Satish Verma, 28 january 2014
Standing on a hump,
a chilled remorselessness
of a shadow trauma climbs out of a sealed
grotto of infinity
like a vas deferens, spilling fiddled lies.
You grope for your identity in griping
acceptance. From the umbilical cord
the pink flesh brandishes a monster.
You forget the vowels in a solo monologue
in a tormented accent, muffled
in bleeding throat. Take my ears
for cosmetic therapy, which killed my hearing.
Between blindness and tidy rocks
I am walking discreetly to count the
digs of mysterious armless truths:
disappeared in the pages of history.
Satish Verma
xxxxoxox, 28 january 2014
Who locked me outside,
In this Desolate place,
Who left me behind,
In lifes worthless race,
You stood at the door,
And watched me bleed,
I closed my eyes,
And fell to sleep,
Another monster in the mirror,
Another demon behind the fear,
Round edges that cut like knives,
Bottled anger in this life,
Who helped when you screamed?
Who walked away when you were in need?
Who came when you cried?
Who laughed when you died?
Insatiable Sohail, 27 january 2014
How crucial the death is !
It never comes with a notice.
And takes away –
Our dearly loved one.
Nobody can escape
From the grasp of death.
Death doesn’t need any permission
To come and go.
It has no fear, no sloth,
No discrimination.
Nor any chance of partiality
Or the chance of taking bribe.
Death is inevitable.
Today or tomorrow
Everyone has to take
The taste of it.
Death is not the ending of life.
It’s just the door of an eternal world.
Take lessons from your surroundings
By going through the changes in atmosphere.
That death will not spare us
We all know this absolute truth
But don’t make ourselves for it.
How spiritually blind we really are !
Gert Strydom, 27 january 2014
(in answer to T.T. Cloete)
We loved each other
from the day that we met
and that you are a wonderful and pretty woman
your admirers do not have to tell me
and I am not blind
for the glances that follow you
while you still do stay true
and that a husband and wife
can love each other intimately
without distinction between husband and wife
is certainly the greatest kind of nonsense.
I do thank God
that He has created you as a wife for me
and still I do know that love
goes much further and deeper than just passion
and when old age comes
I still want to embrace you
and know about your beauty.
[Reference: “uniseks” (unisex) by T.T. Cloete.]
Satish Verma, 27 january 2014
A missile in the home,
what they have done?
You are on flames.
A red smoke rises
from bottomless hole.
Memory slumps.
A glow in pain washed
cells, calls the mirror.
Instead, grave diggers arrive.
This was the manufactured truth
of the eternal kiss
of death. I stretch my arms
to feel the terror.
The walls start crying.
There was no roof.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 25 january 2014
Wrigglers dripped again
from hidden heights. The red river changed
its course furiously. The wave climbers
abseiled from a lethal boat
to wipe out the beach memory. Timeline
sneaked to put the blood signature
of a cult on the glass shards.
A biosynthesis starts for tadpoles
destroying the infrastructure of the species.
Yolk sacs were emply. New borns
were turning into snakes.
Enemy swept across the land. Deers
were being released for the panthers.
The boundary was only meant for the victims.
The metamorphosis was complete.
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 25 january 2014
As we watch the days go by, are we mindful of God on high?
He, Who grants us breath, ordaining both our birth and death,
As we think of the Only One, Who created the moon and sun,
Ordering them both to give light, creating both day and night.
As the days go by, dear friend, men approach their life’s end,
A time on earth all will face, as we approach the end of Grace,
One day everyone shall die, to see their Creator from on high,
Even if God, you have ignored, every soul shall see The Lord.
Just as many days have passed, life upon earth shall not last,
It’s appointed for all once to die, then, judgment from on high,
That time ahead all men will see, before they face their eternity.
Time to see The Judge or Lord, a time by none will be ignored.
There’s indeed a Hell to shun, for a Place created by The Son.
Not found below, but high above, all provided by God’s Love,
As His Son became a sacrifice, so many could enter Paradise,
Taking on for man, God’s Wrath, to offer man a Heavenly path.
Yes, God will judge all the earth, so he offers man a New Birth,
This, to become a child of God, with a new path for us to trod,
Being saved from God’s Wrath, we’re directed onto a new path,
To now live for the Glory of Christ, followed by our Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©01/2014 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 25 january 2014
Two legs of my race are done, through the Power of The Son,
The Power of His Grace sustains, me as He, above me reigns,
With doctors being used by God, as I’m led with staff and rod,
He led me this far in a race, through the Power of God’s Grace.
Now with the chemo finished, I wait for the effects to diminish,
This, to get all of my feelings back, so no feelings I shall lack,
Friend again I must lean on Grace, until I get back to the place,
When I see the effects subside, while in Christ I patiently abide.
So now I wait for the next stage, when God turns another page,
Whether there’ll be more surgery, this to date, I have yet to see,
For another paragraph in my life, I’ll patiently wait, with my wife,
Who’s been a support all along, a path that has been very long.
So whatever may lie up ahead, I’ll follow my Lord as He has led,
In all of the prior uncertain times, leading me, all by His designs,
Designs that go above all reason, during a much darker season,
This, in my ever changing life, as I follow The Changeless Christ.
The next leg could be the last, which, by my Lord has been cast,
By The Lord and God’s Decree, while His outcome, we shall see,
So if another surgery is a must, in Christ our Lord, we shall trust,
As any end we face in our story, will be for God’s Ultimate Glory.
(Copyright ©07/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 25 january 2014
I don’t know what lies ahead, so I look to my Savior instead,
The One Who bore a cross for me, to die a death at Calvary,
He, Who did that for me friend, knows how my path will end,
And so I’ll fix my eyes on Him, as He gives me peace within.
On every path that we trod, we must trust our Lord and God,
For on the path He has us go, our Lord’s desires shall show,
Where that path will end for us, as we follow our Lord Jesus.
And what the outcome will be, within the plan we cannot see.
The Plan of God we must embrace, while living out our days,
As children formed of but dust, an Eternal God we can trust,
For our Lord makes no mistake, on any path He has us take,
As all things work out for good, in His ways not understood.
Whether my path is bright or dim, I must always trust in Him,
He, Who knitted me in the womb, has set up, for me a room,
In His Father’s Home above, where Christ leads by His Love,
Love, He guides me in each day, even upon the darkest way.
Even if I choose my path in life, my way’s directed by Christ,
And upon every path taken, by my Lord I am never forsaken,
Who continues daily leading me, from this earth into Eternity,
Where all things will fall in place, when I see my Savior’s face.
(Copyright ©07/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 25 january 2014
Being teachable in God’s eyes, shall lead believers to be wise,
From instruction, read and heard, in the Truths of God’s Word,
God’s instruction we must heed, truly the believer’s daily need,
From The Eternal Word of God, to be lived in this day we trod.
In His wisdom we learn how, to apply instruction here and now,
Knowledge from God, we receive, when His Truths, we believe,
Gaining skill, in how to live, from the Truths the Scriptures give,
Growing from our initial salvation, as we heed God’s revelation.
To live wisely in a world of sin, believers need to use discipline,
Received knowledge of The Lord, as Truth must not be ignored,
But as believers in Jesus Christ, we must apply Truth to our life,
So as to walk in Godly Wisdom, living for His coming Kingdom.
Building a foundation to live by, must be anchored from on high,
As God’s knowledge we embrace, for living in this Age of Grace,
The fear of God, still is has part, in serving God with all our heart,
As Godly Wisdom, will truly begin, through a reverent fear of Him.
Our hearts with wisdom, God shall fill, when we submit to His Will,
Being led by His staff and rod, we’re filled with the Truths of God,
As believers listen and receive, to the Truths we know and believe,
Taught by His Holy Spirit within, we shall live a Godly Life for Him.
(Copyright ©07/2011 Bob Gotti)
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