Satish Verma, 31 may 2017
In the valley of death
one more guest arrives.
By my sleep, there is a soul search.
Take off the lid from silence.
Unlach the door.
The wounded sun was coming.
Be my grief to wash the eyes.
Unclench my fist.
I want to write the name of fallen god.
Inhale the sulphur and
draw the moon.
Night was coming to take revenge.
An obituary will glorify
the asylum.
An alien will enter the skin.
Morgan, 31 may 2017
Stress, Stress, who are you, what are you?
a lot of people seem to know you.
Stress, Stress, I hear your name alot,
but I can't recall your face
I can't recall your voice, Stress,
and you're completely odorless.
Stress, Stress, what are you, Stress?
Are you a god? Are you a goddess
with symbols and familiars?
Are you a cloud? A jellyfish?
Like God, you are known by your works, I guess.
Like God, you get so much bad press.
Everyone blames you for this, Stress.
Everyone blames you for that.
They say they can feel your breath on their necks--
that where they step, you step
like a shadow assassin. And, they're scared, yes.
Do you do it, Stress? Confess.
Can you cause piles? Can you cause shingles?
Can you make people late?
Can you cause PMS?
People say yes.
You could never get a fair trial, Stress,
not in this state.
Can you cause flat feet
or the grippe to linger?
Can you cause hair lip
Can you cause cancer?
People say yes but where's the proof?
No matter how quickly they twist
they can never see your face
for you are like a mist.
Stress, you are like a heat
Maybe you don't even exist.
Stress, I'll tell you this:
I think you have a libel case.
You are never seen at the scene of the crime--
mug shot, fingerprint, jammering witness
oddly inavailable. Stress,
I think you got blamed, I think you got framed--
I believe in your innocence, Stress.
So tell them to just bust off.
Satish Verma, 30 may 2017
A cutaneous drip.
The young moon drinks the dew
unbuttoning a rose.
A fierce wind rubs
against the golden triangle
to invite a violet sting.
Eyes armed with green thumbs
go for a swim in rage.
The lake unloosens a blood moon.
No inscense will rise
from the tomb of a lover,
unless he dies with a style.
Crossing the gray lines,
I will not take your lips;
paralyzing the silver tongs.
Satish Verma, 29 may 2017
He was no longer angry
writing his own epitaph.
Fighting a singular brute
without repeating himself.
Midnight. Untouchable moon
drops the ear-ring.
A mottled face worships
a ladder expressionlessly.
A monk walks past an
oversexed monkey.
A hidden agenda in end,
shows a dirty hand.
You know, I do not want
to tame an exploding -
navel. Transfixed I throw
the bottle in a sea.
One more parakeet dies
in my hands. How do I catch
a flying saucer in the
alien body.?
Joe Breunig, 29 may 2017
For us, Faith is applying
His Truth and trusting in
Christ. So trust Him and
Faith grows with His Truth.
Knowing His Word, can show
us… what can occur. Without
Christ, nothing can carry
us through… to Salvation.
Can anything stop us? Will
Man stop on his own? Why do
folks worry on a daily basis?
Can or should individuals
do what is right continually?
Milking our situation for pity
is a sad way to push forward.
Will Christ light our way, if
Faith is always lacking? Why
should God assist us? Christ
is motivating us to go towards
Him; without spiritual aims,
nothing significant may occur.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Matt 6:33; 1 John 2:15; 2 Tim 3:16
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 29 may 2017
We’ve been freed from the captivity
of our sinful, blackened hearts;
The Lord has changed our tears into
joy and thankfulness; can’t we see
that we should be rejoicing everyday?
Yahweh reigns supremely over Zion
and our humbled bosoms; He’s provided
His Word; with The Spirit, His sway
encompasses our own with utmost peace.
Within our souls, His seeds of Truth
have been planted; His Presence waters
our existence; His purpose is released
as we go forward… progressing in Faith!
Author notes
Inspired by:
Psa 126; Jer 17:8
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 28 may 2017
A leopardess dies on a tree.
No molestation was reported.
Exploring your breast
why were you throwing salt?
As if almost needing a space
you ran to top. A solid truth
looks like a quasicrystal
against the nature.
Unbosoming myself I am
traveling in vacuum. Empty
hands don't hold any ancestors.
I am carrying my unborn voice.
Now don't cry, don't. You are
reaching home at the end of a
tunnel. A featureless fog will let you in,
in a fatherless world.
Satish Verma, 27 may 2017
The arch
in the targeted killing
was the bet when you
lost your virginity.
A slow dance
at the cold river of flesh,
with genitalia wiped off.
I was constructing-
your genome
from you saliva. Prayer
was a form of begging
before an unpardonable sin.
The gradient
parting the hills will
find another arena
to start the game.
Satish Verma, 23 may 2017
Picking a lock you break
a bloodline. A stargazer
maps the astrological signs
and connects with the
moon in oviduct:
wriggling,
coiling.
There were no foeticide qualms,
in rappelling to shamanic healing.
It was not a deference for any
deity. A ritual
gives you
name, gives
you fame.
Wearing a wooden sandal which
keeps you electrified with
divinity. This is ambulatory.
You move on the green earth
squashing the grass,
grasshoppers
beating the
Venus.
Joe Breunig, 19 may 2017
People are funny creatures, who seem
unsure about the poetry, that I compose;
their lack of understanding implies that
my poems are nothing, but a series of…
spiritual abstractions. Unable to gleam
the enduring Truth of Yahweh, with eyes
of Faith, they ignorantly dismiss claims
of what God has done in Love… for them!
Without Christians demonstrating how to
live properly, their spirits won’t rise
up and see the need for a relationship
with Christ; if we’re not enjoying some
personal victories ourselves, then our
effectiveness is… obviously diminished.
We should be content, bound in fellowship
with Christ and energetically living out
our Faith! Moral regulations don’t draw
people to God; however, His joy within
us does; let our Faith be strong, vibrant
and visible, whereby people shed doubts…
of Who, God is and why He’s worthy of praise.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Eze 12:2
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
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