Gert Strydom, 3 october 2013
In spring I long
for the autumn’s stretched out afternoons
when leaves fall and fall
almost secretive to the earth.
In summer there are times
when I long for the days of winter rest
and in autumn I do remember the spring
which stretches her flowers out wide
and I really want to smell her fragrances
but I can only come to the conclusion
that life does constantly run into a season
and that a person has got to experience
all of the different seasons and times
with someone that you do love.
Gert Strydom, 3 october 2013
When the spring rain pours down
it seems as if the road does exude
a glorious cloud
with the fragrance of the rain being everywhere
and the fragrance of new life
that comes from the ground
when new sprouts do appear
and everything about me is green.
At this time birds rejoice
while they catch insects twittering
when a rainbow hangs colourful against the heaven
and God stretches out His great mercy over His earth,
does cover the veldt with green grass and flowers
and also with His love.
Satish Verma, 3 october 2013
In the orbit, fear was invisible;
was not seeking anything, just wanted
to become a stone;
break my body into seven rocks,
each one becoming a rhyme
never to die;
said, I am, now, is, not mildewed
past, not grizzly future.
Every moment myself.
Tree, river, cloud and mount
become aboriginal alphabets.
Sun walks alone.
Behind the death, another miracle
seals the lips of a dumb;
Only eyes will speak now.
Satish Verma
Anthony DiMichele, 3 october 2013
what sex and war have in common
besides beginning with blind passion
is their resultant carnage in the aftermath
of their engagement
*
Anthony DiMichele, 3 october 2013
war is not a word
full of ambiguities
it is full to overflowing
yes
fuck
love
too
but unlike them
war is always full of the same quarry
of insanity
*
Anthony DiMichele, 3 october 2013
Reality
a dumpster word
if ever there was one
too full of everything
to mean anything
in particular
it is something for dumpster
divers
to contend with
*
Scott Clark, 3 october 2013
A golem land of misty dreams.
Solemn and
what it seems.
Abondoned, lonely, possessed with fear
Listen well, hear it whisper "Come near , Come near."
Walk more careful, step more slow.
Avoid to find what demons know.
What lyes between death and dread
What lyes beyond, behind, ahead.
Who will comfort
all have gone
Just you inside this land alone.
Something scatters in the darkness
fast
Someone screams "Alone at last!"
Someone moans, cries, then yells
"Take me away!
Wicked spells!"
An ugly beast moves down the trail,
Your body is frozen, weak and frail.
Eyes of blood
teeth sharp and wet.
His claws reach out
His victim set.
You die again
a gruesome plight.
You awake and find a moonlit night.
Look around
this you find.
Grab your head
you loose your mind,
'A golem land of misty dreams
solemn and what it seems............"
Scott Clark, 3 october 2013
Come, Albatrose
and see my plight.
Ships are safe by ocean's tide
Let lifes' wings lift me out
up on thy glorious side.
Alas, still thou dost sail
amidst thy freedom and seest not my fall.
Thy wings are spread
Thy beauty assails
but how thy faith is small.
Vulturous belly
but beauteous fair
thou maiden of the sea
You fail not in thine own appitites
but in vain thou
comfortest me.
Scott Clark, 3 october 2013
Breathe o’er here, oh, Constant Blue. And let those lips be fair!
Blow yer fife fine, tickle this ear, and let yer nothing be new!
Ida, find that blowing sucker and give ‘em less than full
Whilst I dance me merry twiddle feet round and round ‘da stool.
Bob Gotti, 2 october 2013
God is sufficient in all things, as trials to us this life brings,
For He is The Lord over all, all our problems big and small,
Taking us from place to place, God leads us by His Grace,
As we come to another bend, God gives victory in the end.
For every victory belongs to God, wherever He has us trod,
As we journey on this earth, through the power of new birth,
As Christ leads us, all the way, by His Spirit, night and day,
As God uses a believer’s life, as a witness for Jesus Christ.
From our witness, some believe, as the Savior they receive,
But those not of God’s elect, hear The Truth, but then reject,
Truth about God’s salvation, and so reject God’s Revelation,
But some accept what we impart, allowing God in their heart.
Every changed heart and life, will be a letter of Jesus Christ,
A living epistle for The Lord, which, by others is not ignored,
As from old ways they depart, led anew by a changed heart,
Leading others, by our witness, to their Savior, Christ Jesus.
All by the sufficiency of Christ, to produce in men a new life,
As God’s Spirit works in men, as in Christ they’re born again,
Through the power of salvation, God starts a transformation,
Of that believer’s way in life, all for the Glory of Jesus Christ.
This same transforming power, helps us every day and hour,
Through the trials we may see, God’s Grace and Sufficiency,
In His sufficiency along the way, He holds us up day to day,
During all challenges in our life, for the glory of Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©09/2013 Bob Gotti)
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