Bob Gotti, 14 november 2013
Many people just can’t see, the looming Truth of Eternity,
An endless time ahead for all, yes indeed, for every soul,
Every soul upon this earth, is here today, by natural birth,
Here for a time all will die; these are truths you can’t deny.
Many don’t give a thought, to what choices have wrought,
This, in the light of eternity, or even what life after may be;
Some have bought the lie, live merry for tomorrow we die,
Giving after life not a thought, as God’s Truth isn’t sought.
Only one life’s decreed by God, for beings on earth’s sod,
As He Decrees our last breath, the time that we see death,
This encounter will then lead, to Judgment, for all decreed,
Appointed to all by our Creator, Who is also man’s Savior.
Time on earth God gives us, so we may seek Christ Jesus,
Who paid the judgment for all, charged on us from the fall,
Reconciling God with men, when in Christ we’re born again,
Removing the sting of death, while giving us eternal breath.
You may not believe this friend, as all life on earth will end,
Our soul lives on eternally, but in darkness without Calvary,
Which, gave us Eternal Life, through the Lord, Jesus Christ.
Come to Him before the end; eternity with Him you’ll spend.
(Copyright ©04/2012 Bob Gotti)
Joe Breunig, 14 november 2013
O My Lord, there is no one vaguely like Thee,
Who has the ability to forgive me of my iniquity.
Failure to accept Your grace is a sin of pride,
since Your presence within me, can divinely reside.
Forgiveness is a powerful weapon for my wounded soul,
when I recognize that only You can truly make me whole.
Help me Lord, to rightly walk in love without hypocrisy;
help me observe the Christ - in everyone I meet and see.
Don’t allow poor, quarrelsome behaviors to rise up in me,
for ungodly uproars may create opposition to God’s decrees.
Remind me to be kind, gentle and tender-hearted to those,
who still suffer under the weight of sin’s deathly throes.
In the remainder of my days, I will continually confess,
that I’ve been cleansed of all traces of unrighteousness.
Despite my human imperfections, my spirit won’t be riven,
knowing that I am greatly blessed and… still forgiven!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 20:25-26; Acts 10:38
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 14 november 2013
I remember you in the white-hot sun
with rays flaming
when you die shake your hair out
near to the small pond
in which the blue sky and clouds were reflected,
with the oak’s trunk
where morning glories are climbing up
and similar we are tied to each other.
Gert Strydom, 14 november 2013
When I first saw you something happened,
in a long glance
our eyes met and the old world decayed,
our hearts did dance,
nights full of perfume, spice was on the wind,
some sweet romance
suddenly was between us, like red wine
your lips shined while you looked divine.
Satish Verma, 14 november 2013
wanted to send a call to me
sitting in a flowing traffic of life, a sinister,
sadistic happiness to see the disasters
coming home, in triangle of death,
for visitation of a nihilistic visual, the wedding
of taxidermal violence, at scope of frugal
clay, moulding the age of anxiety
because there were enough girls to be raped
and hunger was disconnecting the tribes
in camps, the bunkers were safe haven
for daunting, unremembered prodigal sons;
the vultures were dying daily,
you were outcast, a sleepwalker in dark,
confronting the boundaries of labiate palms
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 14 november 2013
wanted to send a call to me
sitting in a flowing traffic of life, a sinister,
sadistic happiness to see the disasters
coming home, in triangle of death,
for visitation of a nihilistic visual, the wedding
of taxidermal violence, at scope of frugal
clay, moulding the age of anxiety
because there were enough girls to be raped
and hunger was disconnecting the tribes
in camps, the bunkers were safe haven
for daunting, unremembered prodigal sons;
the vultures were dying daily,
you were outcast, a sleepwalker in dark,
confronting the boundaries of labiate palms
Satish Verma
Renato N. Mascardo, 13 november 2013
like yellow butterflies
turning over tip to twig
leaves are cartwheeling down
towards winter //
renato
wednesday 14 november 2013
Gert Strydom, 13 november 2013
When my darling comes to me
in the street jacarandas are flowering
and I can smell jasmine and gardenia on the wind,
when with her body for moments see astounds me,
and red candles burn romantically in the window,
a table is laid out with snacks and champagne,
while se covers my face with kisses
with the glance in here eyes gleaming.
Gert Strydom, 13 november 2013
(after Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
Wild and happy without any regret
are tears of joy,
that flows without any kind of despair,
without a ploy,
comes heartfelt but are indeed somewhat strange,
does not annoy
and does come flowing with each special thing,
when at times you do cry my dear darling.
As deeply astounding as the first love,
or body bliss
that is remembered after some time
a single long kiss
does convey a own intimate meaning
of what life is,
coming unexpected from your soft lips,
caries a true message along with hips.
[Reference: “Tears, Idle Tears” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.]
Satish Verma, 13 november 2013
perversity behind the orbs tilts,
scatters the fragile cohesion, a spectre
looms on the wrinkled face of an old tree,
the bee-eaters have flown away;
annual rings on wooden panels were defying the age
of smile on the mouth of bright doors
petitioning to the naked beams of body;
infusion of totality for antimutagens
of nude spiders weaving a lethal design:
the tender fall of deathless night on
forgetfull; I am ready to reach the bottom
of fear, bring out the poison for celebration,
unveiling the apes of tomorrow on the
black prints of dragonflies stumbling out
from golden words
Satish Verma
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