Joe Breunig, 11 june 2015
O Lord, I know and see that I’m powerless
to fight against circumstance’s mountain;
meet needs; anoint me with oils of gladness
as those, who mourn -before God in Zion-.
Rest Your mantle of praise upon me now;
allow me to recuperate my strength and sing
mightily of Your goodness, grace and mercy.
For You alone, dominate my heart’s strings
with the knowledge of the scarlet thread,
that binds my Life’s existence to You;
enlighten my spirit with more of Your Truth,
insuring that enemy traps… I will eschew.
Give me ‘beauty for ashes’, soon and suddenly;
from my sadness and hurt, I will have victory!
I will never possess a spirit of fainting,
since I’m His child, on a spiritual trajectory
that insures my ability to overcome troubles.
Avoiding bitterness from my experiences of pain,
I’ve felt the healing force my soul required-
found alone in the power… of His Holy Name!
Author Notes
Inspired by:
Isa 61
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 11 june 2015
I wonder why each woman
does want to control, regulate
and order her man about
as if the marriage is something
that tells her that she can
but in moments of disaster and strife
she does return to be a normal kind of wife.
Satish Verma, 11 june 2015
Blaze on the horizon was spreading.
No peak was left green,
time was running out.
Courier had left without a message
carrying cyanide capsules,
to kill or get killed.
My grey sky stuck with silent clouds
will wait for the stars.
The bride will leave under the shade of shine.
Serum was darkening
its milk of poison.
Blood was thinner than water.
The buried silence was turning
brown with pain.
Bruises had outraged the words.
Milena Sušnik Falle, 9 june 2015
Shranjen spomin,
v zapeljivo trajnih
gubah časa,
pušča sporočila,
kot veter v drogovih
šelesteče sledi.
Na izrazih podob
medli koprena ,
nedoločljivo blaži;
pred zankami pozabe,
ujeda minljivosti,
daljave posti.
Odpira skrinjico
zanosnih stvari;
kaljena v skomin
snuje videnje
ohranjenih noči … svitov –
nešteto zamaknjenih vezi.
Zamišljeno nostalgijo
opoteka omejeni svet,
postanek v njem žubori,
kot izvir samotnega potoka,
ki v nobenem letnem času
ne zaledeni.
Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija
Gert Strydom, 9 june 2015
I have witnessed lightning
hitting a big tree
and thunder I have seen
coming down on its own
and I wonder if it's presence,
true nature and makeup is truly known?
Satish Verma, 9 june 2015
This world was too much.
in him.
Sometimes he wanted
to go insane.
(He was talking to himself).
He cared too much
of things and people around him,
but it splits
like a dry pod, the life,
in throes of running
to save a falling seed.
Yields his whole earned silence,
starts turning the pages
of a soiled book
lost in the attic of grief.
angelique, 8 june 2015
There is a place where bad things happened
People know it by name but choose not to say
The events that happened there can make one saddened
A place where many waked past day by day
The name of this place is unspoken of, but never forgotten
The settlers here call themselves oakies
They were the ones that taunted
And made the eyes of the tortured smoky.
Man wanted more
So people had to leave
To where nobody was sure.
The men did not care, consumed by all of their greed
So these people were put in a line and told to walk
To their new homes they were told they’d find
By men with guns they’d be mocked
They did not know that this walk would lead to their demise
So these people walked and walked till days end
For weeks and weeks with no break
But no matter how hard they cried, the men’s hearts would not bend.
Starvation and exhaustion would cause them to break
And the people watered the flowers with their tears.
And the people watered the flowers with their tears.
angelique, 8 june 2015
Big man who has
Light eyes
When it comes time to
Use the knife
Don’t worry for
I’ll still love
You,
Please go the place where we first met
Lie in the sand
Under the palms you hated
You’re wrong about everything for
It’s where the beauty lies
I will always
Love you,
One cannot deny the love we
Shared will go on
Forever, kisses
Will never fade for
You gave me
Everything and I’ll still love
You,
For I am at the fate of my own
Hands, yours are old
Scared, and almost as big
As you heart
For you
Have always stayed by
My side, in both
Good times and bad, you have
Never
Once left me alone , and I
Cherish our time together in
Each others arms
Throughout the night and the mornings that would
Follow
For I’ll always
Love you,
Man with light eyes please forgive
Me, for
When I use the
Knife, I’ll still love
You.
marielle, 8 june 2015
how could he
leave me?
how could daddy leave me?
he was supposed to be my
best friend forever.
he was supposed to take
pictures with my at my first prom,
and walk me down the aisle
when the time came.
he was supposed to scare off
any boys that came around,
and protect me from whatever
life threw at me.
how could
daddy leave me?
why would he do that?
who’s going to take naps with me?
who’s going to take my side when
me and matty fight?
who’s going to let me eat
spongebob mac and cheese
and oreos for dinner?
daddy wake up
let’s go
let’s get out of here.
let’s go to the little store
down the street.
you can get me those big gum balls
that i can barely chew
because my teeth aren’t strong enough yet.
daddy.
how could you leave me?
daddy please.
wake up.
what am i going to do without you?
i need you.
marielle, 8 june 2015
it feels like i’m drowning.
like i’m being sucked down by an
undertow
and the weight of the waves
becomes too heavy to stay afloat,
and continue fighting.
my head was once filled with
smiles and laughter
and has now been consumed
by darkness,
and no matter how hard
i fight,
the current is stronger.
i can feel myself getting pulled
down
faster and faster,
but no longer resist it.
i let it take me down
because i’m not sure what’s worse;
The current below me or my inability to swim.
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