Joe Breunig, 4 may 2017
Although both literary academia
and the Biblical scholars have
largely ignored my poetry, I’m
not worried, nor concerned; it
could be an outward indication
of their sad, spiritual anemia.
In order for Faith to be present,
an acceptance of Christ must be
evident within one’s life; critics
will always have their opinions.
Perhaps their ongoing silence is…
a sign of unacknowledged consent.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Rom 8:7
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 4 may 2017
Knowing that I’m loved by God,
it’s easier to dismiss fears;
I’m no longer dismayed by the
onslaught of troubles; years
of doubt are behind me, since
it’s clear that I’m upheld… by
the righteous hand of Yahweh.
My trust is in Him and I rely
on His many promises; His Word
watered the spiritual seeds,
that He had planted within me;
and now, this poetic bleed
of Faith is expressed, as I…
share my devotion for Adonai!
Author notes
Inspired by:
Psa 37:23-24; Isa 41:10; Jer 17:7-8
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
George Krokos, 28 april 2017
Out of all the things in our world we find
love is verily of the most sought after kind.
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George Krokos, 28 april 2017
It’s hard to be positive when so many things around seem to be going wrong
but not being negative demands a degree of optimism which has to be strong.
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George Krokos, 28 april 2017
Nobody can do for you what you really can or should do by yourself
so don't go running either here or there or turning to somebody else.
There are certainly some few things that are only for each individual to work out,
all we need is the inspiration to motivate our will into action which is hard without.
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George Krokos, 28 april 2017
When you do your best and it just isn't good enough,
then life for you dear friend must be somewhat tough.
Sometimes we need to put in an extra effort or do a bit more,
with our whole mind and heart involved we can open the door.
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George Krokos, 28 april 2017
You are in the world but aren't really seen
and exist there behind a hidden screen.
Whatever that is seen no matter where
can't look back knowing that You are there.
You stay hidden in Your secret place
and look out at everything in space
that is known to be forever changing
which is why it's very wide ranging.
You come and go when the time is right
and avoid being seen in one's sight;
not wishing to reveal to them who
are thereby in the body caged too.
You remain out of all the limelight
that is at times so dazzlingly bright
where other people will not see You
yet from within all You do look through.
You have assumed many an identity
which are all shadows of One Reality,
thus displaying in Your imagination
all the vast live universe and creation.
You have to return to your pristine state
when people go to sleep and aren't awake.
This follows that very well known course
of all things which go back to their source.
You keep a low profile in the background
so unwilling there to be known or found
by quietly minding Your own business
as the unseen observer Consciousness.
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Satish Verma, 21 april 2017
Traversing atopia
I am touching your belly button,
to find the remains
of ancient connectivity.
Was that good-
asking for a nasal approach
to the golden incense
of a sleeping Buddha?
The faith crumbles at
the feet of a groping figure.
A falcon tears away the pink
globe, drinking the falling nectar.
Unzipped, a Venus now opens
the secret of a murder. The
dismembered parts were strewn
around over the surface of moon.
steve, 19 april 2017
The sun won't shine without you... the nights are twice as long...
And I'm just lying in the dark... wondering what went wrong,
The sky's no longer blue... the way it used to be...
And even when the stars come out... it's just too dark to see,
The truth is.. life without you... hasn't been the same...
I still break down every time... someone says your name,
I can't pretend the pain away... it's just too hard to do...
And I can't forget the way it was... I've never wanted to,
Our friends won't come here anymore.. they don't know what to say...
As I keep the curtains drawn uptight.. and stay in bed all day,
I pick up all the pieces.. and say that.. "it's all good"...
But it's just a lie to cover up.. how I've never understood,
The sun may rise tomorrow.. but it's just another day...
For nothing in this world makes sense.. since you went away.
Satish Verma, 19 april 2017
Holding the thought before it
is born. Let the void become
pregenant first-
and it starts raining.
It was a serene melting
point, when I accepted the price
of giving away. I will not
take any mantra, any hand.
A perfect blending with
unknown; to put back the
sea in a bowl. Even the cloud
will enter into a blade of grass.
No faith. No ritual. I believe
in roving dust, which makes
the stars, the blaze, and
the brilliant light.
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