Scott Clark, 9 june 2014
The dreary days of yesterday have gone about the morrow,
while we dwell in this fine day lets forget about our sorrow.
Satish Verma, 8 june 2014
It was a mid night knock.
A cloud laden sky
had sent a message.
The moon was trembling
like a collateral pain
in the blue.
I had not slept the night,
if I could bleed.
A toddler had drowned head-on
in a half-filled bucket
and some rodents had sheared
away the toes and ears of a sick child.
You give me hurts, for glassy eyes.
The claws on my neck,
I can hardly breathe.
The severed paws and intact canines
of a skull morph into a roaring beast.
There is no water in my eyes.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 7 june 2014
He resumed walking with the sun
propelled in river of fire of blunt red
and striking yellow to resonate with the pain of her,
who sleeps on the thighs of a temple tree.
The vibrations still follow the echo of forgiveness,
a shadow of palm rises on white wounds.
The snoring of blood letting winds break the
bones crisply, on the jealous shores.
Where was the need of sharp edges to slice
the heart? The words spilled on the table
like blood curdling bats. The candle light
turns black with a guilt.
Small gods are weeping inside the tear
scorched eyes. Somebody prays for the fallen
monuments of tongues and bullet killed bells
of tributes. Stars started hiding their faces.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 6 june 2014
(after Breyten Breytenbach)
When the sun sets I wait upon my sweetheart
after office hours
to drive into the yard
from the gym
with the eyes of her car
cutting with searchlights around the corner.
I do embrace and kiss her
when she gets out of the car
while the stars gleam high up in the sky
and I am infatuated by my beloved.
I bring a hand full of flowers
of which the fragrances hang glorious around us
to my love
while the big old yellow moon
scrutinize us from the heaven.
[Reference: “herfsaand” (Autumn Evening) by Breyten Breytenbach]
Gert Strydom, 6 june 2014
To you my unborn child
I will learn the songs
and read the poems
that tells about the honour of this nation,
I will teach you a national anthem that is trampled,
songs of praise to the omnipotent God
and tell about a people over whom God holds His hand
and if later you want to emigrate
to another land
and live under another flag
and have an antipathy to being an Afrikaner
then you will by your Afrikaner ethos know
about people that had been true
to their country and to God
and there will be no renunciation in you.
Satish Verma, 6 june 2014
O flamingo, your pink is fading.
Pick up the spirulina, it was caste-based.
It hits there, where it hurts more.
You were chasing, standing on one leg
salt was dwindling in the lake.
The stink unlike you is going to stay.
I am learning the hard way, the
blue island of ice is staying with a thread.
A sweet flesh comes from the mountain from other end.
Whose gold was melting now?
Sucking the milk tinged with blood?
Breasts are shrivelling in monoxide.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 5 june 2014
Ongoing failures of the Church to act,
will guarantee the sure success of evil;
for faith without works is… still dead
and visible today is spiritual upheaval.
The internal chasm between the members
of both sides -the presbytery and laity-
must be bridged with faithful cooperation,
girded with policies that last permanently.
Even today, God is quietly waiting on the Body,
while the unsaved are queued up for Hell.
Individual Faith is a person’s responsibility,
but the Great Commission impels us to tell…
others about God, His Love and Christ’s Salvation.
After 2000+ years, The World has not misunderstood.
A final solution is required and not yet in place-
each of us must desire to… overcome Evil with good!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
James 2:14-26; Obad 1:11-15; Gal 6:7-9;
Matt 5:45, 28:16-20
All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is
that good men continue to do nothing -Edmund Burke
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 5 june 2014
What does it help to ask
every priest, pastor, elder and deacon
to pray to God,
when God hears the prayer
of anyone that comes to Him?
Or do people think
that God is blind and deaf
or do demand one or other gesture
or act
before He does hear?
Gert Strydom, 5 june 2014
(from Abelard to Heloise)
I can never forget
your words of love, my darling
and those words
do stay constantly with me
and sometimes I dream that you are in my arms,
that you lay spooned against me
but all that I now have got left of you
are your precious letters
and although I am lonely,
sometimes feel extradited
It’s your love
that carries me through the lonely nights
and there is nothing more that I ask from life
than to see you again.
Satish Verma, 5 june 2014
A skylight begins the apartheid
in ironed out differences.
At the shores skulls have reappeared.
Blue flames were eating away the green carbon
of the dying giants. Fake photosynthesis
was canning the skimmed breeze in books
and encapsulated euthanasia was available
over the counters. Eyeshadows were hiding
the dying grace. Tempest would go for a classical dance
only. Counting of heads had begun. Price hike
of black arrows would decide the fate of a nation.
Hunger was writ large on cheekbones of
roaming rocks, shining the landscapes.
The chorus spreads like eau de cologne
over the solitude of my homeland.
Satish Verma
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