Satish Verma, 18 may 2014
Under the tree of learning
of another life, the primitive father arrives.
Casts a spell of wisdom, between sorrow and death
with a speck of tears in circle of beings.
But a rain-soaked serpentine path leads to a ravine.
A talisman reignites the fear of unknown.
Panic grips the roots, branches, green-leaved hopes.
Cambium stops working, cutting the flow of nutrients.
The lady of darkness descends on the boulders
of truth, piercing through the layers of light ruffling
the winds of change.
Devotees splatter the red wine on the cupped palms
of priest and ask, who was responsible
for long life of knife. No reliable intellectual
wants to become a bartender.
Nobody dares to play the Realpolitik.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 17 may 2014
You are dying inside me,
my little god.
I am awakening after a long pause.
The forked hazel wand
does not bend back, perched on a buried treasure.
I am disembarking from divining.
I stayed without body, nervous;
like aspen leaves trembling at slight doubt,
hearing footfalls of dew drop.
Fear of old fear arrives again,
when the seeds begin to explode
in the womb of a fallen tree.
For the spoken word, sting in the tail
becomes star-struck. Death zone enlarges on black
pyramid. Conscience is on its descent.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 16 may 2014
My Lord, faith is a path
that spirals up to You
on which at times I do stumble and fall
and then do get up again to head on.
It is much more than only to know that You do exist,
It’s to know that You do want to and that You can
and that You do want only the very best for me
and it’s difficult to become selfless like You,
to lie down my own will to You and for others
and sometimes I do struggle to understand
how my life does still fit into the world
and sometimes it’s as if I do look into a mirror
to only see what it does reflect,
just to see how my own life looks
without the power to look further on
but love has got the ability
to hope and to trust
that at all times You do know the best.
Gert Strydom, 16 may 2014
I asked God for a wife
and then you came
to fight for me and pray with me
and together to cry and laugh
and to understand
without any words being said.
Satish Verma, 16 may 2014
A fugitive slice of moon
was preparing to leave.
From nothingness, tiny thoughts
flew out like moths.
I was watching the fall of night.
The wisdom kills nowadays.
Everyday a scandal breaks out.
A child cries endlessly. I might say
for a logic. Her mother had hanged
herself from a ceiling fan.
A celebrity enters the fluid world of pain
talks to the visionary goddess. Impatience
was coming to be. Grabs the wounds,
does not talk, prepares for the funeral
of human spirit and walks away with hawthorn.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 15 may 2014
Blessed are the mild and long-suffering,
for they alone shall inherit the earth;
their happiness and contentment comes…
from only understanding their Godly worth.
Not worried about accusations against me-
my Lord continues to defend His children.
My Lord is the eternal and heavenly advocate
and His Blood overcomes all affects of sin.
Real meekness… is strength under control,
while gentleness demonstrates self-constraint
in the midst of trying, difficult circumstances
and walking in genuine Love without complaint.
I’m able to endure any, ungodly responses,
when acknowledging my dependence on Christ.
I will eventually receive the comfort of God,
from standing on His promises… for my life.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 5:5; Phil 4:12-13
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 15 may 2014
There are many things in life that bring heartache
and sometimes when I talk to You it feels as if I am not get through
as if only the four walls and do hear me
but then unexpectedly Your answers do jump into my way.
Gert Strydom, 15 may 2014
While walking in the winter twilight
rain pour down without any lightning
and there is a curtain of rain and fog
that folds tightly around me
with a chill gnawing at my jacket
while few people dare to go outside.
Around me the world is closed and grey
while the waves crash and break constantly
and I see you lonely standing at the big wharf
while water hits foaming, breaking in anger
and you fade away for moments in the mist
while few people dare to go outside.
I wonder for what ship you are standing waiting
where you do not regard the coldness, the fog and rain
while you stare away past the most distant horizon
where the water gleams dark and ominous
and the rain does soak my clothes wet
while few people dare to go outside.
Stephen J. Vattimo, 14 may 2014
Modern Philosophy
Pet Psychiatry
High Technology
These entities become the demigod
We have place our country under it's authority
Father
Son
Holy Spirit
The God our nation crawled after
For protection
For provision
For guidance
Our nation grew up
It was nurture
It was blessed
It progressed
Then at a Opportune time
The Destroyer Of Nations whispered deceitful words in our ears
That diluted our minds
with the thoughts that all our blessing were from the works of our own hands
That poisoned our heart against God
We became un thankful
We became disobedient
We filed away God with all the methodological deities
We erected new alters to worship our new demigod of
Modern philosophy
Pet Psychiatry
High Technology
The blessing of our demigod on our nation are
Destitution
Depravity
Regression
desperation
Salvation for our country is only one step back
Turn back to The God of This countries youth .
Written By Stephen J.Vattimo
October 26 2013
Gert Strydom, 14 may 2014
My Lord, if I do forget that Your law
do express Your character and love
let me then still experience Your grace
and give me the fixed faith of a child
although I am blinded by the darkness of my own sin.
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