TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 5 july 2014
Assortment of colors,
Yellow outshining all.
Faces- old and young,
Ladies and Gentlemen.
Perhaps a ball is at hand?
Magnificent Wavy frills waist-down,
Shades of yellow playing hide and seek,
An ornamented gown,
Beautifying a charming Dame,
A Yellow peacock opens its tail!
Arms in lock,
Those fickle two eyes,
Searches where their loyalty lies,
Anxious to charm,
Or to be charmed?
Betrayed Attention,
In the stagnant air,
Of this ecstatic ball room.
Yellow intentions,
Gasping breath and already charmed.
Monsieur James Tissot,
Did you draw Madame Bovary?
Satish Verma, 5 july 2014
Between want and desire
few crumbs of words
will not satisfy.
Facts and perception
build a latticed smile
between tears.
Discreetly life catches
a miasm, a fault
to commit suicide.
When will the exile end,
of hope, a holy womb?
The stink was rising.
Amnesty for amniotic fluid,
fetus was dead
Godmother was crying.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 4 july 2014
Do I need to repeat bad mistakes
of judgment as the prodigal son?
Does shortcomings of Christianity
prevent me from having some fun?
Having a head filled with knowledge
and a restless spirit yearning to feel,
when I’m completely pulled unto Him,
how much of my true self is revealed?
Born into this earthly realm of sin,
I begin life already missing His mark;
falling short of divine perfection,
unto His voice alone I must hearken
to learn all of my spiritual lessons.
Aiming solely for His perfect will,
guarantees many, errant missteps
in acquiring Joy’s lasting thrill.
All of my personal gains are fleeting
and considered a loss before Christ;
only the gift of His Salvation is…
the worthwhile prize for eternal life.
Being found in Him alone, I’m covered
with His cloak of divine righteousness;
therefore, my fatal flaw is addressed
and hidden by Christ’s eternal holiness.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Rom 3:23; Phil 3:7-12
Hamartia: Fatal flaw leading to the downfall of a tragic hero or heroine
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Gert Strydom, 4 july 2014
In the heat of your body
in this winter I do find
warmth, escape and fulfilment of desire
and when the morning light somewhat shyly
falls through the windows
you are the sun in my universe.
Gert Strydom, 4 july 2014
Outside thunderbolt upon thunderbolt smash down
drawing flashing blue-white lines against space
during the dark night
and when the shower pours down
it rains for days without end
while the yellow grass suddenly gets green
and the first blossoms of spring
comes pink and white.
Gert Strydom, 4 july 2014
Although a great war rages on
between the forces of darkness and light
and many of my loved ones are gone
into the unending night
and life at times seems like hell,
even the smallest things do of God’s love tell
and of the morning when in glory He will come
to take all of us to an eternal home.
Satish Verma, 4 july 2014
Your absence was left beside me
for the white salt,
unsolicited, unbroken wants.
Asking to return
the dried roses
pressed between the pages of talking book.
Counting only the dying fireworks
the hissing sparks,
left in the unwrapped bones and skin.
In my solitude I reach your smell,
your lips still warming my vessel,
my drink.
Vindicating the tarred hurts,
the never name,
and twisted lyrics.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 3 july 2014
At dusk when the weavers frolicked in the back yard
and were picking at small crumbs and seeds
some were yellow and others red
and I did imagine
that again as a child
I was playing at the march
but the darkness of the night came quickly
and suddenly the back yard was empty
with the fireplace of the neighbour
blowing a cloud of coal smoke into the air.
Gert Strydom, 3 july 2014
Your mouth did open softly under mine
where you stood close to me,
the crickets sang a song
where we were watching the stars
and I did wonder if other people
were also just like this caught in a moment
and around us there was the darkness of the night.
Gert Strydom, 3 july 2014
My Lord, I do not anymore ask the things of a child,
not even to find prosperity
but that you keep my whole family
tightly against your chest.
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