mvvenkataraman, 17 may 2016
You try, you must try
That is the only way
To reach so high
And gloriously stay
When you die
All must for you pray
And together sadly cry
Respects, all will pay
If love is in your eye
If mercy, you display
You create a lovely tie
Everyday is your day
If you say never a lie
Driva anger ever away
Say to anger so good-bye
If for it you turn a prey
Can't save you even Sky
To keep away from dismay
You ask the question- Why?
Your doubts, you convey
Never fear or feel shy
Love all without delay
Love to none, you deny
A kind word you ever say
To help all you always try
For month you say 'may'
Doubt none by being a spy
Tell not at any time, 'I may'
Your firm mind, you imply
Go only on the right way
Affection, you kindly supply
For you is devoted this lay
View it not with a sigh.
mvvenkataraman
Gert Strydom, 17 may 2016
I am afraid, my Lord divine,
that a life of constant trouble is mine,
that most men do part from Your ways
and do not see the way where Your glory does shine.
In this world of constant chaos You are the omnipotent deity,
the only one who set men from their troubles free
and yet evil brings this world closer to the Judgement Day
while all peace and rest is only in Thee,
while by science men try to prove that You are not
and a twisted, distorted view of You they have got
while with mercy and love You do offer restraint
and do not destroy, devour or remove the lot
while You do possess immortality,
are from the evil ways of this world free
and selfless love is in Your eternal plan
while You do dwell in infinity
and are trying to save all the descendants of man.
Satish Verma, 17 may 2016
And now the pain wants me to speak,
the words, but I wanted to listen
like winds and keep back the thoughts.
I refused to move from the scene.
God was bleeding
and his dolls were strewn around
on marble floor
broken, dismembered.
No tree was safe now.
The sky had cracked,
off the light. I cannot reach.
The dark thing shoves in,
from a precipice, I am falling,
falling!
The pomegranate blossoms?
Where are they?
I am not afraid of a terrorist.
I fear more of the shape
of the humanoid eyes
they are red, very red!
Satish Verma, 16 may 2016
Nothing to look forward
I return my gifts today.
Completely denuded I will spread out in emptiness.
I was nowhere in the circle of untruths,
the pain was slipping inside
and self-denial took its toll.
Nomad in exile
for the kiss of unknown
wandering in whispering streets.
There was no more remorse.
Saffron was the choice of pathos.
A collective suicide of pledges in the sun!
Parallel grief of desert and wind
offers the plundered toast
I drink to my parched lips.
Renato N. Mascardo, 15 may 2016
sunday afternoon
robin
is strutting in
the backyard back and forth
round and round like a high-strung
cadet
blue jay
mourning dove and
blue jay are eating grain on
the grass side by side uncaring
sharing
a soft
piano piece sneaks
out of the stereo on
this day it's good to be back home
again//
renato
sunday 15 may 2016
Joe Breunig, 15 may 2016
The anger in them rises
cause they’ve lost their inner Light;
gone are their chances for Love;
so they rail against the night…
without an understanding.
When blinded by defeat’s grief,
they lash out with their hatred.
Jealous of your victory,
their vitriol is blood red-
stuck in misunderstanding.
Serve Christ and His Kingdom, while
covered with His holiness;
please Him during Life’s routines;
shine brightly with Righteousness.
Live your Life with Faith’s branding.
Wear holy armor each day;
let your joy attract the lost;
revel in Faith’s contentment;
remain grateful for The Cross
and show Love’s understanding!
When you really consider it,
there’s no reason for a debate;
Love doesn’t justify itself,
seeing that… haters gonna hate!
Author notes
Inspired by:
Prov 9:7-12; 1 Tim 6:6
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Talat Jehan, 15 may 2016
A girl with deep beautiful eyes.. Deep as ocean, beautiful as sky..
A girl with pretty smile.. Beautiful curve on her face..
A girl like a open book.. Whose every page is worth reading..
She is far.. But still too close
She remains quite.. But speak a thousand words.. Through her silence.. Through her eyes.. Through her smile
She is like a breeze .. Fresh and gentle..
A girl with a crystal heart.. Clear and full of love..
A girl who is sincere.. Innocent.. Yet alone but cheerful and full of life..
Gert Strydom, 15 may 2016
Beyond computer screen they sit
with missiles aimed and primed
and are waiting on that moment
to on command turn keys simultaneously
to unleash somewhere on earth the fiery hell
that man has built
but the days stretch on and on
and run into many years
and might to eternity go
or in a great bright flash
the moment may come
to extinguish every living thing.
Satish Verma, 15 may 2016
It was the hiatus
that underlying silence
of which I was hearing the voices.
There was nothing left to be said.
I wanted to levitate in void
to unlearn what I understood.
Why the distance interpolates
between the guilt and acceptance?
Leaves are falling in different colors.
Time avenges, burns the grass,
the lips, the retina,
the black walls and white numbers.
Inner peace will return
On the ashes of fallen trees.
Life will resume another journey.
Satish Verma, 14 may 2016
Distance was increasing
in spewing rage.
I yearned for a solitude of desert
sand and rocks
away from musty tongues
and eros.
Counting my failed attempts
to reconcile with exits
and slant hopes.
Like an eclipsed moon
plying over the hill
to investigate a shorn lamb.
Plucking the hair from a beautiful scalp
to become a nun.
Arthritic river brings back the waves.
Unreachable was the crest.
Today standing alone on the summit
I watch the dropp with grief.
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