I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Advent
We have tested and tasted too much, lover-
Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder.
But here in the Advent-darkened room
Where the dry black bread and the sugarless tea
Of penance will charm back the luxury
Of a child's soul, we'll return to Doom
The knowledge we stole but could not use.
And the newness that was in every stale thing
When we looked at it as children: the spirit-shocking
The Months
January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
The Snow Man
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
Anc And The Struggle
January 1912, Mzansi brought forth a child
In a harsh political climate
Destined to free her people
Bound to cruel Fate
Long Live Child Of Necessity!
Viva ANC!
His growth fraught with perils
But nurtured by sons and daughters of the soil
Deprived of dignity and birthright
Y... In The Dark Of The Night (Poem About Hope, Hope, Hope))
It is dark, no moon, no light
Just darkness, a starless sky
The wind blows, the waves break
A single firefly passes by
Soon the firefly is gone
Leaving me in the darkest of nights
The tiny fly made me anticipate
A sunrise with the finest of lights
Braggart
The days will rally, wreathing
Their crazy tarantelle;
And you must go on breathing,
But I'll be safe in hell.
Like January weather,
The years will bite and smart,
And pull your bones together
To wrap your chattering heart.
January Jumps About
January jumps about
in the frying pan
trying to heat
his frozen feet
like a Canadian.
February scuttles under
any dish's lid
and she thinks she's dry because she's
thoroughly well hid
Love
Your sterling love
Is like a gigantic sponge
That absorbs the fountain of my pain
Soaking it invisibly, awakening my soul
To withstand violent storms
Cyclonic waves and all disasters
Prompting me to climb mammoth hills
Sans soreness, pains and perils
It's your pure love
I Have A White Rose To Tend (Verse Xxxix)
I have a white rose to tend
In July as in January;
I give it to the true friend
Who offers his frank hand to me.
And for the cruel one whose blows
Break the heart by which I live,
Thistle nor thorn do I give:
For him, too, I have a white rose.
CULTIVO UNA ROSA BLANCA... (Verso XXXIX)
~ Life Divine ~
~ LIFE DIVINE ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
8 January 2010.
Resign and Consign
Delusion dedoping
Buoyant absolving
Souse dousing
Enjoy Life Divine.
Our Christmas Gift
Our Christmas gift
From God's only Son
Star-filled nights
Sun-filled days
And Love abounding.
.
Born to give us Words of comfort
While walking Beside us
Showing us the Way
Healing our hearts
Sparrow's Orchestra
She comes out to sing
to express happiness
from her house of
paper, straw and grasses
cheeps cheeps voice
as like as nightingale's
loud whistling crescendo.
Awakens my dreary senses
in a chorus with cuckoos
and breeze ruffling eucalyptus
One Third Of The Calendar
In January everything freezes.
We have two children. Both are she'ses.
This is our January rule:
One girl in bed, and one in school.
In February the blizzard whirls.
We own a pair of little girls.
Blessings upon of each the head ----
The one in school and the one in bed.
Absence
My shadow --
I woke to a wind swirling the curtains light and dark
and the birds twittering on the roofs, I lay cold
in the early light in my room high over London.
What fear was it that made the wind sound like a fire
so that I got up and looked out half-asleep
at the calm rows of street-lights fading far below?
Without fire
Only the wind blew.
But in the dream I woke from, you
January Mist
Sometimes at night I hear small birds lament.
Dark notes that seem to second moon's descent.
Cold is the color of a deep regret,
An etude perfected by winterset.
The world was music and it turned us round.
Stirred by the subtle atmospheric sound,
You gently sketched a snowflake on my face
Which shall be mine till light has left this place.
Birthday
(16th January 1949)
I thank whatever gods may be
For all the happiness that's mine;
That I am festive, fit and free
To savour women, wit and wine;
That I may game of golf enjoy,
And have a formidable drive:
In short, that I'm a gay old boy
Though I be
Dreaming Winter Is Past
.
Winter is past
At last! At last!
Life has begun
At last! At last!
It's a beautiful spring day today.
Gone is gloomy gray yesterday
No more snow drifting around in silence most profound
No more muffling to death all sign of life and sound
No more rain pounding down on the town
Hunger
An orphan child
sitting on a platform
ignoring the sound of fast crossing trains
and trains halting late at the station
The maddened crowds
in search of their berths and seats,
rushing into compartments
and he is eating the thrown biscuits
and hearing the terrible noise of his belly
True Path Need To Well Lead
True Path Need To Well Lead
January 21, 2021
Come on dreaming
O, man!
Walk the true path
You are the big nation
To lead the world
So, well lead!