Orion [1]
In the sky I see at night
the hunter Orion
lurking nearer
with his club raised
ready to bash
and its oblong shape
becoming clearer
and the belt shines bright
and sword dimmer
where it points away.
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Just think (rictameter)
Great
it would be
without pain, heartache
if love was sincere, timeless
if every yesterday could turn back
if good deeds did replace each word,
we did know each other;
such a place is:
great.
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Many professionals
Many professionals and people in the middle class
wait for their days to pass
to go under cover of the night
to live their lives over, to get their delight
at home where there's nothing that harass.
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Many professionals [1]
Many professionals and people in the middle class
wait for their days to pass
to go under cover of the night
to live their lives over, to get their delight
at home where there's nothing that harass.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Hope (Pleiades)
Hope is at times just unseen,
having no fixed structure,
helping people to go on,
has the effect of some trust
happening as a great thing,
helplessness it does conquer
halfway into great success.
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When leaves in August
When leaves in August
start to fall and dance,
with the wind swishing past
they are twisting, whirling and turning
while the icy cold sneaks in,
then you know that winter
seriously is causing havoc.
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Sometimes I Do Suspect
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more
than chemical urges in the blood.
Sometimes I do suspect
that life goes on
up to a single event;
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more…
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Smoke and poker (parody
(with apology to Koos A. Kombuis)
in the lane of the light
we go into the location
and there create family
on beds with blankets without sheets.
[Rook en poker (Smoke and poker) by Koos A. Kombuis.]
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You soft lips on my cheek
Your soft lips on my cheek
lets time linger for moments
when I am drawn to you
when you look lovingly at me
when that moment becomes precious
when reality gets a new kind of meaning
when we are together
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Your are the one
With you I find wild passion
that takes feelings to places
where they belong.
Your are the one
around whom I want
to build my life,
in whose embrace
I want to place
everything that I am and have got.
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