Elbert Matt Loubser Poems

To be what makes a difference
In all we know to be
Is something of significance
And as yet we have to see
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One last second is all that I ask
Albeit the years have passed like the
swarms and flocks and schools and tribes
in numbers as great as the pain I have.
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(God's words to a newly created angel)

Seedling, born of light's majestic sproute
Of love's unconditional, unending hum
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We walked this day downtrodden
as asphalt and pitiless penny
what justice there is in violence,
I know not,
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There are sand-dunes surrounding my dream-castle
And e'ery wind spills the dust into my cool chambers
The ones I hold dear seem to have cracks in the rock
Solid walls I have built with the years
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A canvass was given to me
one that has already felt the touch
from coarse bristles not of my hand that held it
it was meant to be untouched ere I could touch it
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Once more, my self, my core
Has risen and risen, a hold
And upon me, you have no more
But still I am yours, as ever
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From life and heat this came
Longing to stay the same
A brittle, little light
Manifested in the night
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My feet dragged me to the sands of deep
The earl' morn' a fine specimen for the connoisseur
What a day! A rise! The very air tells me the day is new
The breeze lifts my shirt, the gallon’s sails’ curse
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In watery ways
And watery days
I yearned for the sun
Too precious to prays
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