Gert Strydom, 25 october 2013
It did rain for days
sometimes hard and at other times soft
and the thunder flashed blue-white
while all of nature was waiting on refreshment
but in our home we were sheltered comfortable,
we smelled the rain, heard the birds sing.
Together we did spend that time,
found something wonderful in each small thing
and the lawn was suddenly green
while new flowers were rising everywhere
and others did bloom in the new season of spring,
did astound us with their smell and beauty
and between us there was a tighter band
of love that goes deeper than feelings and the mind.
Gert Strydom, 25 october 2013
This afternoon I wanted to catch a moment in the sun with you
as if pulling out weeds in the garden after the spring rain
could bring something special to our being together
and with you I wanted time to linger
as if I was longing for wonderful moments
and the whole afternoon we were together and alone,
our conversation was about general things
in a garden with flower blooming and bird song
and then I realised about a garden of the heart
where the sun also does sometimes shine
and thunder clouds do come at times
in moments of pain and sorrow
and there was something special in being together
with the sun shining around us.
Satish Verma, 25 october 2013
Give me not your style today:
the visceral truth, liberated
from painkillers.
Spying singles out the flesh
after the resentment of torture
to do more wrong;
going away in yesterday
puts the life in apocalyptic shade,
the orange condoles for dark
when I lie still on flames
of sandalwood, setting the sun
bleed in blue eyes
of lonely sea. I am again
sleepwalking on salt lake ready
to draw the boundary of reasons,
the second-hand stitch for the eternal wound.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 24 october 2013
My soul prospers, regardless of my financial state;
my blessings come from God; upon Him, I willingly wait.
Constantly meditating on The Word, gives me peace,
since I recognize… that the Lord’s promises never cease.
When perceiving what issues are really important,
insures that I remain happy and thoroughly content.
El Shaddai, my God, of more than enough,
has nothing to do with me having more stuff.
Jehovah meets all of my needs abundantly,
especially when I honestly open my eyes and see…
that He continues to love me unconditionally!
And it’s my privilege, to trust Him completely.
My faith is far from a fake and fanciful whim,
seeing that my spirit is in alignment with Him.
With divine access to the “mind of Christ”,
I’m reenergized to appreciate His eternal life.
Although common events of life are not inevitable,
my approach will always remain… emotionally stable.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
John 14:27; 3 John 1:2; Phil 4:13
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
oluwatosin olabode, 24 october 2013
I need someone to talk to
But I have nothing to say
Hear me in my silence
As my heart pants in tears
I'm broken
I need strength, to say the least
Who's here to help me
I could really use a hand
Can't you sense my frustration?
I can really put d blame on everyone else
But no... I just need a hand to hold me
A shoulder to rest on
And a friend, closer than a brother...
I need someone to talk to
Someone without selfish ambition
Whose interest won't fade quickly
at the dullness of my worries...
A person setting aside ego
Just so he can hear me speak...
Can I please talk TO you?
Gert Strydom, 24 october 2013
Glory be to God
for all things bright and beautiful,
the lights everyone;
the rising and the setting sun,
the moon and all the stars
small flowers and huge trees,
the birds in the sky’s canopy
and everything that I can see
and that He made me free
to chose my own company.
Gert Strydom, 24 october 2013
In His great arithmetic
and at a exact time
God spoke and the great wide world awoke
coming in effect to His exact design
at a instant as at chime
the earth as a revolving sphere
placed at the right spot in space
to circle around a bright hot sun
and every thing naturally falling in place
with nothing cosmetic,
all functioning as it was supposed to be
and when all was set and done
He made man, a free willed living being,
designed in His own image
and He was satisfied
that everything was well.
Satish Verma, 24 october 2013
A mad resurgence of fake locks
paralyzes the arched doors of the hidden
walls, where the roses squirm under
the false kisses of a red moon;
they came again to police the blinds.
The mother digs up the charred body of
her son without singing the praise of
drifting star, till the scars become green.
It was the name of ivory grief, you never
know, when the blue milk turns malignant.
A hairy loss of heritage from the golden
heights of slumber. My constant truth
weeps without shame. This landscape
does not belong to ashes of broken history
of man. The delirium of war on laments
has wiped away the holding lights on shores.
Satish Verma
Eva from Barcelona, 24 october 2013
Your hair is air
Is waves
Can I balance
Backwards
Forwards
Left
Rite
Into the sky
Can I sleep
Can I fly
Could I
Under your ocean sight
Deep
turquoise
aquamarine
Can I swim
Can I
please
Can I dream
Your allure is wind
Is light
Is pain
Can I breathe
Can I stay
Can I remain
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 23 october 2013
Do we analyse what we lack?
Do we judge where we stand?
We feel uncomfortable seeing others
Standing on pedestals.
We try to pull them down
Instead of pulling ourselves up.
A sand-clock looks
Half full and half empty.
Why not try to fill up the void?
Perhaps we lack an asset.
The asset of courage,
The courage to move forward,
To judge ourselves,
To assess where we lack.
[Published in 'Fire Bird Poetry' on 23 October 2013]
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