Satish Verma, 15 september 2013
Floaters swim in acrid clouds, I watch
myself killed by me, the image was real, oracular
ashen grey, sitting on a sand dune
I listen to the silence of bending and roaring faults,
the life repeats the mistake, possessed, chasing
the wheels, fever rising, the swish of a snake,
time; could not make it, daintly the moon drifts on
the dark contours, ripples of a lake, a flock
of birds turns inland into shadows of chorus
a small city of voices seeks freedom.
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 14 september 2013
All believers can have self control, as they obey the Lord over all,
In a sinful world filled with strife, this when we follow Jesus Christ,
Moved by His Word as we hear it, producing the fruit of the Spirit,
This, as we travel this earthly sod, convicted by The Spirit of God.
Throughout our life, as a whole, The Spirit can helps us to control,
Our own desires, within our life, through The Spirit of Jesus Christ,
Learning in our life to abstain, from fleshly desires in order to gain,
Spiritual wisdom in a world of sin, gained through The Spirit within.
Self control permits us to fulfill, not our own, but The Father’s Will,
When The Holy Spirit controls us, we can focus on God’s purpose,
Guided and moved by His love, we purpose to live for God above,
This, when God’s Spirit controls us, to live in God’s Righteousness.
Self control comes through discipline, when we live our life for Him,
Our Lord and Savior, Christ Jesus, to live a life, which truly pleases,
The Father above, watching all, who demands from us, self control,
As we’ve crucified our own desire, to live for God, spiritually higher.
As God’s divine nature we partake, earthly desires we must forsake,
As our whole life to Christ we give, a spirit filled life we need to live,
Walking not as in our former life, we live anew through Jesus Christ,
Putting off the old man’s ways, while living for His honor and praise.
(Copyright ©09/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 14 september 2013
As we have Christ’s Righteousness, we too grow in His gentleness,
Gentleness, dealing with others, unbelievers and Christian brothers,
Being gentle, humble and meek, while our Lord’s will we daily seek,
Sharing God’s Truth with everyone, in the gentleness of God’s Son.
Gentle and fair minded, we must be, so as we live life, all shall see,
This as we testify for Jesus Christ, His gentleness, must fill our life,
As we deal with our brothers, when for Christ, we encourage others,
Helping brothers that fall to stand, this with a gentle heart and hand.
A Christ like model, we must impart, with a true, gentle, loving heart;
Christ, who came to provide us rest, from every burden, trial or test,
So, we need gentleness, not a rod, as we serve others, for our God,
When helping or correcting anyone, we must be gentle, like His Son.
Regarding gentleness, understand, it’s not optional but a command,
Direct from our Savior, up above, to live in His gentleness and love,
Putting off old ways of wickedness, to be clothed in His gentleness,
This also is for husband and wife, as they live out their Christian life.
The Word of God must have its way, as we live this life, day to day,
As we live for God on this earth, through the Spirit of our New Birth,
Desiring to be like who God sent, our Lord, His unwavering Servant,
Filled with His gentleness and love, as we point other to God above.
(Copyright ©09/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 14 september 2013
To live fruitfully, in difficult days, is for God’s Glory and Praise,
While loving kindness fills our life, by the Spirit of Jesus Christ,
When in God we are Born Again, kindness we afford to all men,
With a renewed heart and mind, we share His love with mankind.
God exemplifies love the best, when recalling God in every test,
Just as God dealt with Israel, His kindness was shown in His will,
Like God showed kindness to us, through His Son, Christ Jesus,
By the Sacrifice He had done, His Love is extended to everyone.
When we all were spiritually dead, God showed kindness instead,
Sending His only Son to Calvary, as the sacrifice for you and me,
Paying for us the ultimate price, to be for sinners God’s Sacrifice,
Thus, allowing us when dead in sin, to experience New Life within.
When redeemed by God’s Salvation, kindness is His expectation,
So now, a New Creature in Christ, kindness is expected in our life,
This in every saved believing heart, as God’s Truth we now impart,
When in God’s Nature we partake. His Kindness, we can’t forsake.
Receiving Christ’s Righteousness, our life must display godliness,
As we serve on this earthly sod, spiritual fruit is cultivated by God,
As we allow God to have His way, displaying kindness day to day,
Submitting to The Spirit of Christ, Loving Kindness can fill our life.
(Copyright ©08/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 14 september 2013
Believers accept this very hour, The Word of God in all its power,
The Living Word, truly adored, is sharper than a two edged sword,
His Word is living and powerful, above, to accomplish God’s Will,
Discerning of hearts and thought, by His Word change is wrought.
We embrace His Word every day, for God’s Word, lights our way,
Accepted as the very Word of God, it’s our guide, where we trod,
This, while we follow Jesus Christ, applying His Word into our life,
His Word works in all who believe, as His Word, they truly receive.
His Word is valued more than gold, for His Truth never grows old,
As God’s Word is eternal, friend; for, He has no beginning or end,
His Word’s far above that of man, as His Word is His eternal plan.
As man changes, God will never, while His Word shall last forever.
God shall accomplish His Will, as through His Word He shall fulfill,
His ultimate plan and purpose, through all who follow Christ Jesus,
As He equips us for every need, while God’s Word believers heed,
Growing to be imitators of Christ; being as Apostle Paul in this life.
God’s Word is the ultimate Authority, for now and through Eternity,
Giving power, to reach all men, at any cost, when we’re born again,
For in this world He helps us cope, with His Word vital to our hope,
The hope we have in Jesus Christ, is to soon share our Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©01/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 14 september 2013
As the plans of men go awry, I depend on Him, who reigns on high,
The Lord who rules over everyone, Jesus Christ, God’s Eternal Son,
He, who holds this world together, this, as He reigns above forever,
Christ, who sustains all things, The Lord of lords and King of kings.
He allows dark men to be in power, for Judgment in a coming hour,
When liberal leaders stray from God, they invite The Lord’s iron rod,
As they lead the masses astray, they move a nation to a darker day,
For a Holy God must judge men, in that nation, God shall condemn.
It is men, not God, who moves, so those darker hearts He reproves,
For, as The Lord remains the same, He must uphold His Holy Name,
Against a people who have turned, away from God, so have learned,
The rebellious path of Satan’s ways, producing godless darker days.
So, I depend fully on The Lord, although by most God goes ignored,
But, while most live in flagrant sin, their ways are not ignored by Him;
So as I follow Christ and His ways, it is God, not men, whom I praise,
For God takes care of my needs, while in my life it is God who leads.
God rules over men and their ways, and is Light in these darker days,
This, as God judges a fallen nation, as many reject God’s Revelation,
Following the ways of darker men, the very ones God shall condemn,
But, God leads me in Jesus Christ, Who is leading me to Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©01/2013 Bob Gotti)
Satish Verma, 14 september 2013
Walk rosie, walk on the serrated thorns;
exiting the blue abyss, shamelessly a baby god climbs
a salt mountain, incantatory, flicks
through: cranberry, cranberry it was the end of beginning,
the whole, was in peril, bits flying, licking
the toes, upending the truth, cracks appearing one by one
the attic was full of portraits, atrium empty, the
blue landscape latched to windows, a sick air map,
pseudumonas again attacking the viscera, festering,
a roadshow full of blisters, ribbed easily, climbing
on the poles to get a look at queenbee, pretending
to replace the beyond, we will remain faithfull.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 13 september 2013
There’s sudden strength flowing
through black men’s souls
and Africans want a new king
a new Dingaan, Shaka, Mzilikazi,
to drive the white man into the sea.
Like giants they want to rise
and take what they think belongs to them,
they dance around the tribal fires,
drink homebrewed beer,
pray to their gods
calling up the spirits
and in Zimbabwe they find a man
and wage a terrible war there.
He is chosen as prime minister
and rids his country of opposition
unleashing his fifth brigade
on the Ndbele tribe
to exterminate, torture and to rape
fellow black citizens.
Promises are made about agricultural fields
and white farmers are freed
of their ground and possessions by force
with the police backing up
the onslaught.
Food production dries up
and mass famine and poverty results,
the country is run into the ground
controlled by the power
of the security police and military
and the king is in the chair
still ruling with a iron hand,
gathering a fortune
in foreign banking accounts
and in his eyes,
he’s president for life.
Gert Strydom, 13 september 2013
Broken country, you know the sadness
of millions of people that are leaving you
and the silent fury and hatred
that is constantly present
and about pain and injustice you do bare knowledge,
about the silent yearning on each face
for something far better and on the street
you sometimes witness violence but also pity
do witness people that want a own life,
that want to have the right to a own work
and do want to reach out for a place in the sun
but you do know that many will never have it
and how deep the despair lies in their hearts
and that people want to live if they only could.
Satish Verma, 13 september 2013
After lifting the fingerprints of bloodbath
a bushfire starts, engulfing contradictions,
the gulf between erosion of truth and
survivors appears widening. Tiny ants smell
blood, exfoliation begins, from
nameless earth for the exodus of barefoot,
the epic of tragedy, something in the debris is left
for acetic reminder, a death reunion.
The pain starts the saddest saga of human
suffering, a salt lake melting in each eye and then in
every courtroom the defence for the crimes, bail -
out by the buried dark sniffing of fecundity.
The night wraps me, the land of my birth
haunts in its greenness, the wounded sea bids
refugees to hostile shores, a cracked sun
welcomes the lost umbical cords.
* On the plight of SRI LANKAN TAMILS
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