Wish for Love ... Just Love
I'm still waiting for the day we will meet,
True Love, just damn Love nothing else! With no deceit.
Just Love! Love! That's all I want! Give it to me while I still stand on my
feet.
Let me get Love and feel it like the resonance of a drum's beat.
Dear God! Why can't something just be what we need.
People try telling the truth, it's a pity feelings aren't a book one can read.
My want is damn equal with my dire need!
Give me love while I can still bleed.
Why don't I reap what I sow?
I love yet like a farmer in drought, my crops don't grow.
Hell! If Love was a light, I've never even received a faint glow.
Give me Love while what I want is something I still know.
Why the hell is something so much the opposite of what it seems?
I'm still searching in hope like a pipe-dreamer with broken dreams.
My heart is filled with futile gleams.
Give me love while my sombre face can still don happy beams.
I've waited all my life for a change of circumstances.
I searched all my life through Love's tree - I climbed all the branches.
I've been optimistic all my life about Love's fatal penetrating lances.
Give me Love while I'm still willing to take chances.
Hope is human nature's specialty.
Too bad we cannot wish ourselves to reality.
Siyaduma Noël Biniza
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Erna |
I identify wholly with the ideas
you’re expressing here! “Yes… I’ve been there, I know that!” is my response
to every line of your poem. As a poem, however, it is still
pretty rough around the edges. In places, the rhyming seems forced: “…futile gleams. The rest of your poem is in
“normal” English, whereas a face that “dons beams” belongs to another era’s
English, a different style. And, generally, your rhythm needs attention. Some places
you’ve got too many words, others too few. Below is an example. I have made
the natural “beat” syllables bold: I'm still waiting for the day we
will meet, Now let’s try something else: I’m waiting, still, for
the day we will meet, True Love, just Love! With no damn deceit - Just Love! That’s all!
While I’m still on my feet, I think it was Ezra Pound who said
that music should never wander too far from the dance, nor
poetry from the song. Points 2 – Needs a bit of editing |
2007-12-29 |
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James Tobias |
Good pointers from Erna. Points 2 - This writing needs a bit of editing and/or re-writing |
2007-12-29 |
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Louis Harris |
Siyaduma, the most wonderful
thing about poetry is that every time a piece is rewritten, it gets better
and better. I play with my poetry. There are pieces written four
years ago that I rewrite every now and then to get it to perfection. I
guess there are poets out there who write perfection first time, but they are
a rare species. Points 2 - This writing needs a bit of editing and/or re-writing |
2007-12-30 |