Stephen J. Vattimo, 10 april 2015
Jesus frees
If you will believe
Cast away your wondering around in your dark past
Start traveling along His lighted path
you will see that Jesus frees
If you will believe
I started my journey as a black sheep in the fold
always rolling in the wrong direction
So I was starved for affection
I was abandoned by the fold
Instead of hanging me from a tree
They leave me in a dense dark forest
In the care of the hands of the wolves
The Father to the Fatherless closes the hungry mouths of the wolves
He safely lead me back to my fold
Though I try to roll in harmony with the fold
I could not win their affection
I recieved their rejection
Because in their I eyes I was still the black sheep of the fold
They curioused me out of the fold
They thought I would never be a successful sheep
They thought I would roll in the direct of a pig
Spending my days wallowing in the mud
becoming nothing more than a dud
My journey would end on a heap pile of crud
I once again was abandoned to the dark dense woods
The home of the hungry wolves
I found the woods were cold with rejection
No flames of affection to warm oneself by
Blinded by darkness ,for there was no hope to provide light
Wandering around lost ,for there was no direction
Then The Father to the Fatherless
The Good Shepherd
Called out to me
He said," You don't have to be lost any more."
"Join my fold."
"I will never neglect you."
"I will never reject you."
"I will never eject you."
"Cast away your wondering around in your dark past."
"Come let Me make you a new creation,old thing are done away with."
"Let Me guide you along the lighted path of abundant life. "
" For I am Jesus, I have come to set you free!"
" If you will believe you will see."
Written Stephen J. Vattimo
Oct 04 2014
Gert Strydom, 10 april 2015
Today I am your darling and your hero
who does accompany you everywhere,
maybe a man with fame and money
that who pays for a holiday at a hotel
and even in your dreams you do see my face
while my hand rests upon your side
and you are bewitched by the words that I say
by the wild passion in each kiss
when your blood flows wild
in the loving between us
where our lives are growing to the most beautiful dreams
and you do discover every thing and part of me
but how will you feel in the days of old age
when hardship or illness may come unexpectedly?
Satish Verma, 10 april 2015
Tryst with nano was like burning in hell.
Headless body of truth,
turning into invisible particles
flaunts an absent God.
The mist envelops a rag picker –
sleeping on the payment.
Hunger fresh grown will be served,
when sun rises.
Indelible ink an yellow pages
bearing the burden of unborn grief
inherits this globe, the ashes
of burnt out words.
Joe Breunig, 9 april 2015
You Only Live Once,
is an idealized concept,
fashioned by the foolish
and selfishness of heart.
Choosing to be self-deceived,
living under a false impression,
they hope that Jehovah’s grace
has been divinely imparted…
allowing them to operate without
constraints of accountability,
responsibility or personal decorum-
while lacking regard towards others.
Within this social, earthly plane,
our temporary encasement of flesh
serves as a reminder that we remain
as Mankind’s sisters and brothers.
Until God’s preset configuration
of my soul’s timer quietly expires,
I’m living today -mindful of Him-
with Faith’s fullness of color!
Author Notes
Inspired by:
John 3:1-21
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 9 april 2015
Trying to follow truth
his journey was nightmarish.
Alchemic fusion with past and future failed –
his bowl was still empty.
In the inner space
a largesse, free of present,
becomes the pain of perfection!
Now what to do next?
More afraid of life than death
he tried to manage the fear,
the futility of becoming somebody,
the nihility of ripening in celebrations.
In the darkness, an eye looks
beyond the stars, at timeless silences
of hope, waking, slits of dreams
like lasers, creating new designs.
randolph valeza, 9 april 2015
Without you is my moonless night
No shines, no light and its not bright
Wishing that you'll always by myside
That we'll be together like till do as apart
Having you as a friend, you are my inspiration
To be with you at the end would be a great destination
But there is one problem that block this dream
I dont have a courage, for my feelings to scream
Be my beat to my song so there would be life
Be my like an earth core so I can be alive
All I wanted to do is to be with you
But it seems that it just cannot be true
No more no less and its just to be there
Where our friendship is what should remain
It may be sad that I choose to be a coward
But I'll try to move forward with this friendship over love
Cat's in the cradle, 8 april 2015
The brightness of daylight highlights my fears
The mask I wear might be revealed
The darkness of night brings dread
The shadow puppets play memories from my head
The wisdom of time reek havok on my mind
So cruel and unkind I need to unwine
Cat's in the cradle, 8 april 2015
My tortured mind sores through the sky
Sarching the ground for a safe place to land
Once on the ground I can't seem to stand
My mind spins with constant confusion
I wonder around like a drifter
Knowing not where to go
As I look to the future I cannot forget the past
I try to fly again but constantly fall to the ground
Like a flightless bird I can only dream of what used to be
Cat's in the cradle, 8 april 2015
Raindrops hide my tears
Songs on the radio play my fears
I know I'm not the first
It feels like the worst
My heart is about to bust
I am forever cursed
Salvatore Ala, 8 april 2015
for Kenya
The cries of hyenas are human cries
The teeth of the lion are human
Jaws of crocodiles are human jaws
Our blood changes into venom
We destroy our own young
We hunt the young of others
We smell slaughter on the wind
Why then consider ourselves separate
If we walk in animal footprints
Why number our tribes
If migrations end in murder
Why give a name to creation
If the same wild God destroys it
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