Gert Strydom, 2 september 2013
My darling, with what will I compare you?
You that look to me much prettier
than all the other flowers?
The sun that rises in the mornings
are much redder than any flower
but it’s as if you do radiate my whole world,
as if your rays comes right out of your heart.
Even the evening flower, the rose or gazania
are all insignificant in your presence
as if they are only images of you
and in deference I must admit
that I can find nothing
to bind to your beauty.
Satish Verma, 2 september 2013
Sky overcast, moon was sad.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
Who killed the bird in morning rain?
Ashes were sent to the lake.
A hidden slaughterman did not die.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
The good old name now spells the doom.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
I will call you in pitch-dark night.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
Ascending gods have ruined my life.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
A child was stolen from a mother's bed.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 1 september 2013
A crooked slanting moon
shifts the eye
comes under the chaste tree
and washes the tainted
victory.
Wolves start howling
at the tomb of unknown martyr,
man-eaters recoil
on the sugar island
and talk about destinies,
A mourning crowd walks
repudiating the death;
one day nuances of an ode
will thaw the delta
in disbelief.
The Delphic attitude
of a translucent murder
narrates the wisdom of sadness
which cannot propel the
blood stained light.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 31 august 2013
prisoner of retribution,
he was buried under a salt lake,
elusive, his crotch,
not far from stings of wasps,
the blood spills,
he would wonder how to catch the truth
in black river,
wrapped in imperforated causes,
leaking with curses,
black conjugation of greeds,
with the grief unbuckling the grudges,
uncut wounds, festering under the skin,
the stink starts scything, he starts
folding the denials, in self praise
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 30 august 2013
Sometimes the august winds
abates at September
and the bells hang lifeless on the porch
while the silence echoes deep in you and me
but later when we are apart from each other
it’s to similar days that I do long,
to you with bells
that sometimes hangs ringing on the porch.
Gert Strydom, 30 august 2013
If you kiss me like this
we will find happiness
in tranquil devotion
and every day will be full of bliss.
If you eyes dwell in mine
in the way that you now are looking
every day will be a blessing
while it feels as if our love is something devine.
Satish Verma, 30 august 2013
prisoner of retribution,
he was buried under a salt lake,
elusive, his crotch,
not far from stings of wasps,
the blood spills,
he would wonder how to catch the truth
in black river,
wrapped in imperforated causes,
leaking with curses,
black conjugation of greeds,
with the grief unbuckling the grudges,
uncut wounds, festering under the skin,
the stink starts scything, he starts
folding the denials, in self praise
Satish Verma
Salvatore Ala, 29 august 2013
When everything is repaired with gold leaf
Good will shines brighter through our blood
Like a poem with golden seams or a living art.
So your favorite bowl shattered like the world,
Its pieces are still a bowl.
It could also be a more beautiful world.
Joe Breunig, 29 august 2013
Moving away from unholiness is attainable,
by modifying and monitoring your godless behavior.
Know that you’re called into fellowship with Him;
begin mirroring the traits of our blessed Savior.
For you can do all things through Christ,
who joyfully and faithfully strengthens His Children;
you have been given the necessary Biblical tools
for overcoming Life’s constant pressures of sin.
Turn away from impurity of thoughts and actions;
instead focus on Christ’s perfect righteousness;
find your identity now - in Him and His Kingdom;
remember that you’re always… called to holiness!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
1 Thes 4:7; Heb 3:1; 2 Tim 1:9; Phil 4:13;
1 Pet 1:14-16
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 29 august 2013
O Lord, I thank you once more,
for Your measure of faith in me.
I’ve made a decision of how to act,
regardless of what I feel or see.
I chose to release my faith three ways:
by praying, saying and doing what I should.
I trust You Lord to honor Your Word, while…
avoiding the silliness of knocking on wood.
Willingly, I step forward boldly with faith
through the wide doors of opportunities;
having consumed The Word in great quantities,
I speak firmly against Life’s uncertainties.
I have confidence in God’s perfect Love
and its ability to cast away unwarranted fear.
For Godly knowledge expands more quickly than…
the experiential accumulation of earthly years.
Using courage to press through mindsets of doubt,
I unashamedly confess my Lord’s Word aloud;
for it allows me to remain on a straight path
and kept separated… from the faithless crowd.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Heb 13:5; 1 Tim 6:6; Phil 4:11; Rom 8:31-39
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
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