Stephen J. Vattimo, 12 june 2015
It's splash across the canvas of print
It's blare across the airways
Another SuperHero has fallen.
On the stage of life,they appear bullet proof
but out of the bright lights,in the shadows
every SuperHero has his Kryptonite
In the bright lights
a SuperHero's powers are his wealth and fame
in the shadows super powers can be weakened
by thieves,moths,rust
Don't Gear when a SuperHero has fallen
less it becomes your Kryptonite
and you trip over your own cape.
The strength of a SuperHero's custom is not in silver or gold
but in the strength of a good name.
There is only one invincible SuperHero
He conquered death at the cross
To rescue Humanity from the hands of a villain
The name of this SuperHero is Jesus The Christ
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo
July 6 2014
Stephen J. Vattimo, 12 june 2015
Wild flowers
They spring up to life,in the field where The Creator plants them
They are nurtured buy sun ,water,and feral soil,
They proclaim the glory of the artistry of their Creator
They grow and multiple until they reach their glorious peak
They wither,and fade into dust and are no more
All is orchestrated by the Creator's hand
Wild flowers
Artists praise your beauty,and try to capture your glory with paints on canvas
Farmers detest you presence ,and toil to remove you from the soil
For in their eyes you are nothing but a weed that competes and hinders the growth of their valued crops.
Wild flowers
Man is like the wild flower of the field
They spring to life in the world where The Creator has placed them
They are nurtured and blessed from the helplessness of infancy to the glory of adulthood by the hand of The Creator
Some grow to have families ,some grow alone
Some grow toward the Son of their Creator,some grow toward another in darkness
They all reach their peak of their glory,
Then they wither,fade into dust and are no more
All is orchestrated by the Creator's hand
Wild flowers
In the soil of some people's hearts a relationship with a wild flower was cultivate,and appreciated for it beauty.
In the soil of some people's hearts a relationship with a wild flower was uprooted and valued as a weed that competed and hinders the growth of their dreams .
Wild flowers
Relationship are like wild flowers
They will only live,grow,become a thing of thriving beauty,if we nurture them.
When a wild flower fades and withers away their is no seance of singing it's praise
If we didn't do so while it was alive.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
June 7, 2015
Joe Breunig, 11 june 2015
O Lord, I know and see that I’m powerless
to fight against circumstance’s mountain;
meet needs; anoint me with oils of gladness
as those, who mourn -before God in Zion-.
Rest Your mantle of praise upon me now;
allow me to recuperate my strength and sing
mightily of Your goodness, grace and mercy.
For You alone, dominate my heart’s strings
with the knowledge of the scarlet thread,
that binds my Life’s existence to You;
enlighten my spirit with more of Your Truth,
insuring that enemy traps… I will eschew.
Give me ‘beauty for ashes’, soon and suddenly;
from my sadness and hurt, I will have victory!
I will never possess a spirit of fainting,
since I’m His child, on a spiritual trajectory
that insures my ability to overcome troubles.
Avoiding bitterness from my experiences of pain,
I’ve felt the healing force my soul required-
found alone in the power… of His Holy Name!
Author Notes
Inspired by:
Isa 61
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 11 june 2015
I wonder why each woman
does want to control, regulate
and order her man about
as if the marriage is something
that tells her that she can
but in moments of disaster and strife
she does return to be a normal kind of wife.
Satish Verma, 11 june 2015
Blaze on the horizon was spreading.
No peak was left green,
time was running out.
Courier had left without a message
carrying cyanide capsules,
to kill or get killed.
My grey sky stuck with silent clouds
will wait for the stars.
The bride will leave under the shade of shine.
Serum was darkening
its milk of poison.
Blood was thinner than water.
The buried silence was turning
brown with pain.
Bruises had outraged the words.
Milena Sušnik Falle, 9 june 2015
Shranjen spomin,
v zapeljivo trajnih
gubah časa,
pušča sporočila,
kot veter v drogovih
šelesteče sledi.
Na izrazih podob
medli koprena ,
nedoločljivo blaži;
pred zankami pozabe,
ujeda minljivosti,
daljave posti.
Odpira skrinjico
zanosnih stvari;
kaljena v skomin
snuje videnje
ohranjenih noči … svitov –
nešteto zamaknjenih vezi.
Zamišljeno nostalgijo
opoteka omejeni svet,
postanek v njem žubori,
kot izvir samotnega potoka,
ki v nobenem letnem času
ne zaledeni.
Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija
Gert Strydom, 9 june 2015
I have witnessed lightning
hitting a big tree
and thunder I have seen
coming down on its own
and I wonder if it's presence,
true nature and makeup is truly known?
Satish Verma, 9 june 2015
This world was too much.
in him.
Sometimes he wanted
to go insane.
(He was talking to himself).
He cared too much
of things and people around him,
but it splits
like a dry pod, the life,
in throes of running
to save a falling seed.
Yields his whole earned silence,
starts turning the pages
of a soiled book
lost in the attic of grief.
angelique, 8 june 2015
There is a place where bad things happened
People know it by name but choose not to say
The events that happened there can make one saddened
A place where many waked past day by day
The name of this place is unspoken of, but never forgotten
The settlers here call themselves oakies
They were the ones that taunted
And made the eyes of the tortured smoky.
Man wanted more
So people had to leave
To where nobody was sure.
The men did not care, consumed by all of their greed
So these people were put in a line and told to walk
To their new homes they were told they’d find
By men with guns they’d be mocked
They did not know that this walk would lead to their demise
So these people walked and walked till days end
For weeks and weeks with no break
But no matter how hard they cried, the men’s hearts would not bend.
Starvation and exhaustion would cause them to break
And the people watered the flowers with their tears.
And the people watered the flowers with their tears.
angelique, 8 june 2015
Big man who has
Light eyes
When it comes time to
Use the knife
Don’t worry for
I’ll still love
You,
Please go the place where we first met
Lie in the sand
Under the palms you hated
You’re wrong about everything for
It’s where the beauty lies
I will always
Love you,
One cannot deny the love we
Shared will go on
Forever, kisses
Will never fade for
You gave me
Everything and I’ll still love
You,
For I am at the fate of my own
Hands, yours are old
Scared, and almost as big
As you heart
For you
Have always stayed by
My side, in both
Good times and bad, you have
Never
Once left me alone , and I
Cherish our time together in
Each others arms
Throughout the night and the mornings that would
Follow
For I’ll always
Love you,
Man with light eyes please forgive
Me, for
When I use the
Knife, I’ll still love
You.
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