Gert Strydom, 27 november 2014
Love is
the things we miss
and yet its not just bliss
or something hidden in a kiss
but the simple kindness of every day
the small words and acts that we may
in the depths of the mind
do leave behind
or miss.
Gert Strydom, 27 november 2014
Winter
brought its own rest
and in the time of chill
when all was stripped to the core
you were very kind to me, and much more
when I was tired and somewhat ill
and loving has a skill
that at its best
restores.
Gert Strydom, 26 november 2014
You do
cross the tar road
and my heart leaps with pain
while I wish that you will remain
and the wind does jerk at your skirt, your hair
while to me you are very fair
and my emotions overload
and I love you
much more.
Gert Strydom, 26 november 2014
We will
meet each other
on a bright summer day
or in the chilly winter May
and all this great love between you and me
will be lasting eternally
and the things that bother
will fade away
with love.
Joe Breunig, 26 november 2014
Let your Life be a sacred garden,
planted with genuine, saintly seeds;
properly nurturing your crop daily,
yields blessings for personal needs.
Begin with three rows of peas:
“Peace” of mind, heart and soul,
for it creates a basic foundation
that leaves you healthy and whole.
Next plant four rows of squash:
”Squash” vain gossip, indifference,
grumbling and unwelcome selfishness
to reap real, spiritual brilliance.
Add four generous rows of lettuce:
”Let us” be kind, walk in His Love,
faithful, and patient with each other-
being reflective of the Kingdom above.
Follow with three rows of turnips:
“Turn up” for meetings, service
and to regularly help one another.
Not to do so, would be a disservice.
Finally, plant three rows of thyme:
”Time” for family, friends and others-
seeing that we’re really related through
our humanity, as sisters and brothers.
Sow your seeds often; water with patience;
prune and cultivate them with His goodwill.
By transforming into a master gardener,
the desired results, you’ll… eventually see!
Author Notes
Inspired by:
2 Cor 9:6-7; Hos 10:12; Gal 6:7; Luke 6:38
and the anonymous “Planter’s Guide”.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 26 november 2014
What was that inside you
which was not ready to accept
the compound folly of a man?
What worry do I carry tonight
to my bed?
An intentional leap into the very
fire of mind?
A virgin garden battles with a storm
It is ready to mince the words
for a carnal smell of poinsettia,
and I am going to lower the guard
from wrinkled eyes.
Like a thong around the neck
to obtain the tongue.
I turn towards the blood of game
global erosion of love and waxen defeat!
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 26 november 2014
You do burrow right into my soul
through every barrier that I have made
and when you are near
every resistance crumbles
and I see a kind of grace in your eye,
a kind of sparkle that entices and speaks to my heart
and with you time gets wings and does fly
as if to my life you are destined to be a part
and to you all kinds of resistance is weak
while your presence is driving me mad
and even the look, the expression of your face
talk without words
and have a serious reality to it
as you are in my pulse and in every breath
as if you are made to fit
to be a partner even beyond the limitations of death.
Gert Strydom, 26 november 2014
Pests like
Ebola, Aids, do strike
and crime is running rive
while in jeopardy is each life.
The great Day of Judgment must draw near
on the faces of people I see fear,
some do still live in bliss
the future is
unclear.
Satish Verma, 25 november 2014
Distance was increasing
in spewing rage.
I yearned for a solitude of desert
sand and rocks
away from musty tongues
and eros.
Counting my failed attempts
to reconcile with exits
and slant hopes.
Like an eclipsed moon
plying over the hill
to investigate a shorn lamb.
Plucking the hair from a beautiful scalp
to become a nun.
Arthritic river brings back the waves.
Unreachable was the crest.
Today standing alone on the summit
I watch the dropp with grief.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 25 november 2014
Like a thunderbolt from a blue sky
you came suddenly into my life
and now that you are my wife
there is great heartache in each goodbye
and day and night
I do miss you when you are out of sight
and when you are gone
I am alone
and this kind of love I have not known
before you did become my very own.
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