Gert Strydom, 27 december 2013
Far too much I miss you and far too much
is the longing
as if my whole life and everything
do depend upon you.
How I am and what I can become
looses importance
when you are away and loneliness does come
and with your love I am still astounded.
Gert Strydom, 27 december 2013
Silently at night
we see the bright stars appear
and their coming is almost as secretive
as the silent pain
that love asks and brings so suddenly
in mutual company
where it gives and also asks everything
and selfless carry all of life.
Satish Verma, 27 december 2013
On periphery of gestures and casts
I speak for fading integrity while a fossil
of a scream was stolen from the womb
of language.
On becoming silent, an untitled truth
shakes sensibility. Small vignettes track
the battleships of calligraphy. The sermons
wage a war.
The saints praised the puffed up sheep,
suffered the asylum of Atlantic for astral
hopes to cross the folds of virginity. Splashed
motherhood refused the onslaught of tears.
You make inadequate love, exiled in
intimacy. Blood-drowned statements
will not make to the surface of time. Century
moves not for you, not for me, not for him.
Satish Verma
Anthony DiMichele, 26 december 2013
frosty wishes
santa chihuahua
barking laughter with a vengence
who asks me did hypnotic pink ever happen?
and what is this wrinkled caramel coating reeking with aging
moth balls?
first light is a painting of sorrow tomorrow today
with all your favorite mammalian adaptations
every angel in the collection bears a crystal
bouquet with coloring books
waiting under the apple tree of judgment
I cry in the freezing rain right in front of it
keeping the best company
to myself
ice cones of geometric perfection
go wavey in the calculus of the white rays
yellowed in brown dwarfing cumpled into
something else
because nothing never exists
you need a mitt the size of Jupiter
to catch the comets and hot rocks
that take down dinosaurs
who can’t remember how they got this far
despite their myopic triangulation and monumentalism
that allows one last glance
before we get here in miniature
okay the gluttonous long fingered kites
are tethered to the beaches where the dead
are served up on platters of cool glass
death kiss in the blue blue snow on the waves
burning in the bellies of skates
I think of all the plumbing slumbering beneath us
while tugs are pulling the aquarium across the river
on fire
snowballs and igloos fill the holes in my palms
Floridas of corruption irradiate the embryos
floundering in oceans of renewal
where the strangest creatures born from cosmic excesses
get passes
Joe Breunig, 26 december 2013
The flesh lusts daily against the Spirit
and the Spirit wars contrary to the flesh.
The opposing tenets of grace and iniquity
can never with each other… completely mesh.
For the redeemed sinners operate by grace,
while the practitioners of unrighteousness
prefer the dark, ungodly ways of wickedness
and will not inherit the Kingdom’s fullness.
Fleshly works are clearly evident: adultery,
fornication, idolatry, sorcery, uncleanness,
contentions, jealousies, sexual immorality,
hatred, envy, revelries and evil-mindedness.
Fruits of the sinful flesh are plain to see
and spirits cringe- at their being mentioned.
Can we expect others to pursue God’s holiness,
when people are upset- from being questioned?
For we live under God’s grace and not His Law;
His righteous wrath will be eventually revealed.
Acceptance of His gift of Salvation can insure…
that our lives will have been redeemed and sealed!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Gal 5:16; Rom 1:18-32, 2:1-16
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 26 december 2013
He had started his own manhunt
for an autistic seal for a personal vision
in deep waters. They had left him to die at bottom of pain.
The silent screams against inhuman brutality
started coming from underground. A photo
montage was emerging on the walls. I
dip my fingers in blood to write my name.
Just the untitled truth will speak now.
New species of frogs are making headlines.
Men were becoming amphibians, sailing beyond
the shores of kisses to bite.
They were starving for the sun in caves,
to watch the murals for a resume of flames.
The snow was covering the peaks of shame.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 24 december 2013
At a time in a stable, in a manger
a child came into this world
with all the knowledge that does exist,
and He could stretch out His hands
and cause things to come into existence
but as a mere human
He came into our world
to give His love
and life away to others.
Somehow we did start to forget about Him,
we started to forget
to like a child in innocence to wait upon Him,
to trust in his omnipotence
and now mere men seek for proof
outside of His true word
and He is taken from an omnipotent God to only a man,
while His godliness is estranged from Him.
Insatiable Sohail, 24 december 2013
She comes to my life
As a rising sun,
And removes the darkness of loneliness
By her lively sweet presence.
She,herself,is a touchstone
That solely serves -
To advance an honest mind.
She is so simple,naive and jovial
Who bears an innocent mind
That really cares the heart.
She has aesthetic urge like me
To know the absolute truth
In a decent way.
My insatiable soul intermittently try
To seek and discover only her.
I cherish eternity within her
Pure and eternal hope
All shining ,peaceful and calm.
Meeting with her
A salutary experience for me.
I want to cherish her in a place
That salient person only deserves.
Bob Gotti, 24 december 2013
The baby Christ, who God had sent, would move to God’s fulfillment,
His covenant with David and Abraham, in the birth of the Son of Man,
The Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, to provide The Way, to eternal life,
Starting with Abraham’s Dynasty, to include gentiles, like you and me.
Christ is a descendant of Abraham, the Spiritual Father, of every man,
Through his lineage came salvation, for Israel and every gentile nation,
Through Abraham all would be blessed, pointing men to a Future Rest,
Starting with Abraham’s step of faith, that would lead all men to Grace.
Through Judah came King David, by being blessed from Jacob’s bed,
The Tribe pointing to Israel’s’ Messiah, before that Patriarch would die,
Confirming The Davidic Covenant, for in its fulfillment, Christ was sent,
The One who will sit on David’s Throne, to rule a people of God’s own.
From Judah will come God’s Scepter, in a reign which will last forever,
From Judah, it shall never depart, of a covenant, only God could start,
A promise regarding David’s Kingdom, would bring God’s Eternal Son,
As Messiah shall have eternal reign, ruling in the power of God’s Name.
From Abraham to David friend, through Jesus Christ, the Ultimate End,
God’s Covenant was truly fulfilled, through many people as God willed,
This to fulfill His eternal covenant, through the very One, God had sent,
The baby and Lord, Jesus Christ, so God could grant men Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©12/2013 Bob Gotti)
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