Joe Breunig, 24 september 2015
Joy comes to us, when we have…
a clear direction for our life.
Staying on the right path means
walking by the Light of Christ.
When following His divine course,
comfort is found in His Presence
and eternal pleasures are at hand,
for a lifetime of sacred pleasance.
The Kingdom of Heaven is akin to…
buried treasure, hidden in a field.
There’s a great expectation found
in the promise of what it may yield.
Do you know the track meant for you?
Has your secret prize been revealed?
His upright children receive both grace
and glory, since He’s our sun and shield.
Know that He has a plan to prosper all,
from thoughts of peace and not of evil;
He wants us to succeed, with His approval
and not suffer from spiritual upheaval.
Author Notes
Inspired by:
Psa 16:11, 84:11; Matt 13:44; Jer 29:11
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 24 september 2015
Again I was giving chase
to a mirage.
Wiping off the transient thoughts
oozing from every orifice,
I will sell my dreams today.
Limb by limb,
the naked and brute will buy
the bonanza.
For a lost scent
I wandered from moon to moon
flitting past the sky of doves,
and the lonely winds
of crowded griefs.
The trampled earth
will not soak the joy of burning sun.
The tree and the flowers,
and the seeds falling in a heap
went unnoticed.
Now I will go in the forgotten hills
through mist and rains.
Give me some more pain,
it makes me move faster.
Gert Strydom, 23 september 2015
While the light of day does cease,
still outside many trees are blossoming
in the serene beauty of this early spring
but nature at this twilight has some peace
before the time of danger does increase
when nightly predators take to their wing
there is activity in the smallest nocturnal thing,
that hunts and feed and breeds with ease
as life comes to greatness in large and small
as every living thing is in a way special
in this time of new birth and change
and it’s as if the blessings of God fall on all
and even in things superficial
the entire world His hand does rearrange.
Satish Verma, 23 september 2015
Deep lies the truth, unfathomed,
you cannot touch it.
Crossing the faceless matrix,
do not reach the level,
reasoning flattens the spikes.
On sand, elixir falls
like drops from awakening.
Arising from sorrow,
mustiness fills your eyes.
This was truth or untruth,
two strokes of madness,
wedged between night and sun.
Silence becomes an eloquent speech.
Each day brings silly
statements wearing artful masks.
Commentary on a vision fails.
Right versus wrong.
The conents of conflict always
linked the fear with poverty of a Being.
The involuted self uncurls
a scheme of war with a big world.
Now the smiles catch
a butterfly to immitate the colors.
Gert Strydom, 22 september 2015
Tonight when you did come lie down next to me
it was if I did smell the fragrance of wild field flowers,
in the darkness I could differentiate your perfection,
and you were the most beautiful flower
while your eyes did gleam emerald-green,
and I could feel your heart beating,
while it had been a enchanting evening
while the rays of the moon fell over your face
and beamed as if you were holy,
while we both did know of our passion,
did know of the deep bond
that our love does bring and you did lie comfortable
against me and I did touch your soft skin
while we shared the intimate hours of the night.
ratnakar d mandlik, 21 september 2015
Riding the waves of sorrow
Gliding through imagery
In pursuit of salvation
Flies a poet's imagination.
Bearing brunt of the legacy
Almighty's gift in inheritance
Absorbed is the hermit in a trance,
In poverty too keeping him cozy.
Omnipresence through inheritance,
Omnipotent command over words,
The lord in celestial kingdom
Trades dreams to humanism.
Long live the dream merchant
And his fountain of joy to us enchant.
Poet: Ratnakar D Mandlik
ratnakar d mandlik, 21 september 2015
Cursory glance of a wwilliwy dame
Pierced the heart and it did tame
Embodiment of valour and too brave,
A thunderous jolt to him it gave.
The chieftain ruled over the clan,
Bravery and prudence were the coins
Coveted by him alongwith celebacy,
Acquired from mentor, in legacy.
Service of humanity was his goal,
Strived for the same his inner soul.
Banished he had selfishness and greed.
In service of humanity joy he derived.
Gone with the wind were his resolves,
By her glance and a seductive Pause.
Poet: Ratnakar D Mandlik
Gert Strydom, 21 september 2015
On this early summer evening
outside the fish and chips shop I stop
caught by the serene colours in the sky
of the setting sun, the hues
of yellow and orange flowing into pink,
the clouds hanging white
somewhat like patterns
or connecting pieces of a puzzle
against the dark and light blue sky
with rays shining through
giving brilliance to them
as if falling in spotlights
or in broad bands at places
with the sun finally becoming
a small glowing ball
just here and there
appearing through open patches
of the now darker clouds and sky.
Satish Verma, 21 september 2015
Learning something about
a cause with remote effect
you will have a soul
connective to the body.
Near the end of the home
lies the river of fire.
Time to bid goodbye
to blind walls
and enter the arena of lashings.
It was difficult to unremember.
The mind rambled and you were chewing
the kiss of death.
Time traveled in circle,
dealing with fear.
I waited for the space, to widen between us
to breathe forgiveness.
Nothing stirs the waves.
The water reflects the elegy,
a poem for the trapped one.
Nostalgia for the brood,
the age gives way. Half aloud
the evening settles under the covers.
Brute claws kill the span.
ratnakar d mandlik, 20 september 2015
Not failure, low aim is crime
Big bangs too produce unique chime.
Blank can not a life,s canvas be
With ample strokes of pains n glee.
Youth may pass nurturing aspirations,
Intensifying in the run all the emotions.
Hard earned knowledge may come to rescue,
Compelling to accept disillusoned ash,s residue.
Joy n sorrow, elation n agonizing pain
In which He has soused life of human.
Birth n death, two definite destinations
Opposite though are their own Celebrations.
Life is worth living inspite of all such odds
For the human, loveliest incarnation of God.
Poet: Ratnakar D Mandlik
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