B.Z. Niditch, 26 february 2014
Without having much
of an employment resume
slumped out all day
eating lima beans
on the sun shined city bench
and as yet not yet shaving,
red eyed at the moment
in the uncertain noon,
hearing of a male model job
and an actor's workshop
both in the same building
on a flattering part
of a Warsaw street
and when you are a teen
not knowing much
of the world's vague talk
linger with open hope
and observing gestures
as your soul beats wildly
for any work with words
eager to stumble
on a sea side conversation
leading to changing roles
from this fast pacing student
and going to the address
with a heavy suitcase
before the war
yet willing to try anything
within reason of expectation
as I meet the director,
looking consumptive
at the pool table
asking me with book in hand
to do him a favor
by reading the lines
of Coriolanus
and he tells me
he also runs the model agency
and I would be a perfect fit
for his new tennis ware
if I would walk the plank
where nature is my own mirror
along the red carpet
and offering me a salary
yet wondering
if there was something
to all this rumor
not reported
by the third person.
B.Z. Niditch, 26 february 2014
It was ancient
for long forgotten journeys
but the brown shirts
blew it up,anyway
there was nowhere
not in harm's way
even the cat
did not survive its cry
in the salt ditch water
by the wide silence
if it would be built up
after the beasts had left
that icy spring
that no one could cross
not even a boy
on a bicycle.
madster roberts, 26 february 2014
ain't no nigga can get use to being broke,
nigga get hooked on a wall of false hope
but in the ghetto niggas who hang with you
become closer than family,
this niggas do shit but it is these
niggas that help you cope,
help you from pulling that trigger
or hanging your self with that rope,
i done see nigga cry to niggas
i done see niggas ride for niggas.
niggas lose hope and consult with a nigga,
rep to each other like brothers.
Greg, 26 february 2014
The pain keeps on turning
All the heart beats away
To wake up tomorrow
On the midst of gray shadows
That lengthen in virtue
To be what’s gone dead
It’s a friendly reminder
That what’s in your head
Is made of concrete
And damned silver bills
To climb to the peaks
Of self-seeking thrills
On a meter out done
By another true name
Wrenched from the earth space
The limes and the ice cream
Upon your first face
That drops on the asphalt
Melting in spite of
All that is lost
For nothing’s worth saving
For you anymore
The glamour is fading
Out done by the waiting
To piece a false sermon
Inside of your brain
I stole this from
An artist so holy
Who put his whole soul into
A fleeting song
Mastered by rainbows
And tirades of war men
That wrinkle the time wave
Put you in the dark
Peace on your heart
The cruel silent spark
Bob Gotti, 26 february 2014
Money and wealth my friend, in this life shall come to an end,
While you are here upon this earth, what in life has true worth?
For we deal with money and God, while upon this earthly sod,
I may serve money in stealth, but can’t serve God and wealth.
We may use money for our need, but money isn’t guaranteed,
Our money may not be assured, but, I can count on The Lord,
In a world not sound or sure, only God in this life shall endure,
When it comes to money and God, we are led by Christ’s rod.
In heaven treasure’s to be stored, as we serve an Eternal Lord,
For treasure on earth will not last, as this time soon shall pass,
But the next life is forever, so in heaven, must be our treasure,
So, the question for your life, will it be money or Jesus Christ?
The eye, as the lamp of the body, affects how I spiritually see,
Does it show darkness or light, in a world when wrong is right?
Are we pursuing righteousness, or mislead by some darkness?
Is your eye spiritually healthy, taking God, over being wealthy?
I can’t serve mammon and God, for only He deserves my nod,
My heart’s desire to serve Him, in world that is affected by sin;
What are you storing up friend; where’s the treasure in the end?
What is your heart’s true desire, earthly treasure, or one higher?
(Copyright ©02/2014 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 26 february 2014
Many people embrace a church; and in that pew, I will not perch,
They embrace the rules of men, where I, in Christ am Born Again,
Born of God’s Spirit from above, teaching all that God spoke of,
As God’s Holy Spirit teaches me, God’s Truth on life and eternity.
Truth some churches do not teach, as for Truth they don’t preach,
For they teach a works salvation, which is opposed to Revelation,
God’s Holy Truths, revealed to us, through The Lord, Christ Jesus,
Revealed to all, in these latter days; True Revelation, to His praise.
Salvation is through Christ alone, fact, many churches do bemoan,
Teaching we must work our way, to Heaven, before Judgment Day;
But Jesus Christ, for me, did it all, redeeming me from Adam’s fall,
Finishing my salvation on the cross, cleansing me from sin’s dross.
Many churches add to The Word, ignoring passages they’ve heard,
As they take from and add to, The Revelation given to me and you,
But warnings come to these men, their practices God will condemn,
By adding to the words of Christ, they won’t be in the Book of Life.
But, all who believe in Christ alone, are marked by God as His own,
So by God’s Spirit we are sealed, until our Redemption is revealed;
But churched people remaining lost, in the end, will all pay the cost,
As The Rapture, they will miss, not found in Christ’s Righteousness.
(Copyright ©05/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 26 february 2014
Soon things on earth shall change; and this world won’t be the same,
As two different groups part ways, one left and one leaving in praise,
When Christ’s Church is evacuated, above the clouds, we’ll be elated,
Leaving a dark world of tribulation, to meet The Lord of our salvation.
And the world shall continue on, from evening dusk to morning dawn,
Initially, with not much of a change, for all those on earth, who remain,
However, the tides will surely turn, as those upon earth, begin to learn.
That the Church is no longer here, while many hearts shall fill with fear.
But, as fears continue to increase, upon earth comes a man of peace,
Proclaiming peace for the entire world, as his plan, the nations herald,
Yes, this world will turn the page, as this man takes the world’s stage,
As he continues his proclamation; peace and safety, for every nation.
With the Church, now in Heaven, all continues, twenty-four and seven,
With The Church out of the way, that man of peace, continues to say,
Peace and prosperity will come all, freedom for both great and small,
For every problem he has a solution, but, it is part of strong delusion.
The strong delusion from our Lord, by Who, the final wrath is poured,
Upon all men who believe not God, believing the man on earth’s sod,
And God’s Mercy won’t be shown, as God’s Truths, to man is known,
For after his final act is employed, he and followers will be destroyed.
The final victory our Lord claims, while Christ reigns with all His saints;
In eternal fire Antichrist will sit, as Satan’s cast into the bottomless pit,
As God starts up His Earthly Kingdom, to be ruled by Christ, His Son,
So gone are all man’s earthly fears, as Christ reigns a thousand years.
(Copyright ©05/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 26 february 2014
I thank God for His grace and love, and for Christ’s Body and Blood,
His Body that was God’s Sacrifice, Jesus’ Body that paid sin’s price,
For Christ’s Blood, that was spilled, as The Father above, had willed,
For our Lord’s death at Calvary, so that believers could live Eternally.
It is through the very Blood of Christ, that sinners can have New Life,
From the Body, prepared for Him, redeeming souls from all their sin,
For The Lord had sent His Only Son, to be Redemption for everyone,
And all we must do is to believe, and God’s Salvation we will receive.
Today an empty grave now shows, though He died, Christ has arose,
The same power will be given to us, who, have come to Christ Jesus,
Though we are still on the earth, we receive God’s Spirit by New Birth,
Promised by our Lord to all men, when in Christ, they are Born Again.
Born of God, by The Spirit above, when we’re cleansed by His Blood,
Forgiven of all our sin and shame, all through the Power of His Name,
We are now the children of God, to walk anew upon the earth we trod,
To no longer be a part of the night, but now, to be The Savior’s Light.
This, all because God loved us first, even, when we were at our worst,
And His love was for all sinners lost, so our Lord employed the cross,
Crucifying Christ the Spotless Lamb, to pay sin’s price for every man,
This is His New Covenant of Blood, provided to us all by God’s Love.
(Copyright ©05/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 26 february 2014
We have called for a day of prayer, for men and women everywhere,
A day when the Creator is implored, by all those who know The Lord,
For intervention from God’s Right Hand, for our troubled, weary land,
The intervention of Jesus Christ, The Author of Salvation and our life.
As a nation we’ve fallen far away, from God, Who men seek this day,
Praying with hope and expectation, for a land, apart from Revelation,
Apart from the one believers cherish; without Truth a land shall perish.
So our urgent need, I say with a nod, is for this land to return to God.
The Lord God may not heal this land, but, our Lord can help us stand,
All those, who are part of His Mission, to stand against all opposition,
Those opposed to all moral principle, who want no part of God’s Will,
For all must embrace God’s Truth, to avoid God’s Righteous Reproof.
Our prayers must be for individuals, those mislead by darkened fools,
The fools, who say there is no God, over this nation, that we now trod,
For God indeed now reigns above, every darkened land that’s void of,
The Lord God’s Holy Revelation, with many souls in need of Salvation.
So men, who are called by God’s Son, must pray to God for everyone.
For those who are not born again, that God will touch the heart of men,
Changing the hearts within our nation; turning men to God’s Revelation,
So that we could again be a land, blessed and moved, by God’s Hand.
(Copyright ©05/2011 Bob Gotti)
Gert Strydom, 26 february 2014
In March when the summer is worn out
the new autumn gets new meaning
when plovers call to each other
while it feels as if the sun is saving its last summer heat
and it seems as if this summer will last forever
like the love that I read in your golden eyes.
When the leaves suddenly fall everywhere
every tree is stripped on the hillocks and in the vale
when the winter cold comes
and stripped off and away is each wild flower
but almost unexpectedly new blossoms appear
and everywhere flowers are in abundance
in the veldt, on the hillocks and at the marsh
and I hear new birds singing their praising songs
as if new life has come to everything
and I also do want to believe that love does the same
when in difficult times
we become closer involved with each other.
[Poet’s note: Please note that in the Southern Hemisphere the seasons are opposite to those that are experienced in the Northern Hemisphere.]
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