Gert Strydom, 9 december 2014
I miss
your pretty face
and I truly do miss you
but together some sparks do fly
and apart there is a big emptiness
and yet we do perfectly fit
as if meaning is lost
when you are gone
from me.
Satish Verma, 9 december 2014
For cloning of small gods
you took out the kidneys, lungs
and stomach, from slain truth’s
body. My bête noire, the lies.
Do you smell the stink? You make
yourself, you are not your id.
The urge to take a flight was very strong.
Groins aching for the heroic jump.
Legs amputated, the tragedy, swims
like a fossil truth in the sea, under
the layers of centuries.
Man has not changed, cheated of the death.
Gert Strydom, 8 december 2014
(after William Shakespeare)
To have the power to hurt and not to do so
when you yourself receive blow after blow
is a Godly kind of virtue, a grace beyond grace
when in adversity someone does colours show
and sheer wickedness is on a face
as an action done nothing can erase
and to have pity, to jump to conclusions slow
is with normal mortal man not commonplace
and not to act at someone else’s expense
holds a divine kind of excellence,
when he or she is running riot over you
and to be fair and great and good in every experience,
to be constantly to the omnipotent Lord true
is something that a God fearing person does do
[Reference: “Sonnet 94 They that have power to hurt and will do none” by William Shakespeare.]
Satish Verma, 8 december 2014
The tears have washed my sins.
Taming the dead,
I start a vivisection
of myths.
I take an impromptu walk,
go inside my weaker self,
abandon the pretention
and come face to face with the fear.
No portrait, no symbol,
no map was needed.
I was going to open a locked attic
to liberate the imprisoned past.
O colossus,
O my golden bird,
my sun baked grief has ripened
in ruins of desires. I am free.
Satish Verma, 7 december 2014
Your insistence to become
something, to overstay existence
was not fair.
On a row of white shrouds –
holding innocent beings,
death was walking barefoot, crying.
Between farewell and stupidity,
staccato, shooting questions to life.
What was the need for this achievement?
Fear was turning you against me,
to abandon the peace. Truth cannot be repeated
again and again. It becomes a lie.
No body knows how to bury
the deception. It is still dark.
Who was seeking the light?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 6 december 2014
Let me douse this flame
with tears.
My nightingale will sing no more.
Ringed by dragons,
I decide to tie knot with a tempest.
When the birds start dying
the frightened choir becomes dumb.
I wait for the butterfly effect:
the thought was deeper than pain.
Tension arises. I see the face
of a moon. Bound but free.
My security starts a guilt. It was immoral.
The forgetful, yellow bones of
a thin father, with a gift to fathom
the flute, takes hold of the wind.
Satish Verma
peter haley, 5 december 2014
My eyes awake to a cloudless day ,weather man says rain's on the way
The day's gonna be a good day,I dont care what they say
I refuse to let the day ,start with a frown
Damn there goes the bread,landing butter down!!
I get into the car,not long out of bed
Thinking greenlight,greenlight ,Oh no now it's red !!
Now I just noticed the lights were left on
All of the night now the batteries gone !!
I rush and I rush and run down the street
And miss the damn bus I had hoped to meet
Calm down and be positive I will get the next bus
Got no money,all in the car left in all of the fuss !!
Not to worry I will just go back home
Just to see float past me was my garden gnome
I remembered the bath ,the warm one I.d run
Forgot left the tap on ,now look what I've done !!
When I turn on the T.V. the adverts are on
Well that's not a problem the electrics just gone
Ring,Ring !! your works had a gas explosion and blew it all to bits
With positive thinking ,I'd have been there!!, and that would have got right on my tits !!
( a little bit of negative can bring a little bit of positive)
me ...Peter haley
Satish Verma, 5 december 2014
There was a belief in street sense
for an extended purpose
of fire-eating.
Shadow of past was condensing
into future.
The ascending serenity had pockmarks.
Meeting your assigned killer,
in a dark alley for forgetfulness;
earth was ready to disown you
and the warriors were waiting
for an ambush.
But you wanted to enter the no man’s land of understanding.
There was a suicide
from the edge of a rock. I am.
Eyes were swelled with tears,
washing the feet which were immersed in flowing blood.
They hunted for the bones
to built a golden throne.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 4 december 2014
Will I remember you voice,
when silence has come to all your words?
Will I recall your face,
your lovely inquisitive gaze
when age has set its mark
and the look in your eyes is dark
and meaningless?
Will I yearn for the warmth of you next to me
when you can barely walk
and your body is bent crooked
by the passing of time
or will pain and utter silence destroy
that part of our love
which still does remain?
Will I remember your quick wit
when there is no more of it
and meaning has turned to senselessness?
Will you know me still
when at the doorway of death you are ill
and beat me futilely with both fists
and then wrap your arms around my neck
when in rage no answers come to you?
Or will you walk out of my life
and forget that you are my wife
and live on in emptiness
in a world without heartache and strive
while I do love you still,
do comprehend whenever you are ill
and even if others think that we are lost
I am willing to go beyond the bounds of mere will
if only you want to be mine.
Joe Breunig, 4 december 2014
A double-minded person is unstable in his ways,
caught between opposing opinions of indecision;
he is easily tossed about on the oceanic swells,
forgetting that Christ provides the provision
of calming the violent seas of personal storms.
For He alone possesses the sacred, eternal wisdom
that enables us to divinely live lives of victory,
as we “stand in the gap” on behalf of His Kingdom.
We can’t expect to survive- this cold world alone;
each day we’re dependent on God’s fair supervision;
He will make sure that our boat is afloat, protecting
us from all danger, twists, incidents and collisions.
He’ll purpose to keep us covered with perfect peace;
we’ll remain in one accord with no personal rescission.
All nonsensical misery and strife will promptly cease;
He’ll keep providing us guidance, love and provision.
Author Notes
Inspired by:
Jam 1:6-8; Luke 12:24; Psa 84:11
This a collaboration with Pat H. (from GS Poetry).
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
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