Satish Verma, 19 april 2014
I collect the unknown fears,
better than the known.
Winds start a virgin dance
of reeds.
There was a music for a monk
I prepare myself
to run into the storm.
You are not, what you pretend to be
and I also don’t need to see the ugly inside.
Enigma for apology,
to erode the authority-
for which you carry a mask, to beat the truth.
Where and when we will meet
for interpretations? Sleep may bring
a quick death of a nova
unravel the secret
of a flying prayer.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 18 april 2014
Death will not listen;
still, the candle burns,
in blue dark
and sets free the sun.
Will you hold me tight
when I shed my identity?
I was going to start a silent prayer
for this earth.
I forget, that I always remember
the green pain
which lived in the bones of winter
when dawn was breaking.
Night settles
on secret thighs of shame.
I still smell the scent of blood
flowing from the lids.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 17 april 2014
Use the correct perspective,
based on God’s spiritual view-
for there will be Goliaths,
standing defiantly before you.
Know that you’re His child!
Anyone can be strong, when leaning
on his relationship with Christ.
Run into the battle speaking…
against the hostile opposition,
when the situation appears grim.
Acknowledge your sacred covenant
and your divine identity in Him!
Though the enemy comes against you,
your weakness in the time of crisis
can be transformed into holy strength;
use your God-given, heavenly license.
Never allow yourself to give up;
with endurance, outlast the devil.
Pray right away- without any delay.
Don’t stoop to his character’s level.
Despite mental and physical attacks,
overcome any confusion or failures.
Now finish your divine assignment
from our triumphant and blessed Savior.
Stay focused and confess The Word!
Ignore the claims of Satan’s rants.
Remember all of your past victories!
You can confront and defeat the giants!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
1 Sam 17; Neh 4; Eph 6:10-18
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Insomnia, 17 april 2014
Cigarette
spreading of smoke
between aspiration
is a writing desire
words are circling in the rooms
I'm putting out a bumper
I don't know what I should say you
still
in open window
I fire myself
and I would create so many books
when finish breath how
function in no mind state
Gert Strydom, 17 april 2014
With the setting sun
our dog has puppies
and gets five of them under a bush
(perfect tiny Jack Russell’s)
and I leave them as the evening comes
not wanting to disturb her
where she is covering them
and in the kitchen I am washing dishes
are moments away from the television’s dim witted rush
and I hear you, my darling, laughing
and that sound seems sweet in my ears
and although I do not understand
the complexities, heartaches and miracles of life fully
I feel lucky to be your man
and in the distance the turbines whine
at the Impala Platinum Refinery,
the siren of a train rings into the night
while lorries and cars rush past on the highway
and although our finances are tight
life is beautiful and it’s really great
and the dishes are washed and dried and packed away
and I return to you
and are away from the cold world outside.
Satish Verma, 17 april 2014
Man becomes a bee
assaulting a rosebud.
Death, do not punish for unlived years
when Budha was sitting inside me.
At center stage a dance begins
wading through salvia and absinthes.
The soil craves for the roots,
lake was not deep enough to sail.
Stem cells resume the debate
tapping the amniotic fluid.
Salt lick becomes lethal in midnight syndrome.
It was a tall claim.
The beards hang in rows, testing
the impatience of the system. A line
of funerals becomes longer, on burning beach,
where god and beast meet in dark.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 16 april 2014
The sky is bright blue
with a golden sun that is still summer
while the first leaves of autumn begins to fall
and there is peace and tranquillity in my universe
until the phone curses shrilly,
the neighbour’s children run around in the street
screaming wherever they go,
while they throw each other with lumps,
guests that come visiting
ring the front bell
and the dogs bark
running up and down in the yard.
Satish Verma, 16 april 2014
Detaches,
a part of me. To find some space.
Time cracks a dark matter with unknown speed,
colliding to release the invisible. Chilled
particles land on distant psyche. I will
give you blue rains.
It hurts when I think between choice
and will. Light was arrested in the stone.
At dusk the stone becomes a star.
I kiss a beam and bid goodbye to stilled doors,
of my ancient past.
This universe,
after the bang
plunged in a dry desert, moving
through dooms. Yes and no confirmed to uncertainty.
Another explosion will expand into
a fresh galaxy. I will watch the rise
of hundred suns.
* After the LHC successful experiment to simulate the creation of universe by colliding beams of protons on 10th Sept 08.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 15 april 2014
Each morning when the night is swept away
with extreme tenderness I find you next to me
and you bring something special to each day
to the way that it is supposed to be
and even when the evenings are cold
when the winter winds do constantly cry
your love and kindness I do behold
as there is something special between you and I
and even when the grave shade
of death comes unexpectedly
our relationship cannot fade
and you are a part of me
and nothing can remove
the depth and impact of our love.
Satish Verma, 15 april 2014
Sitting on the lap of a moonbeam
transcript of a gender
plays with the gun.
Manhood was at stake
I will meet you in a cauldron.
I was arrested in the house, was
moving from planet to planet. Cavernous words
seek the letters in right order. Puns
revert to mud-slinging. The heart spills
red wine.
No more beats.
What next after albinism? Dark was beautiful.
Waiting for the light, which never came.
A devout survivor brings hope. I will
discover my god in particle.
subatomic, expanding.
I want to walk in mist and snow
over the bridge, on the bald clouds.
Satish Verma
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