Bob Gotti, 27 march 2014
By the Trumpet or veil of death, I’ll be breathing Heaven’s breath,
Life has taken a turn for the worse, a consequence of sin’s curse,
No one likes the dreaded c-word; we grieve when cancer is heard,
Still God above is big and I am small, and He is still Lord over all.
Though the time ahead looks bleak, and in my flesh, I’m so weak,
I must lean upon The Lord I know, Who leads me in the way to go,
In times that I have no strength at all, He will help me stand up tall,
On the Rock, my solid foundation; Jesus Christ, God of Salvation.
Christ The Savior of my very soul, will see me through a dark haul,
And when there’s no light to see, He’ll guide me through to eternity,
Although the cancer may take its toll, Jesus Christ is still in control,
And knowing all that I’ll have to do, His Grace shall see me through.
Christ Himself, will light for me, the paths ahead that I may not see,
Receiving strength, under His wings, as I deal with unknown things,
This cancer may present a fight, but, Christ Himself will be my light,
Through a temporal gloomy world, until my eternal home’s unfurled.
Cancer will not defeat me friend, for I know Christ, my ultimate end,
My time will surely end down here, but in light of this I have no fear,
For my battles were already won, on the cross, by God’s Own Son,
And when I’ve finish my earthly race, I will behold my Savior’s Face.
(Copyright ©02/2011 Bob Gotti)
Joe Breunig, 27 march 2014
Where one’s mind goes,
the Man will always follow.
Are you paying attention
to what may be tomorrow?
Faith always agrees with God
and the messages of His Word.
Take random thoughts captive.
Is it Him, that you’ve heard?
Be freed from mental bondages;
improve your thinking today.
Read the Biblical instructions
and get a new life underway.
Meditate on the Scriptures.
Reduce your inner turmoil;
Pray for the presence of God
and be covered with holy oil.
Faith’s power usually comes
in the form of revelation-
from a relationship with Him,
as part of His eternal nation.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Josh 1:8; Rom 6:4,11, 13:14; Mark 4:24
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 27 march 2014
With the late afternoon sun I keep remembering
how very awesome you are to me
and when the night comes suddenly I wait upon you
when I have been missing you daylong.
Then you are in every thought
and when the hot sun descends blood red
you bring new meaning to me
when you look for me on your return
and then we notice the white evening flower,
how the stars sparkle bright white-blue.
Satish Verma, 27 march 2014
Like I want to erase the fear
before I light a remote fire
in the blue veins.
Actually this was the crisis of self pride
in manic depression
seeking the anonymity of toes
tracing the footpath.
Becoming a paper-boat
in the winds of flesh and fancies
on the choppy sea of death.
No spinal pain for candles
to burn in courtyard
of sunken faith.
Red grapes in a tiny bowl
leap to lips of sun
for sons and daughters. Ajmer, INDIA
Satish Verma
POEWHIT, 26 march 2014
LOVE - LOVE - LOVE
Just a 4 letter word
A mountain jolted
The heart bolted
Find that magic mix
Like a candle wick
Look for love
Wings of a dove.
3/26/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
Greg, 26 march 2014
At times things are said
And feeling are hurt
To touch the flower
And slightly pull it off course
To bloom towards the shade
Of a weeping willow tree
Grass leans softly to the left
And a violently convulsing ego
Is gently caught in outstretched hands of prayer
Tamed
And made silent
In the whispering wind
Of a hot summer night
Gallantly seething
As confusion sets in
To go forward or try to grab
Is the difference between
A reasoned descent into madness
And a glimmering ride into the depths of nothingness
Spat on the floor
And arrested by the sounds that call me
Over the hills
To ways of despotism
Gert Strydom, 26 march 2014
When the midday sun falls over me fiercely
may Your shadow then be my cover,
when thunderbolts clap mighty over my life
may You then draw me deep into Your hiding place,
please do take my heart and also my own will,
always protect me against the dark might,
I ask that You awake selflessness in me,
that You surround me in the night,
that I see Your Spirit reflecting in my darling
and that in each day You are between us.
Satish Verma, 26 march 2014
Writing on my sleeves,
I visualize an invisible coupling
of grassroots with starless sky,
when I walk on the wailing earth.
Hails big as sparrow eggs
smash the bougainvillea blossoms.
The wrestling clouds
begin a storm.
Witchcraft of the moon begins.
The pubic curve of a rock
holds a centipede
wriggling, gnawing.
A spider climbs the weatherbeaten
cheekbone
and indulges in navel-gazing.
Satish Verma
peter haley, 25 march 2014
In the greater scheme of things
A phrase I like to hear
It,s a politicians lot to make
It all sound so clear
As clear as mud for the greater good
I could,nt possibly comment
Oh! it,s work in progress
To throw them off the scent
All the mmmm,s and aaaaah,s
Give me more time to think
Of a more plausable answer
Act cool ,take a drink
Ooop,s my back,s on the ropes
I dont do individual cases
A plus for equal rights
Scores a vote from all the races
Could,nt live with my constituents
They never heard of a carafe
Now moved up to scotland
Away from that riff raff ...[riff raff = rubbish]
Freezer full of steak
The future cant be thwarted
I,m pensioned to the hilt
SO ,,, vote me out I,m sorted !!......................... by me Haley
Anthony DiMichele, 25 march 2014
There is a heart
behind this shield of fear
with its aura of hatred
pain and ambition
commerce has nothing to do
with the gift
you gave me
at the office
and at home
you probably caught me
red handed
in a dream
or two
over the years
the gift of time
with the trees
and herons
the collective solitude
of song birds
singing farewell
with joy
at dawn
if we could only unchain
ourselves
from ourselves
and not insist we all
suffer the same way
to live
through a lifetime
singing a memorized song
I will not build my own coffin
around me
with salvage wood
from the dumps
of despair
the material is light
the essence is light
but we are most often
heavy with impossibility
I have no quarrel
with squirrels
or the other absences
which I stopped reading about
accounting for
in an instant of lightning bugs
and they were gone
from the landscape of childhood
this is my folly and fondness
and most high regard
not the meditators and commentators
but those who know how do what they
always knew
let go
move on
and give away everything
to follow nothing or no one
but some strange feeling
within
there is a heart
here
under the grays
that knows no fear
the lowering everydays
we put past us
there is an island with a heart in it
a sun with a starless night in it
and friendships that make ordinary speech
a miracle
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