Satish Verma, 27 september 2015
A crisp moon rejects the night,
the words retreat, like fallen truths.
Stillness was palpable
silhouettes moved in vacancy.
And we did not know where to go,
how to find the cause of life.
World surged forward like a spider.
The dust, the heat
and a breathing sorrow
met in the twilight
of immaculate pain.
I hated the drooping lights
and burning of feathers.
Birds were dumb
to say how cruel
the benevolence had been.
I fell upon a thorn
who witnessed my incarceration.
A fire in my eyes, I glowed like a volcano.
Fogs were hanging
like veils on eyes of moon.
I tasted lichens in mouth.
The tragic intimacy
of an old poem.
Stephen J. Vattimo, 27 september 2015
Fortune and Fame,
Is this the root of the value of your name?
If all your valued were stripped away,
would be like a tree who leaves were stolen away by the winds of a hurricane?
In the eye of a watching world,
would you appear to be like a hopeless tree,
stand in the forest with naked branches and rotted out roots?
If you were like a branch that was grafted into a healthy strong vine named Jesus The . Nazarene.
Though the hurricanes will come and go and steel your fortune and fame
Your branches will never remain naked.
For the vine's root will never rot.
For the vine is the source of eternal life and has over come the power behind the force of the hurricanes.
The branch that abides in the vine will always renew it's fruit.
Which is your fortune and fame rooted in?
Are you a tree standing alone in the forest try to produce your own glory?
Are you a branch grafted the vine name Jesus The Nazarene?
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Sept 12, 2015
Satish Verma, 26 september 2015
Now me, now not,
a thought is always there.
My genes navigate on collapsing walls,
words, dark mind, broken dreams.
But thought is always there.
I hold on firmly to sounds,
voices, tongues,
the thought is always there.
Brain goes into a nameless friction,
of aimless voyage
I rediscover the myth and abandon the zone of thoughts.
Distance becomes a wailing music.
Sitting between the flesh and bones
I recognise the relic of a window.
Let us dropp the years,
become timeless, empty and hollow.
Egocentric wind violates the lungs.
We cannot sing in praise of earth.
I walk through the body,
stripping to the bones, to find the seeds.
I refuse to pluck the flowers.
Nipuni Shashirangani, 26 september 2015
Every time I’m waiting for the passing of noon
Because I know then I’ll see you soon
I’m waiting to see you whole night
Because I want to catch your sight
I pray for sun goes down
Then the charming moon
Will fly across the sky
I’m waiting at my lonely room
Until the gloomy shadows arrive
And the darkness pay me a visit
Then soon, I go to the bed
To enter my lonely dream world
I’ll be waiting there
Till the sleep catches my eyes
Because I want to see you soon
Then I wish for an endless night
To be with you in my whole life
Nipuni Shashirangani, 26 september 2015
Nothing seems to be changed
Only you and me
I’m still standing alone
But you’ve begun to disappear
Step by step, I count and count
The memories pass through my head
Wherever I go, wherever I look
You are the painful light I see
Bursting tears begin to flow
I have nothing to do only let you go
Because I’m not at the destination
Where you always want to be
The way is so long
And I’m only a stronger you met
Now I’ve got tired of this long journey
Seeing this hard separation
I’ll try to make my heart with the lie
That I just want to see you at a happy ending
When the pain ends
I’ll take footsteps just to see you
Bunny Crunch, 25 september 2015
You to me would always listen
When my tears began to glisten
As though those tears could work like guns
You told me several stupid puns
You abhor them, and yet, you would tell them to me
Showing me to you something special I might be
You would text me every day
Making me think that talking was okay
Sometimes you’d feel like you were safe to open up
And you’d tell me about family or your recently dead pup
When you did, I showed you I was there for you
But nothing ever would I make you do
I told you I’d be there in the middle of the night
And still with me you’ve never tried to make things right
With no one I would share the things to me you told
So your insistence that I make you talk is getting kind of old
By never giving up on you, I thought your path I could remold
Everyone but me could see your heart was cold
My own barriers I broke so you could do the same
Yet when you went too deep you insisted I take blame
I wish I could stop crying myself each night to sleep
Because you’ve made me feel at fault that your kindness I could never reap
Slowly I am drowning
While your ego I’ve been unknowingly crowning
You never thank me for the things for you I’ve done
Sometimes I wish I’d have the courage to run
If I needed you, you’d let me keep falling
If I called you, you’d just laugh and leave me bawling
I’ll take no more blame than you for this act
Of breaking our nonconsensual pact
It’s hard to help when I know nothing at all
And for your games I always fall
You deceive and you manipulate me
Making me think that me is the worst thing one can be
You act like I’m a useless burden
Communicating to you is like being back at Verdun
Your tongue is like a fatal blade
It is heartless in the highest grade
You gnaw at my heart like acid rain
From tearing it to shreds you think something you will gain
Though of your past I’ve never first spoken
You insist your barriers I’ve broken
I’m not the one and I’ll never be
At least you realize you’re not good enough for me
My emotions you slowly molest
And tell me I’m dramatic and a burden when I protest
You tell me to chill
When my hurt with you I try to kill
Your talent as a homewrecker
Is stronger than a mountain trekker
My mind you would manipulate
You never cared; t’was all in hate
The evil in your essence
Bubbled up in effervescence
You are an active volcano
Drinking me like Draino
By your words of lava being burnt
One first learns about true hurt
You need to practice what you preach
Swallow your pride; and don’t give me my speech
If you claim my barrier I should break down
Descend from your imagined throne and tear apart your crown
You have made me starch and starve
While ‘cross my heart your name you carve
Thinking you have power over me
Because there for you is all I’ll ever be
I want you to come to me and see you’re a jerk
Yet keeping you close will never work
I can no longer save you; I can no longer try
Yet I want you to realize and can’t seem to say goodbye
Though I promised you I wouldn’t, now I have to give up
For all you do is fill my cup
You may wonder why your friend I refuse to stay
What else can I do when you push me away?
Some people you can’t change; sometimes them you cannot save
And to think I promised to be there til I reached my grave
You my skies have turned forever gray
And though it kills me like you do, to leave you has come now my day
You can go to hell, my love
For you tear apart my wings when I’m soaring like a dove
There’s nothing more I can do, for my hands are tied
But it isn’t really losing; for to save you I have tried and tried.
Satish Verma, 25 september 2015
Turgid freedom of nondescript
energy moves on the
secret circuits of nude gods.
Thy body politic breaks into splinters of million thoughts.
When the dusty winds
settle on our faces, it is a holy bath.
The neutral sky perceives it,
lapses into silence.
Poor vision of builders,
carries an abstract frame for the silver screen.
We peer in dark
to find the blasts,
culture of giant legs was the essence of truth
descends deep in crevices.
The technique brings the broken images.
In your mind lies the whole history of a tree.
You don’t remember.
When you peel the moon,
your tongue falters.
Of several centuries
the grief stricken bird recites a poem.
Come beside me,
I will tell you the name.
Joe Breunig, 24 september 2015
Joy comes to us, when we have…
a clear direction for our life.
Staying on the right path means
walking by the Light of Christ.
When following His divine course,
comfort is found in His Presence
and eternal pleasures are at hand,
for a lifetime of sacred pleasance.
The Kingdom of Heaven is akin to…
buried treasure, hidden in a field.
There’s a great expectation found
in the promise of what it may yield.
Do you know the track meant for you?
Has your secret prize been revealed?
His upright children receive both grace
and glory, since He’s our sun and shield.
Know that He has a plan to prosper all,
from thoughts of peace and not of evil;
He wants us to succeed, with His approval
and not suffer from spiritual upheaval.
Author Notes
Inspired by:
Psa 16:11, 84:11; Matt 13:44; Jer 29:11
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 24 september 2015
Again I was giving chase
to a mirage.
Wiping off the transient thoughts
oozing from every orifice,
I will sell my dreams today.
Limb by limb,
the naked and brute will buy
the bonanza.
For a lost scent
I wandered from moon to moon
flitting past the sky of doves,
and the lonely winds
of crowded griefs.
The trampled earth
will not soak the joy of burning sun.
The tree and the flowers,
and the seeds falling in a heap
went unnoticed.
Now I will go in the forgotten hills
through mist and rains.
Give me some more pain,
it makes me move faster.
Gert Strydom, 23 september 2015
While the light of day does cease,
still outside many trees are blossoming
in the serene beauty of this early spring
but nature at this twilight has some peace
before the time of danger does increase
when nightly predators take to their wing
there is activity in the smallest nocturnal thing,
that hunts and feed and breeds with ease
as life comes to greatness in large and small
as every living thing is in a way special
in this time of new birth and change
and it’s as if the blessings of God fall on all
and even in things superficial
the entire world His hand does rearrange.
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