Gert Strydom, 4 november 2013
There is something earthly about you
where you are planting a bush of yellow marigolds,
around you the wind blows,
in bright hot sun
and I smell the Moondrops perfume
coming from your neck, face and hair.
The grass and ground are like your eyes,
your blouse and skirt are moss-green
and between us there is a comfortable silence
where along the palisades
we are removing weeds and grass shoots.
In the distance I see the chimneys
of Impala Platinum
that shines like quicksilver
where as always
white smoke is going into the air
and as on every Friday
in the distance alarms are ringing
one after the other
but the silence between us
say more than words
and I press my nose into your hair,
embrace you for a moment,
see the four-by-four of the neighbour pulling in
while his dogs are barking excitedly
and I smell rain and sunflowers
and are tied to this country
and feel how vulnerable you are,
red and pink Iceberg-roses are flowering
brown, yellow, blue and white irises,
marigolds and geraniums of every colour
and the garden is a wonderland in the sun.
Satish Verma, 4 november 2013
This wake, I owed it to you, my defining moment:
for the raw melding, of life imprisonement
and death behind the bars. The sin had
seeped slowly in the foundations. A blurred view
of the caravan passing on the shifting sand
of quarter-century; the devastation had turned
black in smug oasis, the victim will not
become virgin again. Blind dead will monitor
the course of grievers. On to her tongue
I leave the endless stars and you will forget
the bull-dosed windows and weeping walls
of incaracerated house where the daily meals
were sex and rape; the strange shadows
of crime and pardon are breaking now
in blue sky after the defeating moon.
* After hearing the verdict on Josef Fritzl on 19th March 09
Satish Verma
Milena Sušnik Falle, 3 november 2013
Nikoli
ne spregovorim
o samotnih obrežjih,
mehkobnih senc
svojega rastja,
vijugasti strugi reke sna,
mrtve ljubezni na njej,
bohotno bizarni enoličnosti,
ki plaho razpira nedra,
vezice duše nemi.
Nikoli,
ne spregovorim
o razsutih črepinjah sonca
na pragu navade,
ne nizko razgibanih
korakih vsakdana,
ne sijaju položenem vame,
mehkobno – na moje rane,
kdaj pa kdaj – tudi ne včasih,
govorica v očeh vzkipi.
Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija
Milena Sušnik Falle, 3 november 2013
Pozno poletje
niha daleč v leto,
čutno lesketa prostor
s prozornimi zastori
obrušenega spomina.
Na pragu jeseni
otožno purpurni odtenki,
vznemirjajo gladino jezera,
v zamaknjeni pokrajini
zrcalijo samotnost hiše,
skalnatih temeljev,
dotrajanih vratnih opažev, oken…,
opazno razpadajočo
pod krošnjami vrb žalujk -
kot odtisi let na krivuljasto
žilnatih listih življenja;
zaljubljeni v šepet narave,
zamotani v otožnost,
v pokrajini brez žive duše,
zibam v sebi brezciljni zanos,
kot šepetajoče ustnice
izpoved najlepših besed.
V zapoznelem vzgibu poletja,
bijem nostalgičen boj,
begotno – kot veter z mlini;
s prepletenimi prsti
mirim notranji trepet,
ne znam drugače
orisati hotenje svojih rok,
zatečeno v oddaljen čas.
Obujena idila,
zastaja v meni,
živi brez časa;
kupole daljav,
hranijo skrivnostne občutke,
nikoli postarane;
monotonih misli bredem po koncu poletja,
kjer nihče več ne hiti mimo koga -
na obrežju venečih trav,
diham v kristal samote,
praznih rok dojemam stisko
privajeno daljni zgodbi,
ki jo nosim v sebi
za neizogibno izročilo jeseni,
ko bo v vsaki kaplji jokalo,
odgovore vprašanj brez zatikanja,
v ponovljeno čakanje spremenilo.
Globok občutek neizogibnega,
kot kamnu bližina črnega maha,
preveva toplino kraja poletja;
sprijaznjena – polna sočutja
med vlakni pogubnih delov sebe –
s smehljaji mojih vzdihov
zavajam stražarje samote,
kot svetloba sonca - sence ,
nad pogubno platano poletnih raz.
Milena Sušnik Falle
(2011)
Bob Gotti, 3 november 2013
My heart and mind are so depraved, yet, by God I’ve been saved,
When to me God would afford, salvation through Christ, The Lord,
Through salvation, I am forgiven, now, New Life I have been given,
Now in Christ, I’m a New Creation, all afforded by God’s Salvation.
This happened the instant when, by God’s Spirit, I was Born Again,
Born anew, by The Spirit of God, while a sinner on this earthly sod.
Where on earth, no one is good, while from Christ it is understood,
“No one is good, no not one”, I have the righteousness of The Son,
Not a righteousness of my own, but, which is found in Christ alone,
His Righteousness imputed to me, all done by The God of Eternity,
Righteousness received by grace, when in Christ I believed by faith,
This, that I could live this life, in the Righteousness, of Jesus Christ.
Though I am still a sinner friend, my Lord has for me a glorious end,
One which began upon this earth, this when I experienced New Birth,
As a believer I am now set apart, granted, from Christ, my new start,
This began for me that new story, which shall end in Heaven’s Glory.
Friend, it is alone the Righteousness, of my Lord God, Christ Jesus,
That saved me from sin’s marketplace, all provided by God’s Grace;
There is nothing I could have done, apart from the life of Gods’ Son,
Who paid sin’s entire penalty for me, on the bloody cross of Calvary.
(Copyright ©11/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 3 november 2013
My emotions go up and down, while changing a smile to a frown,
But, The Holy Spirit dwelling inside, is for me God’s stable guide,
So as my emotions fluctuate, during times that I didn’t anticipate,
God’s Spirit along with stability, also grants peace and tranquility.
Up and down my emotions can be, but, I serve a God of stability,
Knowing the beginning and the end, God’s with me at every bend,
Yes, every bend, during this life, through the trials, pain and strife,
When emotions sway towards fear, I know my God is always near.
For although my emotions change, my God shall remain the same,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow, He remains true, in all my sorrow,
My Lord and God changes never, as He remains the same forever,
With all of my trust placed in Him, my Lord grants me peace within.
God has me safe within His hand, even in times I don’t understand,
Through all changes my life will take, I know God shall not forsake,
Me, while I journey in this life, for I belong to His Son, Jesus Christ,
Who, by my side, today leads me, to my glorious home in Eternity.
So when my emotions begin to fall, I’m reminded, Christ is over all,
That’s every single aspect of, my life on earth, from Heaven above,
As God grants me sufficient grace, for all the trials that I shall face,
As I move toward my ultimate destiny, of a life with Christ, eternally.
(Copyright ©10/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 3 november 2013
Wisdom is calling souls today, to come to God in Wisdom’s way,
While Wisdom sends forth her call, upon this world, to every soul,
For Wisdom has prepared for us, a house built on Righteousness,
Built up with seven pillars strong; being complete for every throng.
Wisdom has prepared her feast, for those with plenty, to the least,
While she has set her table for all, for both the great and the small,
Wisdom has sent out her invitation, to all souls without reservation,
Her invitation for all to come, regardless of where are you are from.
She calls the simple to partake, but foolishness they must forsake,
As wicked ways all must spurn, to come to Wisdom and truly learn,
With wisdom being their selection, they must be open to correction,
Learning from every past mistake, as Wisdom’s feast, they partake.
As scoffers come along our way, rejecting what Wisdom has to say.
All filled with arrogance and pride, by them, wisdom shall be denied,
Correcting then in Wisdom’s name, brings upon one hurt and shame,
For hate the scoffer will project, toward one who chooses to correct.
Will you today heed Wisdom’s call, to seek The Lord Who’s over all?
Leaving old ways, that you know, so through Wisdom you can grow,
Changing to a life of Righteousness, this as you follow Christ Jesus,
As Wisdom shall multiply your days; with a long life, to God’s praise.
(Copyright ©07/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 3 november 2013
Relationships are ordained by God, all around this world men trod,
A relationship between man and wife, ordained by God for this life,
Sex, was also ordained by The Lord, one fact that is often ignored,
Through the words that we receive, in the garden to Adam and Eve.
Sexuality, which God ordained, in that garden, today has remained,
As God’s standard for all the earth, to procreate through child birth,
This was God’s marriage declaration, to fill His ordered procreation,
For through marriage man fulfills, that need to multiply as God wills.
Sex reveals the heart of man, in light of our Creator’s ordained plan,
With sex involving a man’s thought, good or evil by man is wrought,
For inside of marriage it’s honorable, outside of it is against His will,
As this institute is understood, proclaimed by God to be very good.
God’s one purpose for relationship, is intimacy and companionship,
In that garden, filled with bliss, God acknowledged man’s loneliness,
It’s not good for man to be alone, so He created a mate for his own,
Man and woman, one flesh together, a relationship to remain forever.
Sex is problematic or purposeful, this inside or outside of God’s will,
As it’s loving, pleasurable and also pure, in marriages that do endure,
Or it can lead one to immorality, as one falls to fornication or adultery,
Choices to be made by every man, accepting or rejecting God’s Plan.
This day, in light of Adam’s fall, we must be under the Spirit’s control,
Following God’s Holy Word is a must, lest, our hearts fall prey to lust,
Whether married or single my friend, God’s Holiness must be our end,
In our relationships while in this life, as we seek to honor Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©06/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 3 november 2013
To God, all evil is an abomination, what does He think of our nation,
A country led by darkened men, whose ways The Lord will condemn,
Is this today for us a wake-up call, in a nation which is about to fall?
Under the Judgment of God’s Hand, in an ever increasing dark land.
Rome, remember had fallen from within, due to the wages of her sin,
Not only one city, but the empire, led away through darkened desire,
Amoral desire from the political top, once started they couldn’t stop,
Rome spiraling down to her end, to the point of judgment my friend.
Judgment could be at our door, as our darkness abounds, for sure,
Stirred by political leaders in place, taking for granted God’s Grace,
Many leading this nation far away, from The Lord’s Righteous ways,
As the amoral, liberal ways askew, the righteous ways that we knew.
Righteousness that was the foundation, of this God blessed nation,
While men shake their fists at God, only inviting His Righteous Rod,
A rod that will bring judgment to, that blessed nation we once knew,
As we move to an immoral abyss, dismissing God’s Righteousness.
All across this country we trod, leaders are turning against our God,
Denying God, who brought salvation, to this blessed gentile nation,
Turning our light to darkness friend, as we see the approaching end,
The same judgment that Rome saw, when they ignored God over all.
(Copyright ©06/2012 Bob Gotti)
Satish Verma, 3 november 2013
Under lip's shadow
dislocated in faint moonlight
we discussed the maligned communications
between fuming monologues
of desiccsatd life. Sorcery was not able to
knife the secrets of the park, branches
and trees of memory. The game continues
in jungle of lies, blessed by lines of murder:
a divided loyality to have the last laugh.
The nose-dive for inheritance inside the flesh
lays the bones bleached white to dye
them again in pink morale:
I reach where I never intended to travel.
There is no death to mourn now. Each maggot
was ready to enter the spine of image.
Satish Verma
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