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Secret Love
11/29/00 01:40 PM

Have you heard the birds at dawn,
in their happy chatter song?
And have you thought and wondered why?
They’ve just heard of you and I!

For nature holds a secret tight,
lost only to the birds at night.
Somehow, sometime, in the shadows dark,
the secret of you and I, is passed to the lark,
and just before the sun does rise,
a sparrow hears, oh, what a joyful surprise!

It’s a good thing, some may say,
we cannot understand them in their way,
for if we heard them in their song,
the secret won’t be kept so long.

I will tell you how I know,
but promise not to tell a soul,
for a robin singing in a tree
passed the secret on to me.

The robin, being young at heart,
not skilful in this delicate art,
told of all that he had heard,
and asked me not to spread the word.

The message heard was clear and sound,
and in it deep our names abound.
The message, he said, spoke of love,
thereafter he passed it to the dove.

So next time you wake up with their song,
listen careful, listen long.
Sometime somewhere you will hear,
our names are sung, loud and clear.



I think...
11/29/00 02:54 PM


I think I’m in love with you
Because I find myself thinking about you
I count the days before we’ll meet again
And think of excuses to see you
I think I’m in love with you
Because life seems to have a little more colour
And I keep on imagining you next to me
In the car and in the park
And I want to write you a rhime
And I want to see your face, and your smile
I keep on hoping…
I think I’m in love with you,
But I’m pretty sure I am.



Receiving gift
12/14/00 09:53 AM

And you give yourself away
To somebody that lives
And you give yourself away
To somebody that loves
And you give yourself away
To somebody that cares
And you give yourself away
To somebody that matters

But what you give you do not get
And what you get you cannot give

And you give yourself away
To somebody that kills
And you give yourself away
To somebody that hates
And you give yourself away
But can you not see?
Can you not hear?
And you give yourself away
But do you not feel?

Solitude
12/18/00 11:38 AM

Good evening sir, table for..
For one, …please.
One? This way.

There I sit, watching, dreaming, seeing what I dream about.
Looking to the right I see two people, talking softly.
She turns the rosebud around in her hand. He smiles.
…sir,
and behind them I see two old ladies sipping their tea,
talking about their children, no doubt.
Then my eye moves over to two lovers deep in thought.
She watches her man with passionate eyes.
Oblivious to the world around them.
And they plan their perfect future.
…sir,
They are holding hands, talking, smiling,
…sir,
oh, uhm, one coffee please, with cream.


 
Summer joy
12/19/00 10:45 AM


I want to feel the water swirling over my feet
As I run and walk in the absence of heat.
The rain came down as only in Africa it can
And in the land I now stand
I still feel the last few drops
Falling from the sky
And inside me, bubbling up
There is a joy I can’t deny
From yesterday I have no memory,
And tomorrow is without plan
But with me now in the rain
I hold a smile in my hand



Not quite a poem, but...
12/21/00 12:55 PM
I thought, why not?

Desert longing.

As far as he could see was the golden sand of the desert, stretching into eternity. The low evening sun reflected a million times in every grain. The only sound to be heard was the gust of wind every now and then. He could feel the sand under his feet. Far in the distance, as if walking into the red sun, he saw three camels, one behind the other. The first carrying their master. Time stood still. As they disappeared into the distance, he closed his eyes. The desert spoke to him, silently in his heart. Alone and content, yet in the midst of it all, longing. Longing for one that he knew only in his thoughts. His lips were silent, but inside his soul screamed out. His innermost desire was to touch her skin, so see the look in her eyes, to hold her tight, and walk off together into eternity.



I Call Out

12/21/00 03:47 PM


Helpless is what I feel
When I think of you
What pain you had to endure
Why I ask, and what can I do?
I can see your pain, but from a distance
I can hear your tears, and it breaks my heart
I want to be for you what I cannot be
I want to go back in time, and change your destiny
In my silence I scream out to you
With outstretched arm I call to you

"Even a fool is considered wise when he keeps his mouth shut."


Banish the thoughts
12/22/00 10:49 AM


Banish the thoughts
Before they take root
Expel those dreams
They have no place
Drive out the feelings
That do not belong
Cast out the love
That should not be
Remove the longing
For it burdens the soul
Eliminate the fear
Of losing someone dear
Discard the hope
That one day it may be
Dismiss the passion
That keeps a watchful eye
Become an exile
A stranger in your mind
For in it there is no joy
But safety abides in your solitude


Glorious Pastures
12/27/00 11:40 PM


From a distance
I looked to see
I needed to know
For a question was asked of me

The question single
Had answers many
How could I answer
But by my life journey

Orion above
No stranger unto me
His sword and belt
Brightly could I see

The moon full
A king at night
On waters dark
Symphony of perfect light

And to the east, I looked
I turned to see
The rising sun
Golden glow greeting me

Grey woods, dry and hard
His skin dark and rough
Storming pas my frail body
Leaving sweat and dust

Head tuning sharply
Eyes burning fire
The wings of the fisheagle
Taking him higher

Within each dewdrop
On crimson rose
A world complete
Reflected, whole

Dancing joy
Through the water of the lake
To the bottom on the sand
Energising rays

A voice so pure
A sound entranced
A world created
With piano enhanced

Crackling fire light
Rubies in red wine
Rhythmical movement
Ancient dance, perfected in time

Christmass tree
With lights so bright
In children’s faces
The joy of life

Curves in shadow and light
Perfect form, pure, pale
Shudders love
With each breath exhaled

From a distance
I looked to see
The answer I know
To the question asked of me


Wherewith can I liken love?
01/03/01 09:36 AM


Wherewith can I liken love?
As an emerald pendant about her neck
Ordained by the words of old
Yet shining all the more brightly

With what can I liken love?
The very force that drives the soul
Yet, hiding itself
Until it chooses to be revealed

Who can tell me about love?
Some call it by the name of a rose
Others, the sweet smell of passion
Even by the most delicate touch, is it known

Many write with the pen of the lover
Articulating that evasive, yet captivating enigma
Yet I ask myself
Wherewith can I liken love?

Love is the delicate flutter of the butterfly
Touching so softly that you do not feel
Wings quiver, and open ever so slightly
Displaying a splendid array of colour

Two wings, different
And yet the same
Two people
Forever one

As with the butterfly,
One cannot summon love to come
It chooses where it will fly,
And if it will come by

You can bid it, “Come!”
And it will pass you by,
But when you least expect,
It rests upon your hand.


Die toekoms...
01/03/01 04:33 PM


bietjie opgewonde,
bietjie bang,
die lewe is ‘n raaisel,
die natuur gaan sy gang

stil sal die gedagte kom
en stil ‘n glimlag bring
want die stem van die toekoms, die onbekende
mag dalk net die liefde sing.

(Any volunteers for a translation :) ? )

(From Wyldestorms)..eye'm probwobbly the least qualified but heres a start..


a little excited
a little scared
life is a riddle
nature goes its way

the thoughts continue to come
and still bring smiles
because the voice of the future, the unknown
might yet of love sing.

well thats the gist..or so..
"Even a fool is considered wise when he keeps his mouth shut."


A week goes by

01/04/01 09:58 AM
I got the 'seven' idea from a tv commercial. This is what I came up with:


For the inmate, passes by another week
For the athlete, seven roads under feet
For men at war, seven fears fought
For the joyful, seven smiles given free
For the child, seven dreams far away
Aspiring mother, seven hopeful nights, days
For the lover, seven passionate kisses heed
For the ant, seven large mountains sway
For the sad, seven tears to weep
For the cat, seven sunny windowsills sleep
For the mother, seven meals to cook
For the granny, seven lonely memories deep
For the teacher, seven challenges to tend
For the priest, seven lives to mend
For the doctor, seven sick bodies heal
For the student, seven rules to bend
For the artist, seven expressions canvas found
The philosopher, seven answers left to seek
The poet, seven words with which speak



Perfume and Smoke
01/05/01 09:17 AM


Perfume and smoke within a darkened room
People moving, people dancing,
People talking, people laughing
The beat is thumping through my head
Bodies touch and dance to the sound
Red, blue, flashing white.
Blades of smoke cut through the night
Eyes meet,
Bodies responding to the beat
Every move dictated by sound
Bodies touch, people in motion
Excited, affectionate, stimulated, wild
Possessed by sound, rhythm desire
It’s another world in here,
A world that does not exist elsewhere
A world that controls, and is controlled
By a sound so strong, a sound so loud
Where does it start, is there an end?
The night is young, and time has much to lend.


Venice of the North

01/05/01 12:50 PM


I sit now and remember
A time not so long ago
When nights were glowing ember
Where the sun never sets very low

This place, the Venice of the North
Captures you in trance
The buildings old and stretching forth
Big old trees on notes of wind do dance

Peter, your palace, ordained with gold
Stands proud for the world to see
Contrasted in prospeks and ploshads of old
Apartments like orphans line the streets

The lifeline, Nevsky Prospect
Pulsating life, lust, all things new
Unto every tourist projects
Mastercard, Visa, …or cash will do

Rushhour down deep below
Nameless faces descend side by side
Trains like rivers in tunnels flow
And all of them behind masks hide

Saint Petersburg, you are a city great
Monuments, palaces, statues grand
But your people, walking, faint
Why do they look so sad?

Your parks are green, canals flow strong
Your beauty reflected, commanding fame
Cars hoot, trams rattle along
Your passion burns forth like an eternal flame

Have a look...
www.oocities.org/russian_city



Second best
01/11/01 01:19 PM


A cool night breeze after a hot summer day
The night is still and calm
I sit, relaxed, watching
Stars bright, moon full
Shadows dark, hiding colour
Presenting only to him that seeks.
There I sit, sipping semi-sweet
In the dark, drinking in the night sky

Perfect setting you may call it
I call it second best,
For there I sit alone…
Perfect setting I would call it
If you were nearby




The addiction
01/12/01 12:38 PM


The craving starts, and works along
It’s something you can’t explain, but long
You see it, feel it
Your mind craves it, savors it

As the pen moves and curls along
Letters form words so strong
Your feelings become free,
Yet you stay bound by need

For with each poem finished
And with each word relished
Another brews inside
Ready, exposed, unable to hide

The poem is posted for all to see
But what will their reaction be?
And silently, you pause…
Will there be an applause?

A reply, then two, then five
The craving, at last, is satisfied
But just as fast as it had come
A new craving inside begun

Another poem needs to see the light
More people read of love, and plight
And so the circle again repeated
The addiction never once defeated

I want you to take over...
01/16/01 12:35 PM


I want you to take over
When my tears flow after cutting onions
I want to read a poem to you
While you sit in bed sipping coffee
I want to pull your toes, and tell a story about each one
Show you pictures, and talk of times yet to come
I want to see you smiling, as I stalk you,
with a bunch of flowers hiding my face
I want to laugh at your jokes,
And duck when you throw me with an egg.
I want to come home to you at night
And feel your neck massage.
I want you to be for me,
And me, for you.


Life's jelly moments.
01/22/01 10:57 AM


Life’s jelly moments

Frustration, helplessness
When I felt the pudding slip over my fingers
and onto the floor.

This was supposed to be sweet,
It was supposed to work
It was not supposed to come so close,
just to slip through my fingers and fall on the floor

I read a quote once,
“always behave like a duck:
keep calm and unruffled on the surface,
but paddle like the devil underneath”

In a way that is me, calm and quite, even a smile
But inside is a roaring dragon with a thorn in his foot
And with each step taken, a roar of frustration, shattered hope
Unfulfilled longing, helplessness to change the situation.
The pudding is falling, and there is nothing to be done.
You are slipping away, and all I can do is watch.
With a look of morbid curiosity

But, no worries, in a few days it will pass.
The sun will shine again.
I heard this song that says
“You’ve been sad…, for a while
Why…not smile?”

But wait
01/23/01

I can see it down below
the pudding on the floor
but worry about it will I not
for in my bowl I still have a lot!


I wanted to write a poem today...
01/24/01

I wanted to write a poem today
But it’s impossible, to my dismay
An image imprinted through my eyes
An image forever stamped into my mind

For I wanted to share what I saw
With everybody here, one and all
How the sunrise spoke to me
How the rays of light a path did weave

The world asleep, did not see
That made it special, just for me
You probably wonder what was shown
An image self seen, before you can own

So I leave you now, wondering
What I saw while you were slumbering
I wish I could paint the image I witnessed
Light, clouds, trees, atmosphere, together twisted

But, alas, the written word is a sword,
And what I needed was paint and a board
The fact that I can’t reveal in verse
Haunts me, a bittersweet curse

(in other words: Wish you were there!)


Fields of gold
01/25/01


Words & music have ability to create
I noticed, driving home one day
A world outside, parallel to our own
When transformed, pulled in, I was thrown

Around me, cars, in front, behind
When a song entered my mind
Crawling, stopping, forward slowly
A song of love, in fields of golden barley

I could smell the wind around me
Solitude, except for you, my mind, free
Oily sun, drenching skin, warm, inviting
The sight of you, enticing

I could see gold graceful in wind sway
My body touched a world so far away
Transformed by words, by sound
I could taste the summer in the wind around

As if by dream, I looked into sky above
Mysterious, extreme, deep, just like our love
Into the distance as far as eye can see
Golden fields embracing you and me

And after the song came to and end
I followed the road around another bend
The thoughts for a while lingered
And a part of me remembered

And to former world I was returned
Traffic, fumes, noise, absurd
I thought how mysterious and kind
How wonderful the world in your mind


And the song? Fields of gold, by Sting:

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley?
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold

Just a thought
01/28/01

Questions, uncertainties, probe, examine.
Doubt, suspect, mistrust, distrust.
Worries, fears, reservations, suspicions.
Unsure, hesitant, irresolute, undetermined.
Unconvinced, doubtful, dubious, hesitant.
Hope, wish, expect, anticipate.
Fear, dread, alarm, apprehension.
Worry, concern?
No, apathy, indifference, disregard, unconcerned

How Great
02/06/01

In this one I did half, and copied half from a brilliant ancient writer...

How great You are.

Where were you when the foundations of the earth was laid?
Who made the chambers of the South
Where Pleiades and Orion reside?
Can you bind them together,
Or loose the girdle around his waist?
Can you count the children of the stars
Or instruct the way to their habitation?
Who commanded the morning since your days
And caused the dayspring to know his place?
Where is the place that keeps the light
And as for darkness, where does it dwell?
Can you lift your voice unto the clouds,
And command an abundance of waters?
Can you send forth the lightning that they may go
And say to you, “Here we are!”
Does the hawk fly by thy wisdom,
And stretch her wings to the south?
Does the eagle mount up at your command,
And make her nest on high?
Can you draw out the whale with a hook?
Will he make many supplications to you,
Will he speak soft words unto you,
And make a covenant with you?
Will you take him as a servant?
Gird up now thy loins like a man:
For I will demand of thee,
and thou shalt answer Me.

I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear:
But now mine eye seeth thee!


An Image of Eternity
02/08/01

An old man in a dimly lit room
sitting alone
His long white beard almost touching the rough table
The robe melting into the dark walls behind
A single candle burns still,
as if knowing its fate when the wax is expended
Burning quietly, accepting, like the old man
Waiting for the day that darkness will overcome,
and cold set in
Fighting against darkness,
just managing to keep it away
from the hand that writes
Projecting against the wall, a guardian,
in the image of his master.
Silently, the tip of his pen is dipped into the thick black ink
Slowly it comes down, touching the paper
The sound is like the scuffling of rat’s feet,
Yet elegant, mysterious, spellbound,
scratching words that originate deep,
from a life long past
Silently he writes, never pausing to think
Slowly, as if creeping upon him,
the room becomes dark with the mist of time
and everything disappears
into eternity…


Be Careful
02/13/01

Its not my wish that you be hurt
So be careful
I don’t want to see your heart be scarred
So be careful
I want to see a smiling face
And joy within abound
So be careful
And guard your heart.



Goodbye...
02/16/01

I walked up to your home last night
The door was slightly open
Cautiously I stepped closer
Wondering what to expect
I knocked once, then once more
[you said we could be friends,
and that’s all I wanted to be...]
I saw you come closer
You looked me in the eye
I smiled, asked you how you were
But not a word was spoken
A pause...
Then quietly you closed the door
I waited for a moment
Hoping it might open
Then turned
And slowly walked away



Don't Get Met Wrong...
02/22/01

Don’t get me wrong
I want you in my life
But desperate? Definitely not.
(Up to now I was without
Another year won’t do me harm)

Don’t get the wrong idea
When I open the car door
It’s not to impress
(I bestow the same respect
To any lady in my company)

Please don’t be misled
By a feeling that you control,
The idea that you can manipulate
(It is nothing but a false awareness,
a bubble that will burst with my cool departure)

I’m not moved by your flirting
Nor does my sense leave
When I see your perfect body
(my awareness of a woman
rises far above the mere physical)

Please don’t be misled…
When I wanted to see you often
I was not hopelessly in love with you
(To be more precise, I was merely looking for a friend,
and if not you, another one will do)


"Even a fool is considered wise when he keeps his mouth shut."



Alone
02/26/01

Alone
A solitary image within desert mirage
Walking upon trembling mirror
Quivering reflections of a time at hand
Alone
Yet content
Desolated satisfaction
Blissful silence
Alone
Unencumbered decisions
A sole voyage
To an expanse far away
Alone
Without attendance
Comfortable isolation of the soul
Sheltered solitude
To be
Alone
With thoughts being my only companion
And memories all the confidant I need
Into a world that cannot understand the enchantment of being
Alone

I would have it no different


The Hand of the Master Artist
02/27/01

I gaze upon diffused clouds,
unrealistically beautiful,
as only the Master Artist can render…

And I wonder where this road will take me.
And sitting down for a moment
I wander along in my thoughts
and find myself in the shoes of the poet
as he looked back and reflected
upon the road not taken.

And I look ahead,
wishing my eyes could follow the bend
and witness what the future holds
at the end of each decision.
Seeking that which is withheld
until the moment reveals.

But within all the uncertainty
there is peace.
For I understand that, as with the clouds,
my life picture is painted perfect
by the hand
of the Master Artist




My Message To You
03/28/01

I wrote a message to you today
Meticulously written
My thoughts expressed
And feelings exposed

I wrote a message to you today
Lovingly written
My emotions captured
My nurtured feelings revealed

I wrote a message to you today
And placed it in a bottle
I sealed my thoughts inside
Locked up my secrets, from the world to hide

I wrote a message to you today
Then walked along the beach
I threw the bottle far into the sea
My message, from eyes and heart forever concealed



Re: Moon Patterns (to OwlSA)
04/04/01

Talk about the daily poetry fix:
:)

The addiction

The craving starts, and works along
It’s something you can’t explain, but long
You see it, feel it
Your mind craves it, savors it

As the pen moves and curls along
Letters form words so strong
Your feelings become free,
Yet you stay bound by need

For with each poem finished
And with each word relished
Another brews inside
Ready, exposed, unable to hide

The poem is posted for all to see
But what will their reaction be?
And silently, you pause…
Will there be an applause?

A reply, then two, then five
The craving, at last, is satisfied
But just as fast as it had come
A new craving inside begun

Another poem needs to see the light
More people read of love, and plight
And so the circle again repeated
The addiction never once defeated



Your Words Soft Spoken
04/02/01

Your words soft spoken

I find it hard to describe
What I feel today
For you spoke out last night
And resurrected the past once more
But know this my friend,
I will always be there to hear
And help your sorrow bear
Be sure that you can talk, and know
That what is spoken
Will be heard by no other soul
Know that I am there for you
In everything that you say or do

Last night I listened to words soft spoken
Of time long past, of your heart broken
As I sat there and heard it all
I wondered how you can still stand tall
But inside you is a flame
Burning strong, overcoming pain
Be sure to know that what I heard
Spoke deeply to me, every word
And what was spoken there in trust
Is locked up deep, between us
I am honoured you chose me as your friend
Someone to help life's hardships mend




Life Reflected
04/04/01

500 pieces strong,
the puzzle on the floor
She points and asks
"Does this one fit?"
"Where do I fit in?"
I want to ask her in return.
The picture on the box
Like one in my mind
A perfect place depicted
Symbolic of our perfect future?
But what I see in front me now
Disordered clutter
Every piece an option
(“This one might just fit in there…”)
and I wonder…,
will that which I want to say
…fit in with her ideas?
Little by little the picture starts to form
And I hope
And I wonder
What piece of life will I get next
And where will it be fitted best
To compliment our picture?



My secret place
04/15/01

When I need to disappear
For a moment leave all behind
I close my eyes and see a place
Tucked deeply in my mind

Of course the place exists somewhere
In a world where faeries play
Hidden deep within a forest
Where the wind through tall trees sway

There I take a walk
On a crooked little pathway
With spots of sunlight touching earth
And squirrels in tall branches play

Around this bend, another curve
Soon we will be there
But remember, not to tell a word
It is a secret I want to share

Almost there, little more…
There it is, can you see?
Bend down a little,
Look past the branches of this tree

There’s the garden’s wooden fence
See the moss around the fringes?
The is gate slightly open
hanging on its rusted hinges

Look, there’s the rose garden
It’s a little overgrown, you must excuse,
My visits here are somewhat rare
Sadly, it’s usually over work I muse

And there’s the pond you heard about
Long ago, in childhood tales
of frogs and princes and witches evil
where one kiss transforms, without fail

He probably sat on that leaf
That white lily there, his shade
One day the lady kissed his froggy mouth
And a handsome prince she made

Follow me around the cottage
The sunlight is much warmer there
We can sit down on the porch
In two old creaky rocking chairs

There we can chat all day
Hedgehog, butterfly and you and me
Talk of stories, legends, times long past…
And share a cup of herbal tea.

Enjoy floral scents and sunlight warmth
And let’s forget about the time
Let’s share it together
It is yours and mine


When I'm with you
04/18/01

How do you expect me to breathe
when I look upon on your face,
as soft light enfolds us
and mystic shadows embrace.
In a dark room,
where silence is the only witness,
and passion our solitary sense.
Words cannot explain
the softness in your eyes,
and best of poets cannot express
how shadows your sensual lips caress.
A thousand languages speak of love,
yet not one can boast a phrase or verse
expressing sensation in my fingertips
when I touch your perfect skin.
I don’t know, it might just be
that if I do not breathe tonight
this moment will continue
into all eternity…




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