Alicja Kuberska, 18 march 2014
When I walk into the house
The old mirror wakes up.
It winks knowingly with a big, glass eye.
On the other side I can see a girl that I know.
It always faithfully accompanies the passing time
And reflects transience in the shimmering silver sheet.
I suspect that it harbors all faces
But it is discreetly silent and it guards entrusted secrets.
It survived the conflagration of a revolution, turmoil of war.
Unstable and fragile, it remembers many owners.
We are together and we catch fleeting moments
Gert Strydom, 18 march 2014
I just want to for the enjoyment of it
prepare a meal for you
and serve it with candlelight and a bottle of red wine,
and I want to find you soft warm lips,
take you later by the hand
and lead you away to our bed
when the moon hangs enchanting in the heaven
and the night spreads her billions of stars,
when time comes to a halt for the both of us.
Satish Verma, 18 march 2014
Green eyes in the crevices of rocks
will not let the fossil weep
for innocent sun.
A mayfly floats like
a dry leaf on water, in the circuit
of sharks.
I offer not my robotic arm, insulting
the jaws in the crumpled solitude
of night. I will walk
with new moon to understand
the wetting of a bleeder,
heart and soul.
The umbilical pain again catches. I cry
in my own silence. This was not the
end I wished. Hearing aid
to feel the sting of a scream,
which rises from the depth of a blue
lake wounded by pride.
Satish Verma
Greg, 17 march 2014
If the rape of the child continues
Unfettered by the workings of will
The collapse of Rome is sure to come
Along with the incessant repugnation
Of each and every stimuli
That comes creeping over the wall
To touch the solemn creep
If the rape of the child continues
Blue wounds will turn to blackened hell
Egregious manifestations of calling
Will become abhorrent realms of dread
And insuffalated terror will reign supreme
Over the lords of tomorrow’s high noon
If the rape of the child continues
We will have on our hands
An untouchable adult, torn
Between the waking hours of dream
And the night terrors of years lost
If the rape of the child continues
The love will be lost
And I will surely…live
Gert Strydom, 17 march 2014
I heard the thunder of the guns resound,
saw rockets taking red tails into the sky,
with passing battle-tanks felt the trembling ground
and over and away fighter jets did fly.
To some it was the judgement-day
and I a mere man was lost
when I saw thousands decimated lay
and wondered about war and its cost
while those sights, smells and sounds
remains with me still
and the explosions of shells, the thudding of rounds,
brings back the deadly chill
of when to escape burial in the ground
mere boys were forced to kill
and this brings to me
the reckless indifference of life in the previous century
where no man was really completely free
from a myriad of obligations
and responsibility.
Satish Verma, 17 march 2014
Trading the sweetness, a rainbow
on icefalls, you will come back on rocks
and drink the elixir of death.
A fantastic dream of soap bubbles in a tumbler,
ejecting the inky grief on the transparent glass.
The pink goddess of wealth
will descend again in your bowls. Brassica
will decide the future of grass.
The moon ride has become cheaper in cans
like sardines, unethical but sleeping with god.
Thongs were visible on steps of bathing ghats
for the benefit of bullfighters. Gibbons
indulging in aerial bombing. Comfortable
in groves jacarandas were smiling.
Unlike you I smelt the dried flowers
between the pages of history
to meet the shadows on the walls of time.
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 16 march 2014
Rolling thunder is what men hear, as The Lord’s storm draws near,
With lightning piercing the sky, from the Lord, Who reigns on high,
From the clouds above the earth, one more storm, God shall birth,
Beyond all that man understands, it’s not nature, but God’s Hands.
Some folks call it an Act of God, when a disaster strikes this sod,
But it’s God providing abundantly, in all the rain and snow we see,
And as tornados come into sight, we see God’s Power and Might,
As that funnel scores the earth, with a channel of remarkable girth.
As hurricanes appear from nowhere, creating damage everywhere,
Even the unbelievers have a sense, there’s a coming recompense,
For this world, that has lost its way, living life in their godless way,
Glorifying not the Creator and Lord, but by many remains ignored.
Through that rain, ice and snow, God is revealed, not many know,
Revealed, so every eye will see, the works of The God of Eternity,
Just a sample of what’s to come, to be seen by all, not just some,
And everyone, some defiantly, will recognize, The God of Eternity.
As you see the weather’s power, know it’s God behind the shower,
When you’re stuck in snow or ice, God would have you think twice,
To know the one behind Creation, the Author of all men’s salvation,
And come to His Son, Jesus Christ, The Power behind Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©03/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 16 march 2014
Spirit filled men within The Ministry, must follow The Lord’s priority,
Being leaders now Born Again, they follow the Spirit not mere men,
God is The One they must obey, regardless of what other men say,
As it is God’s Rule and Law, that precedes man’s, not some but all.
Spirit filled men receive God’s call, to lead ministries big and small.
Ministries touching God’s needs, both watering and planting seeds,
While they disciple for Jesus Christ, leading others in their New Life,
In their new roles giving to others, as they help sisters and brothers.
Spirit filled men now used by God, are led by Christ’s staff and rod,
Both In the pulpit and everywhere, as God’s Truth together we share,
If The Spirit leads you to search, you’ll find them all over the Church,
Together, serving The Lord we love, led by God’s Spirit from above.
Spirit filled men are so willing to be, vessels for the Lord of Eternity,
Men, who have the mind of Christ, and willing to become a sacrifice,
Living sacrifices for The Lord above, to direct others to God’s Love,
Willing to be a part of a mission, to fulfill Christ’s Great Commission.
Spirit filled men are of one accord, serving together, Christ our Lord,
Serving, with one mind and heart, as God’s Word, we eagerly impart,
To this present, lost and dying world, His salvation we loyally herald,
Together, as we fulfill God’s Ministry, directing lost souls to Eternity.
(Copyright ©03/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 16 march 2014
Many Truths jump from God’s Word, many Truths that need to be heard,
God’s Truths about salvation of men, and how they must be Born Again,
However, many people just cry foul, and irritably exclaim, why and how?
Just why is it that you continue to say, to Heaven there is only one way?
And how can you simply proclaim, salvation is found in only one name?
That Name under Heaven is only One, that Name belongs to God’s Son,
His only begotten Son Jesus Christ, Author and Provider of Eternal Life,
The only man to ever die for us all, to redeem all souls from Adam’s fall,
The only One to pay an eternal price, affording all men to enter Paradise,
Provided for all by The Great “I AM”; Jesus Christ, God’s Spotless Lamb.
Religion in the world plays a part, but God’s full Truth they do not impart,
God’s unchanging Truth of Salvation, found in God’s inspired Revelation,
From the very words of God’s Son, came His Eternal Truths to everyone,
That is for everyone upon this earth, so that all can experience New Birth,
A spiritual birth from the Spirit above, in accord with all Christ speaks of.
As His believers we can’t afford, to compromise the Gospel of our Lord,
For any other gospel apart from His, is surely a gospel that’s truly amiss,
All who embrace it miss the mark, following those shepherds of the dark,
So we must preach only God’s Truth, with the Holy Bible being our proof,
That all people need to believe in Christ, to receive from God Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©03/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 16 march 2014
Worry can be debilitating my friend, as you worry around every bend,
Each bend and valley in the road, will put on you an unbearable load,
A load we’re not meant to bear, as God wants every burden and care,
Each and every one cast off to Him, lest we become worried and sin.
Worry will turn concern into fear, making cloudy what’s just not clear,
Focusing on what we just don’t know, while fear within starts to grow,
So as that fear begins to fill a heart, all peace within seems to depart,
And all the promises from The Lord, through sinful worry, go ignored.
Worry can also lead to bitterness, moving one’s heart to unrighteous,
Causing a heart strife, deep within, because of the very nature of sin,
And if not checked will only wrought, sinful action of a bitter thought,
Actions, that will do nothing friend, to ease your concerns in the end.
Anger then begins to its play apart, if bitterness is allowed in a heart,
And anger only causes more pain, as you find worry affords no gain,
You will not gain, but simply fall back, as that devil, strives to attack,
Using something pure as concern; causing bitterness in you to churn.
Worry will never help you at all, but only cause you to stumble or fall,
From that very firm and solid place, where you’re reassured by grace,
If you take your eyes off of Christ, to bear alone the cares of this life,
Losing the very God given peace, which through all shall never cease.
(Copyright ©03/2011 Bob Gotti)
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