Satish Verma, 23 february 2014
Who will deliver the blow
to hissing winds of red hot skin
when burning desert hits the green trees?
Life flows through fire in the shadows
of cloudy peaks. I resume living
in the bodies of other people,
I am not myself. And change must
come in the garb of numbers,
in the mode of nothingness,
like the horns locked in the middle
of the road, raising dust and hoofs
two bulls fighting in the ruins of widespread
culture of politics. Only slogans give
the clue to black power of flesh. A
dispute does not settle for the last rites.
Neither burial nor a funeral will take place.
Only bones will give rise to a flower bed
where ashes will read the history.
Satish Verma
Greg, 22 february 2014
Turning over itself in passion
The river comes to wait
Another moment that rushes by
To wash ashore and die
Stagnate in the finite realms
Bring peace with violence-unity
Awake from the rhythm
And prepare to march
Bring the light
Shout down
For what is the fire?
For what does the ground
Stand beneath your feet?
With what purpose of vitriol
Does the river come to stop you ?
And place you outside
Oh offensive one
You stopped to notice
And brought shame to your name
By becoming outside-to be dry
You have turned to a reference point
An untold lie
That comes sweeping up the riverbanks
To send pain to the maiden
The worshippers of the holy river
That is the manifestation of holy war
Come to the final rest
And set peace in the light
Grab a fork
It’s time to eat our well-deserved food
You have earned your keep
As a being of darkness
A fondled loner
That comes crashing round
As essential sustenance
Gave rise to yourself
To bring death-to God?
What have you done
Oh darling child!
You have forsaken faith
And brought time into being
You have become finite
Joe Breunig, 21 february 2014
In my quiet morning moments,
I seek Your Presence today,
wanting time at Your side.
Without You, I can do nothing;
this is a sliver of Your truth
and not a statement of vain pride.
Still hungry for more of You,
is my heart’s humble claim;
don’t let me remain… teary-eyed.
Long ago, I accepted Truth found-
in Your Word, there are answers
for overcoming problems in stride.
Despite simplicity of my ideals,
I seek a fruitful life of success,
with Your sacred principles applied.
During these times of imposed solitude,
I long for the sound of Your voice,
the softness of… the whisper inside.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Psa 46:10; 1 King 19:12-14; Matt 6:33;
John 8:31-32, 15:5
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Debadarshi Panda, 21 february 2014
Thy rhythms find your error-
With this; vivid creation of lies!
I behold! Soul crushed in battle-
A scapegoat of your lies, I hold.
In temples, prayers, rituals-
I didn't find! Her reflections!
Oh Muse! Drunk with her optimism;
In ungainly smile, broad on faces.
Of hunger, loss when she finds me solace-
My days come to a halt-follow
Yours emergence, Long I did
Overlook! Mortal frames, limits- hollow.
And declare, soul is the preach-
I promised; sanctity-beauty of her eyes!
In dusty dawn to crowded lifts-
I see in this world, Faces smiling and shy!
Debadarshi Panda, 21 february 2014
Never did you look back
Princess of the painful spring
With tearful exuberance, for long-
Waited for the moon, sequencing.
O’ Lord!
When they gratify the worth;
Of those brittle truths in masquerade-
For the virtue elsewhere, far ahead-
To eternity, with my feverish sigh.
They have descended, from the darkness,
For mirage is not true, itself-
While she reclined, to the mass,
Away from the light of the sun.
Never did you say, Values of pain
True for the world into ploys of cost;
Least humanity could be the voice-
For they can never see the heart!
Not blessed with those Vision-
Whose smile reverberates in galaxies!
Of my little world, whose beauty is truth!
Ecstasy! Moves with my pilgrim soul-
For that is never altered-
Never be traced!
The Reunion of a Crescent Departure.
Debadarshi Panda, 21 february 2014
My dreams run to your thought!
In hurried morning, eager sunset!
Upon the thin veil of darkness,
Pains bloom into silent beat!
Crossed, for fervor is the virtue-
I disown- to smile at her broad smile,
For ages and hence, behind the world;
Burst with lies, despair, cries foul.
And forget! My race is thy victory-
Over pain, mistrust plays the music-
Oh! Muse, of your blissful Smile-
To fill those dreary beats to life ecstatic.
And the songs find it to heaven in harmony!
With your arrival, in winter chill-
For faith is the virtue I owe-
In you to confide my immortal will.
Satish Verma, 21 february 2014
Entering into deathless trance
the moon was galloping across the clouds,
clad in blue winds,
for a spiritual encounter with the sky.
A saint in making,
a grandson of god,
retreats in a religious retreat
to taste a forbidden pain of separation,
without surface love.
In a see-through transparency
the arrogance juts out
parting the tall grass of the assault course.
The prophetic self-absorption will decide the destiny.
The segregation of caste had ultimately
blossomed. Matter is generating energy.
Cosmos of a single dewdropp reflects in sun
The dry loaves are thrown on the street.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 20 february 2014
The wound peeks out
from the round eyes. No lashes,
brows. Singed face betrays the scars
of last century.
He was fighting with his fists only.
Iced lids throwing the flames;
god knows what was the pain of memories?
He did not reverse the wheels of woes;
did not bring back the stream
lost in the volcanic rocks.
Playing truant from black death
a frail hope kindles the small fish
to swim against the current,
ruts of repetitions and bores of endless
barrels shooting roadmaps.
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 20 february 2014
They say, life is what you make it, while Truth, one can forsake it,
By leaving The Lord God behind, within a world that is so unkind,
Living without God in your life, in a time filled with pain and strife,
In dismissing God’s Eternal Son, when trials in your life do come.
I do not know how they live life, without The Savior, Jesus Christ,
The One, in this world so unkind, Who, gives men peace of mind,
As trials in this life come to all; the rich and poor, great and small,
As no one knows about tomorrow, if it brings joy, pain, or sorrow.
This life is filled with uncertainty, with trials ahead for you and me,
From trials, no one is immune, for some, not later, but very soon,
But, sooner or later they will come, trials for all, not just for some,
Knowing not the time or place, as tribulation in life we all will face.
In who or what, do you stand, through trials that are now at hand?
With problems not here yesterday, filling up your life with dismay;
A stability in life you may have built, now is shifting sand and silt,
Filled with uncertainty day and night; while in a tunnel with no light.
That stable Rock is Jesus Christ, for stability in uncertainty of life,
The Rock in all trials we will face, providing us strength and grace,
All those who belong to The Lord, in a world where God’s ignored,
He’s more than salvation friend; He’s our rock in life at every bend.
(Copyright ©01/2014 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 20 february 2014
Change we see around this world, won’t affect Truths we herald,
In God’s Eternal Holy Word, change by man, cannot be inferred,
But God’s Truth will alter the world, as end time Truth is unfurled,
The Eternal Truths in Revelation, will indeed change every nation.
God’s Restrainer will be lifted, from the earth as souls are sifted,
Separating men still on earth, from those who received new birth,
For those missing, all will search, but, will not find God’s Church,
As Christ raptures His Holy Bride, into earth’s clouds by His side.
Some hearts will begin to fear, as people seem to just disappear,
All, who knew and spoke for God, were no longer on earth’s sod;
Now darkness will fill this place, as God ended the Age of Grace,
And this world shall soon befall, the darkest Government over all.
All darkness will soon give way, to one who’ll subdue public fray,
Stepping onto this world’s stage, as all the world, he will engage,
Promising prosperity that will last, but, his darkness, he will cast,
Turning the world against Israel; prophecies of God, he will fulfill.
God will impose a final change, and the world won’t be the same,
As God destroys all wickedness, replacing it with Righteousness,
While saving Israel, His chosen nation, to fulfill God’s Revelation,
Setting up a Throne in Jerusalem, for the reign of Christ, His Son.
(Copyright ©05/2011 Bob Gotti)
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