She knows I know she knows
It’s almost time that she was fed.
I’ll have to feed her suppose.
She projects thoughts into my head
You must not sit and watch T.V
you know quite well it’s time for tea.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Asleep At The Wheel
Do you ever stop to count all the invitations
At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention
All these sugars with no vitamin sensation
Do you ever stop to look over old relations
Or look to the belly of another ones emotions
Someone young in the winds of a revolution
Trying to save his face in the evolution
Asleep at the wheel
No windshield
But you know that the streets
Here dont change
Hes kept alive in the chain of mental starvation
Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration
Unlike you who seem bred from corruption
Feeding off the plates of an ununited nation
Asleep at the wheel
No windshield
But you know that the streets
Here dont change
With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection
To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion
Shell steal your money with the eyes of a babys complexion
Then shell laugh at you and your sexual invention
Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion
Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion
With a face full of mud even though you were only joking
As if you really understood the value of isolation
Asleep at the wheel
No windshield
But you know that the streets
Here dont change
Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin
Every smile you gives just to keep your mouth from clothin
Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
Locked in neutral your engines are broken
Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean
Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station
You can color in the lines of mother earths addictions
And not hold a gun in the face of the earths abduction
Asleep at the wheel
No windshield
But you know that the streets
Here dont change
song performed by by Wallflowers
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I hate looking backward, but every once in a while it sneaks up on you.
quote by Burt Lancaster
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In the business world, the rearview mirror is always clearer than the windshield.
quote by Warren Buffett
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Two Lovely Birds
there were two lovely birds
kissing in the air
hit by the windshield of my car
on that summer day
oh God! how can i be a lousy driver!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The coward sneaks to death; the brave live on.
quote by George Sewell
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Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open.
quote by John Barrymore
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Happiness sneaks through a door you didn't know that you left open.
quote by John Barrymore
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Civet
At night a civet
sneaks around in the chicken pen,
biting Bantam-fowls, big white Leghorns
and every chicken
that it finds dead.
At sunrise it is gone,
with dead chickens lying in a row
while those that it could not find
are cackling frightened
as if a snake is in their nests.
In the mornings mom is way past angry,
buys a spring trap
to catch the chicken thief red handed
and to me the teeth
that springs shut
looks strange and deadly.
The spring trap is set
but the wild cat is far too clever
for that thing and sneaks past
night after night,
until mom gets wolves poison
that she mixes with the guts
of one of the dead chickens.
The next morning
the grey civet
(just a little bigger than the housecat)
with its black stripes covering its body,
lies rigid and stretched out
and around it
the chickens are pecking in peace.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Yeah, I made it. It sneaks up on you. You're some schmuck and you wake up one day and you go, Good God, I'm the cheese.
quote by William H. Macy
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Flowering (Ae freslighe)
Flowering trees stand shaking
as in their branches birds play,
in the morn I am waking
to a sunny kind of day.
It is during times of spring
in nature, I want to stay
to see the flowers rising
before the sun sneaks away.
The blooming does love display;
in this time there is something
that takes all your cares away
when all blossoms are flowering.
poem by Gert Strydom
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