Satish Verma, 11 july 2015
Life invades the truth.
Who cares?
The night was thin,
my eyes will search for stars.
Now pain travels,
backward from a smile?
A myth unfolds the terror,
of infinite tomorrows,
an escape from the eternity?
We will die,
only in our separate truths,
united by untruths.
Picking our poisonous arrows,
worshipping our griefs,
an invisible hand unclothes our past.
I ask myself was it the spectre,
fear of extinction?
Death will not shout,
it comes quietly.
Death by cancer or cirrhosis,
it comes sailing.
We were already dying,
without our clones
like a deserted wasteland,
with lethal seeds.
Gert Strydom, 10 july 2015
That there is a time of rest for all things
I did realise when the winter of life did come
but still Your great and true care does remain everywhere
and not even a hair of a human being is lost
and sometimes a person does wonder about life without Your knowledge,
while at the onslaught of destiny a person stands astounded
but now in my years of early old age
there is even in the decline a kind of meaning,
while it becomes clear to me that Your plans do work better,
that You do continually go in advance on the way and do make provision
as Your care and thoughtfulness does come first
but still man is constrained to his own insight and wisdom
but when the outcome comes I do realise Your great love
in a world where rebellion, nemesis and heartache does reign.
Satish Verma, 10 july 2015
How to begin
the journey of truth?
it was moving away from all paths.
No concrete answers were there,
questions loomed large,
a moaning confusion reigned.
I moved inward,
to open the door,
I had to talk to my poems.
A beautiful truth,
hangs on my thoughts disempowering.
Engaging the years, of twisted happenings.
It cannot be rude, must be palpable,
must be soft, like cactus bloom.
Never turning,
away from heat.
This repetition of reality,
always helps,
I may not listen to the voice,
of the other side of faith.
But the chaste words,
surround me with dignity.
Joe Breunig, 9 july 2015
Shadows of shame, exist in darkness,
but are not concealed from my God.
Ungodly behaviors can never be hidden,
from Him, Who is omnipotent, omniscient
and omnipresent; Truth can’t be overridden.
Shadows of shame, are easily dispersed
by Jehovah’s piercing Light of Truth;
when looking to Him for assistance,
one’s face will become radiant with joy
from acting with loyalty and persistence.
Shadows of shame, contradict God’s desire
for us to operate with spiritual transparency.
Begin a new work in us today and everyday;
Consume the darkness of sin within us now,
since You O Lord, are the Light, Truth and Way!
Author Notes
Inspired by:
Psa 34; John 14:6
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 9 july 2015
From a distance I hear the thundering roar
where the mighty Zambezi falls down a ravine
hissing with vapor rising just like steam
and it’s a sight that I have never seen before
a creation from the hand of the divine
while on the river eagles turn and scream
and I come to wonder at the significance of life
while I see the greatest sight
and clasp the hand of my own wife
while a river flows with all of its might
and at times every human being is just a speck
on the great canvas of the universe.
Satish Verma, 9 july 2015
An evening primrose glides,
on my rough hands.
I pluck a laugh from the lips,
of a parched face.
It knows the meaning of death,
kissing the pink eyes.
Of the lost fidelity
and the innocence of the dying sun.
How to tell myself,
you are not coming.
Gradually the house,
will go back to its still air.
The white ants,
will draw a pattern
on the stale books.
The traffic of private tears,
will begin to move.
The truth is a happening,
with all the little gods.
I demand nothing,
only pink rose buds, of early winter.
There is no one to know,
that weeping grass,
keeps me touching,
holding my toes.
Anthony DiMichele, 8 july 2015
they are at the parade by now
after noticing the time
little numbers
that adjust the sunlight
to the waiting corner
getting the box of shade
the chairs lining main street
where the sharks feed
were bait for the initiated
with the kids following along
too late
for me
I rise before dawn
Anthony DiMichele, 8 july 2015
the birds in the trees and a wind chime
in the slow breeze
that is exceptional in muting
our talking
quietly
the jaws relax
we float together on the flying moment
silenced and willing to go on
further into the day's magic
stolen by the theives of our days
and we feel we are stealing back
what was ours all along
*
Anthony DiMichele, 8 july 2015
I see many points of light in the dark night
fires in the void
as if the void loathed itself
a white wash in a black hole
I too would call
it from inside it
no
no message
I call again
and again
just for laughs
and their echos
*
Anthony DiMichele, 8 july 2015
I love you shamelessly
and quietly
directly and immediately
here and there as you come and go
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