Gert Strydom, 22 october 2013
The blackbird of the night
covers the sky
and it’s rather dark
as if the stars are dim
and on this night some are gone
and there’s something electric blue
in its colouring.
Maybe the feathers
of a white breasted crow
with some clouds here and there,
some would say
or something more menacing
than a type of raven
is tonight in the air,
like a vulture
or some kind of giant eagle
with huge ripping claws,
but to me there’s lightning
that I see reflected in its coat
with blue-white bolts
flashing down suddenly
and later when the rain is gone
the sweet notes of a songbird
is in the air
and maybe the bird
in the sky tonight
is a very special one
that only exists in my mind.
Gert Strydom, 22 october 2013
Outside something sneaks around during the dark moon
and it comes nearer and nearer and stands still
when the voice of a child calls in the distance
and I imagine it’s already on the porch.
At the window I see red eyes gleaming,
it looks as if something from hell wants to climb in,
I hear it walk around the house
and it pushes and bumps against the kitchen door.
The yard is full of fear and him
when in terror every child wants to run away
but evil comes nearer and still nearer
and a kind of alarm comes with him.
Outside there is the smell of sulphur and fire,
in the distance a bell counts off midnight,
somewhere a woman yells from pain and fear
and suddenly everything is silent and it is pitch dark
when only a shadow moves past
and disappear into the depths of the narrow alley way.
Satish Verma, 22 october 2013
Bearded face still looks from
the severed head, in timeless gaze
after the spitting blast. A nimbus cloud
is lobbed on the tormentor to stop burning;
the silver urn contains the daisy sick
to wean away the enemy of tender shoots
of tall trees. Blue mercury is wildly oscillating
like boneless mast of sunken ship.
The avenger of younger cyclones, we lost
our grains in high noon on towring houses;
the rivers changing the course to submerge
the golden bells of masses and white flags
a new born is not lifted from the dust, a time
tries to become bodiless in a glassed dome
touchless, smell less, only skulled myself
in mutilating mud of black tapestry.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 21 october 2013
With you I want to make eye contact
and then I want to love you,
want to massage your back and feet
until al of the love cards
in Cardies makes sense,
and every love song
has a secret meaning for us.
Gert Strydom, 21 october 2013
How difficult it’s sometimes
to decipher the codex of your heart
and at times when your eyes catch mine
its if sunshine and deep truths
hang in their depths
but sometimes I see something else
which I have difficulty to fathom
when your eyes keep longing.
Sometimes it’s as if our love
and I am precious to you,
as if nothing can disfigure our love,
as if you look at me with a comprehension
that already comes for ages
but at other times
the deeper meaning of our love is disguised
and then I wonder
about what I am seeing in your eyes,
about that which bounces in the bell of your heart
but in the language of love
I will try and talk to you
and look at you and catch your eye
until all of our dreams are similar
when I find comprehension
for the wonderful things that remain unsaid.
Satish Verma, 21 october 2013
Do not want to foresee;
the unknown me. On the tip
of tongue a stunted silence with singularity
sits. Me and my lantern burn
in dark. Thumbs down: the compact
seeking in failed state alters the future generation.
A reverse pain flows out of sunken
eyes. The perpetrator of bloodbath
wants forgiveness from the toddlers.
This side of a shadow, on the other bank,
a rustic river throws up a stabbed body
of a sailor. Another prologue for the sinking ship.
The rats grumble, bite the dead child of
sunlight. The sky bares the candid toys
of velvety jinx, the robots taking over the throne.
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 19 october 2013
It is not getting any better, my friend, as we could soon see the end,
The end of God’s protective grace, with the despotic leader in place,
For leaders now abandon God, deceiving many with a deceitful nod,
Saying that what’s wrong is right, turning to darkness instead of light.
Against Truth, they continue to rail, as dark ways they want to prevail,
To propagate their darker attitudes, amongst the deceived multitudes,
As a darker agenda leaders peruse, using their rhetoric that’s not true,
Falling in line with that big lie, to oppose The God who reigns on high.
By leaders a darker agenda is perused, while the liberal media is used,
To cover up darker deceptive ways, as the leader receives their praise,
Keeping the multitudes in the dark, regarding their future which is stark,
With no protection for them ahead, leading into a darker future instead.
Politics and media walk hand and hand, as the Leader takes his stand,
To bring darkness into the nation, while destroying its very foundation,
Holding back on the truth to be told, as this leader the masses behold,
Thinking he conveys political truth, while only leading to God’s reproof.
Straying from the Lord for so long, the delusion in this nation is strong,
Deluding leaders to wickedly rule, as they lead like that proverbial fool,
Governing as if there is no God, but, they’ll definitely see His Iron Rod,
As He judges all the moral corruption, as we reach our final destruction.
(Copyright ©10/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 19 october 2013
All men on earth need God’s Truth; His Word is all we need for proof,
For in God’s Holy Word we read, God’s Eternal Truths we must heed,
Future judgment is in store for all, decreed by God, from Adam’s fall;
Lord, man’s destiny is all but two, one being in Hell and one with you.
All souls on earth have a choice, that’s to follow God or man’s voice,
That is follow God’s Holy Word, or man’s opinions that you’ve heard,
Both will lead to one’s final destiny, but two different places eternally,
Both with a changed body my friend, determined by your eternal end.
Everyone, while in their present life, must come to know Jesus Christ,
As He’s the only one who can, accomplish the desired change in men,
The change, which after they’ve died, is into an eternal body, glorified,
As He changes man’s present mortality, into a future, immortal eternity.
Neglecting Christ, for your views, shall bring you bad, not Good News,
That Good News is He’s done it all, to save all souls, from Adam’s fall,
Refusing Christ maintains separation, with The Living God of Salvation,
Friend, not only for just a short spell, but, an everlasting eternity in Hell.
Refusing God, come your last breath, you then, will enter eternal death,
Given a new body, that will endure, eternal separation, you can be sure;
The Lord today is on His Throne, that choice is yours, and yours alone,
Believe before your last breath, to receive Eternal Life instead of death.
(Copyright ©09/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 19 october 2013
God’s Truth is all that matters, as we climb corporate ladders,
This, as we work in this world, where many views are unfurled,
All the secular views oppose, the Truth of God that we chose,
To follow our Lord, Jesus Christ, in every pathway of this life.
When we reach that higher rung, different songs may be sung,
By those who influence us, others, who know not Christ Jesus,
All who lead corporate matters, as we climb corporate ladders,
So, as we climb we mustn’t wavier, as a witness for our Savior.
As God’s, we can’t compromise, His Word of Truth in our lives,
Everywhere The Lord takes us, we are Ambassadors for Jesus,
Guided by God’s gracious hand, in God’s Truth we must stand,
From our home to a workplace, we are guided by God’s Grace.
We’re to spread Truth everywhere, so His Gospel we can share,
This as we stand in God’s Light, in a world where wrong is right,
So not to forsake our obligation, to God’s Truth and Revelation,
While we desire others to see, changes He made in you and me.
When we accepted His salvation, Christ made us a new creation,
To be for Christ Jesus, with our life, The Savior’s living sacrifice.
No matter where are employment, it’s there by Him we were sent,
To be about our Father’s business, being for Him a true witness.
(Copyright ©09/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 19 october 2013
Though by illness my life is rent, I am mindful it’s only a tent,
I speak of this body of mine, my temporal body for this time,
Though my outward body perish, my life in God I can cherish,
As inward I’m renewed by God, for life above this earthly sod.
My body may fail on the earth, but, my life is in my New Birth,
Now a member of God’s Family, I received promises eternally,
Knowing on earth we all may die, real life starts above the sky,
In a place, prepared by Christ, where we begin our Eternal Life.
Our bodies are temporal friend, for this earthly life has its end,
An end indeed we all will see, and then there will be an eternity,
The end won’t be the same for all, as we are under Adam’s fall,
And some at their last breath, will see not eternal life but death.
However, in Christ I have hope, when in times it’s hard to cope,
As this present cancer impedes, my present life with its needs,
My Lord God is always there, helping with each need and care,
Helping me trust in Him not me, as He prepares me for eternity.
For me there’s only eternal gain, but my life He too can sustain,
Extending my life, as a mortal man, if that is within God’s Plan,
So He would allow my present life, to continue on with my wife,
That we may both depart together, to live with our Lord forever.
(Copyright ©09/2012 Bob Gotti)
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