Daleen Enslinstrydom

Rookie - 126 Points [Daleen EnslinStrydom] (25-02-1967 / Springs, South Africa)

Daleen Enslinstrydom Poems

1. Twilight 1/23/2013
2. I Have Told You Many Stories 1/23/2013
3. Where The Butcher-Bird Observes Everything 1/25/2013
4. I Wonder What Did Happen To Us 1/28/2013
5. My Heart Only Beats For You 1/28/2013
6. Scarlet Woman 1/30/2013
7. Betrayed By Love 1/31/2013
8. The Prodigal Son 2/1/2013
9. Predators On The Hunt 2/4/2013
10. White Painted Houses 2/6/2013
11. Bush Veldt Nights 2/8/2013
12. Green Wheat Fields 2/11/2013
13. I Do Depend Upon Your Love 2/12/2013
14. Radiant Like A Bride 2/14/2013
15. Everyone Wants To Belong 2/15/2013
16. The Can-Can Of The Sea 2/17/2013
17. Winds Of Change 2/19/2013
18. As The Sun Sets Over The Heated Planes Of The Savannah 3/1/2013
19. The Whirlpool Of Life 3/4/2013
20. With Begging Hands 3/5/2013
21. I Did Not Even Know Your Name 3/5/2013
22. On The Ghostly Road 3/7/2013
23. Love Is My Destiny 3/8/2013
24. Vanity 3/11/2013
25. The Jewel Of The Mountain 3/12/2013
26. My Desert Rose 3/13/2013
27. Cursed 3/18/2013
28. Cursed [1] 3/18/2013
29. Arabic Nights 3/19/2013
30. Arabic Nights [1] 3/19/2013
31. The Autumn Blanket 3/20/2013
32. Just A Dreamer 3/22/2013
33. Mother's Pee-Pot 3/25/2013
34. A Stormy Winter Night 3/26/2013
35. In A House That Mourns 3/27/2013
36. Eli Eli Lama Sabagtani 3/28/2013
37. The Broken Temple 4/2/2013
38. The Broken Temple [1] 4/2/2013
39. What Does It Avail Me? 4/3/2013
40. A Dwelling Place For My Heart 4/4/2013
Best Poem of Daleen Enslinstrydom

The Hands Of A Farmer

I have known those hands all of my life
and many times I have looked at those hands,
at big rough hands that worked the fields
and calluses in their palms tell a own story
and the fingers are big
and when they grab they hold on.

Those are very strong hands
but they are gentle when they touch the family.
Those hands sowed the wheat
and harvested the sheaves,
those hands planted maize
and brought home the first ripe corn.

Those hands brought life,
helped the cow that struggled during birth,
those hands carried the lambs
to a place of ...

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I Miss You

I miss you more everyday
when my days grow longer like shadows
against the wall of life
and as the light does disappear,
I want to hold on to it,
as everything remind me of you.

When the night do come near
and time is ticking out the hours,

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