Joe Breunig, 9 october 2014
Is there no possibility of catching Heaven,
when my heart is one of your throne rooms?
If I really desire to be part of Your family,
can faith rise with the scent of holy perfume?
With risk, stubbornness and daring, I read
Your Word, having great expectations of You.
I’ve been tantalized, optimistic and wanting-
Your Presence in my life… to burst through!
In pursuit of this spiritual dream on Earth,
I strive to continually better my relationship
with the Godhead, the One Who deeply loves me;
so teach me Lord, all aspects of Your Sonship.
Application of Your principles in my journey
requires that my heart, spirit and eyes see.
Author Notes
Inspired by:
2 Cor 2:14-16
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 9 october 2014
From the sky it swooped down shrieking
completely black
with a white patch at its breast
gazing with small black intelligent eyes at me
with feet stretched out
and four claws on each
opening and ready to close around a branch
during the landing
but I was sitting on a bench in a park
with the nearest tree
twenty meters away
and it landed on a wooden spar
of the bench’s backrest
right next to me
and sitting upright it said: “hello”
amazing me with the greeting
and looked curious
at the slices of bread
that I was eating
and it was obvious that it wanted some.
Gert Strydom, 9 october 2014
I drift on the wind
eying the world,
looking at things passing beneath me
and the whole sky is clear
stretching out blue and in the distance
changing in its hue
and I revolve watching for prey
hanging high, gliding almost endlessly
until suddenly finding it
and drop down at lightning speed
with the sun covering me,
materialising right upon my target
and with great skill
with outstretched claws and sharp beak
I make a perfect kill.
Satish Verma, 9 october 2014
They were counting the bullets and bodies.
The severed limbs were twitching. Sometimes to go back
to their owners,
but the faceless torso selects a bush to hide the remains.
The leaves are falling on the make shift home of death.
It is time to know
who will judge the color of oozing blood?
Red, brown or black? ?
In rapt attention I can see a carnivore
without carnality there is a beauty of kill
a splurge of energy and game.
No hate, no envy, no greed.
It is not violence! It is nature! !
What you are doing with a charred face?
Changing the features of earth?
A little bit here, a little bit there
My tears will tell the tale.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 8 october 2014
When the sun rises
the children already want to rollick
but you are still asleep
and very far from being ready.
Glued to the mirror
with your DD-breasts to your own glance you are too fat
while you regard yourself in a painfully small bikini
where you have got a perfect figure.
On the beach I rub suntan oil over you
where you sit under the big umbrella
and every man observes you
while you watch everyone from behind sunglasses.
Every afternoon we have lunch in a restaurant
where you do enjoy seafood and the children some steak
just at the edge of the beach
and you do regard the holiday as miserable
even when we drive out to some places
and the children want to stay at the sea eternally.
Satish Verma, 8 october 2014
Eight kisses of death and I am alive
My chest is still bleeding
Come brother, come,
stitch my wounds.
Whom shall we believe, rebirth
or life after death?
Both are study of wasteland.
To speak through angels is difficult these
days and prayer has run
out its charm.
I want to swim with octopus
again,
to test its suckered tentacles.
The envy of ocean cannot stop me.
Tonight the burning candle is going to live.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 7 october 2014
The kettle hisses like a life snake
with steam evaporating, almost burning my hand
while I am pouring the hot water into two cups
and I do not remember
if it’s Joko or Five Roses,
(it doesn’t matter anyhow)
and I put the kettle down
but before I can put some cream or milk in
you cuddle me from behind
with your perfume, your body against mine,
your presence,
later is all that is in my mind
and sugar is added
before I press the teabags with a teaspoon
and stir both cups
and there’s something in the taste
something special when your eyes
tell me that you do enjoy that cup of tea.
Gert Strydom, 7 october 2014
The waves comes rushing from the sea
they brush against me
licking my toes, touching my feet
and there’s something sweet
in the light sea breeze
that frizzles through my hair.
Washing in and out
the foam comes back and forth
where you stand
to me like Eve
but dressed in black a designer bikini
and the light in your eyes
is brighter than the clear blue sky
and the sun twinkles
on your teeth that shines more pure
than pearl
and some might call it love
if we could give expressions
to the feelings of that which are between us
and to me you are lovely
as if sent as an angelic being
to act out some of God’s great mysteries
and while you smile at me
the hissing sea, the blue sky
and your presence
brings utter joy.
Satish Verma, 7 october 2014
He was very thin, half naked, one arm
broken, glasses cracked.
Early morning an owlet will land over its head
And give a long hoot.
The bleary eyes will look down non-chalantly
on browsing goats at its feet. I will see a twinkle
in the eyes.
A cave man, or Buddha! I loved your brazenness
cat walking alone on the spiky path of truth,
drinking goat’s milk and raising cotyledons
of guiltless faith.
Post-traumatic, I squeeze your feet.
Any reincarnation in future? Any divine intervention?
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 6 october 2014
Tonight I try to remember
how it tastes to kiss you
and the sensation
when tongues braid around each other
and the soft caress and heat
of lips upon lips.
Tonight I do miss you
but yet you are here in my heart and you fragrance
is caught in my thoughts
and I try to forget how much I do long for you.
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