Joe Breunig, 23 january 2018
When it comes to our Christianity,
we’re to be like tethered lambs;
ready to die for our Faith, while
displaying grace, love and humility!
Though we’re surrounded by wolves,
our Great Shepherd can keep us safe
in green meadows, under His watchful
eye; it’s usually from ourselves…
that we require the most protection.
Nothing can separate us from Yahweh
and His right hand; therefore, let’s
offer genuine praise for Salvation
and the promises expressed within
His Word, including… Life over sin.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Rom 8:35-39; Psa 63:8
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Joe Breunig, 23 january 2018
The primary failure of…
self-righteousness is that
you become your own god;
besides fouling true Faith,
you’ll never walk in Love,
since you’ll be the center
of a personal firestorm;
you’ll choose to manipulate
others for satisfaction or
gain; as a human tormentor,
you’ll never possess a peace
that’s real or everlasting.
All attributes of character
and humility will dissipate;
unable to discover a release
from Life’s miseries, you’ll
become so isolated, that the
numbness of your spirit will
unwittingly beckon Death’s
realm to be… the solitary fuel
of your own destruction.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Isa 64:6; 2 Tim 4:3-4; Rom 1:28-32 and
Trying to establish a righteousness
of your own, will pollute your walk
with God. -Rabbi K.A. Schneider
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Satish Verma, 23 january 2018
They walked out gagged
before they entered the water
for an irreverent
ceremony.
It was a coal time
to start the fire. A salute
in light was given to those
who were alive.
You can go for a strip-
search of a gaint jelly fish
to find the vertical beams
in its dome.
A painted stork comes
with an empty pouch. There
was a perpetual delay in
understanding the parenthesis.
Satish Verma, 22 january 2018
Counting the digits,
of your hand, you forget,
how many fathers you have.
Was it not very odd that
truth exists in the crying eyes
of a child whose mother
had abruptly disappeared?
It always hurts, when
realization comes. A little
sprig of cowlick, reminds you of
timelessness. You can move-
in any direction. You want to
go. That will need a third eye.
Satish Verma, 21 january 2018
I was trying to communicate
the poverty of words.
We were moving in circles.
Dark figures-
afraid of each other.
What was a shame -
in restraints
of narcissism? You are
not going to take a dip
in opaque waters.
A conceptual withdrawl
from the acrimony of hills.
Night was very cool but
moon will not come down
and grass will not go up.
I will never be generous
in jokes of a monstrous
nose. The stink was awful
but roses were white and
the meaning had no confines.
Satish Verma, 20 january 2018
The freak accident
of a paranormal mystic, begins
a telekinesis in the dark room
to internalize the chopped off
obsession of sex.
You will be needed as a
fugitive now, in the
muddle of passions. There was
a complete lull before the storm.
A pindrop silence.
An anxiety starts, of-
becoming nothing, in the comfort
zone. The roots look up
at the lunar month, to bail out
the loner, convicted of sedition.
Satish Verma, 19 january 2018
The freak accident
of a paranormal mystic, begins
a telekinesis in the dark room
to internalize the chopped off
obsession of sex.
You will be needed as a
fugitive now, in the
muddle of passions. There was
a complete lull before the storm.
A pindrop silence.
An anxiety starts, of-
becoming nothing, in the comfort
zone. The roots look up
at the lunar month, to bail out
the loner, convicted of sedition.
Satish Verma, 18 january 2018
There were, peels
of ripples. Between.
The tangled arguments. Then you
start reading in the bumps;
a cold blooded murder.
Of poems? Serrated, when
I lifted them from your bloody hands.
No miracle. The animal
survives, without water, air.
You come down the ramp
without shoes to reclaim
the heritage.
And that means, there had been
an attempt, to commit suicide!
Satish Verma, 17 january 2018
Flame and smoke.
What else your skies have to offer?
Was it not a crime against
poetry articulate?
Come near me.
I want to amble with tears -
of humanity before the fragility
takes a big toll.
Who says it was time
to turn over a new leaf?
The blistering gale had taken
away all the boughs and blossom.
Are you pregnant with some
idea of a candle? When it burns
through night, it has an otherness:
nameless melting.
Satish Verma, 16 january 2018
How will you measure the wide
gulf between words and hyphens?
The apostrophes will give you
restrain and isolation.
The predators will sit and
wait for the fallouts. The night
was your domain to start
sinning; in erasing the numbers.
The midnight grief during the
assault of moon. Were you ready
to unmask the hidden inter-
polator? The merciless thrush?
Candidiasis? It was eating
away your smell, your taste
and moments of glimpses
of the fire in the groins.
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