Gert Strydom, 9 february 2015
Love is like a gentle smooth pond
and then life comes with its cares and pain
and love's ripple effect spreads far and beyond
and like drops of pure rain
It brings life and your shadow falls next to me
and the pond's surface does reflect you
and life with its complexity
seems far away and our feelings seem true.
Satish Verma, 9 february 2015
Walk with me, till moon rises
on the griefs of the dark,
and the tongue tastes the pain of centuries.
On the erected dome
when the golden leaves start a flame
which throws up an image of a prophet.
My nightingale was giving a call
of a very sad tune, on the death of peacocks -
but for the poisoned feed, they were dancing.
A green pride has no ambition now,
roses were wilting.
Fever was rising in the roots.
Do not give it to me, my award.
Could I have shut up like a fame
when my house was being ransacked?
Satish Verma, 8 february 2015
The dazzling star
went through me.
I was undemanding
from dusk to dusk
hurting myself, not anybody.
Time to meet my twin,
to set he black on orange.
My guilt, my fear, my foreboding.
Let go off, my sap in the twigs,
fruits were coming down.
Under the guise of innocence
eruptiness entered into non-thought.
One by one snakes unrolled
with black eyes, under the succulent breasts,
the black poison clapping the pink lips.
The dirt was spreading
on the hands of unborn children.
Their eyes searching the seeds.
On dark beads of mother.
Father had been killed in a cave.
Satish Verma, 7 february 2015
Small things were
witness to genes
of freak mutation.
Tooth in eye
becoming boat in blindness.
Witch hazel
fails to stop leakage.
Thumb with beads of lymph
stung high in stillness,
wants to peel off
the concept of injury.
A brace
stops the smile.
Blue-chips have nothing to offer.
A king had hemophilia.
Timbers drip the blood
from heartwood
dropp by drop.
Joe Breunig, 6 february 2015
What are we really looking to receive?
Is it: Money, Fame, Success, or Promotion?
Secret lusts of the heart create problems;
are we willing to risk, His Salvation?
Living to get things will never satisfy;
without proper priorities and pursuits,
righteousness, peace and joy isn’t obtained.
Knowing your identity in Him, His fruit,
mercy and grace becomes obviously evident.
Seeking His face will insure that His hand
remains open towards those desiring Him.
However, are we doing what He had planned?
Are we delighting ourselves in Him alone?
Are the goals of God, something we discuss?
He always should be the King of our Life
and the Kingdom that is… inside each of us.
Author Notes
Inspired by:
Rom 14:17; Psa 37:4,145:16
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 4 february 2015
One final leap
from high solitude
into city of dusk,
takes you to presence
of charred remains
of a fallen god.
A housewife moves in the kitchen
to prepare a farewell dinner
for the encounter of fatal descent.
A paranormal parting
to comeback to body of truth,
as you pick up your words.
Space odyssey in eyes,
palms folding,
to receive the punishment.
No complaints, no grieving
conclusion of foregone stopping.
A line will start from a dot.
Satish Verma, 2 february 2015
Sometimes I will interplay
the secrets:
faded rose in a book,
a distant star spelling out
your name.
When I go, will you come
to my home?
Hold my eyes wide open
and become my iris?
I wanted to see the innocence of a sin.
Black stone on a white belly
petrifies the womb.
Maniacs were dancing on the petals
of marigolds.
A mauve revenge
Petit mal holds the sanity
of defeat.
Pheromones will decide the gender
of a flat chested angel.
Each thorn was crying.
John, 1 february 2015
I wish to stand next to you looking down at a lake while the reflection of the stars and the moon shine upon your face..... Standing next to perfection
John, 1 february 2015
I am like her Jake Ballard to her Olivia Pope
Together we walk in the sun
You wear a white hat and I'll be your white knight
Protect you from every creature that walks in the moonlight
My heart
My love
My soul is bound to you
Even though we have not jump the broom
I am physically and emotionally married to you
If only I had someone to prove this to
John, 1 february 2015
Wish I had a girl to fall asleep in my arms as we both fall asleep im dreaming of you caressing every inch of your body outlining every crevice and every curve kissing your lips slowly and passionately it feels like around us the world has stopped we are the king and queen of Persia and we hold the sands of time but then I wake up and you're still sleep I did not wake you I kiss you on your forehead look to the sky and give GOD a high 5 for sending me perfection in my life then she smiles in her sleep saying my name with I love you at the end
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