Derrick Hubert Schnabel

Rookie (16th March,1949 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Derrick Hubert Schnabel Poems

1. My Angels 2/24/2011
2. Nature Mother 2/24/2011
3. Harvest 2/24/2011
4. Metastases 2/24/2011
5. Thanks 2/24/2011
6. Credo 2/24/2011
7. If Music Be... 2/24/2011
8. A Symphonic Dream 2/24/2011
9. Nothing To Offer - For David 2/24/2011
10. This Excessive Need 2/24/2011
11. Flight 2/28/2011
12. The Angel 2/28/2011
13. 2011 2/28/2011
14. Painful Writing 2/28/2011
15. Inside Out 2/28/2011
16. Thoughts In The Style Of Pope 2/28/2011
17. On The Deck 2/28/2011
18. This Is It 3/2/2011
19. Ode To The Weed 3/2/2011
20. Friends 2/24/2011
21. Belinda 2/28/2011

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sonnet #19


i would not have you, Belinda, in darkness sit,
on days like this, my hand clasped in hand dead,
remembering sadly your fragrant bed –
each moment therein, what joy we had of it.
rather, while still our lights though dimmed were lit,
bid friends to the parties that once we planned,
happy all the time! until to the dust’s demand,
your soul, not mine, did separately submit.

so, when i come (for you at last will call
and i shall hear and linger not at all) ,
still to your throat, your arms, your loosened hair
will cling ...

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sonnet #5

i have become a thief of the night, stealing precious hours;
that hated word, metastasis, which makes soon become now,
so easy to hate when i need mostly to love somehow.
do not mourn my passing or miss the friendship that is ours,
grass is still green though we stand in a desert bleak and bare.
around me ghosts listen, my words glint only as fool’s gold;

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