Satish Verma, 30 august 2013
prisoner of retribution,
he was buried under a salt lake,
elusive, his crotch,
not far from stings of wasps,
the blood spills,
he would wonder how to catch the truth
in black river,
wrapped in imperforated causes,
leaking with curses,
black conjugation of greeds,
with the grief unbuckling the grudges,
uncut wounds, festering under the skin,
the stink starts scything, he starts
folding the denials, in self praise
Satish Verma
Salvatore Ala, 29 august 2013
When everything is repaired with gold leaf
Good will shines brighter through our blood
Like a poem with golden seams or a living art.
So your favorite bowl shattered like the world,
Its pieces are still a bowl.
It could also be a more beautiful world.
Joe Breunig, 29 august 2013
Moving away from unholiness is attainable,
by modifying and monitoring your godless behavior.
Know that you’re called into fellowship with Him;
begin mirroring the traits of our blessed Savior.
For you can do all things through Christ,
who joyfully and faithfully strengthens His Children;
you have been given the necessary Biblical tools
for overcoming Life’s constant pressures of sin.
Turn away from impurity of thoughts and actions;
instead focus on Christ’s perfect righteousness;
find your identity now - in Him and His Kingdom;
remember that you’re always… called to holiness!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
1 Thes 4:7; Heb 3:1; 2 Tim 1:9; Phil 4:13;
1 Pet 1:14-16
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 29 august 2013
O Lord, I thank you once more,
for Your measure of faith in me.
I’ve made a decision of how to act,
regardless of what I feel or see.
I chose to release my faith three ways:
by praying, saying and doing what I should.
I trust You Lord to honor Your Word, while…
avoiding the silliness of knocking on wood.
Willingly, I step forward boldly with faith
through the wide doors of opportunities;
having consumed The Word in great quantities,
I speak firmly against Life’s uncertainties.
I have confidence in God’s perfect Love
and its ability to cast away unwarranted fear.
For Godly knowledge expands more quickly than…
the experiential accumulation of earthly years.
Using courage to press through mindsets of doubt,
I unashamedly confess my Lord’s Word aloud;
for it allows me to remain on a straight path
and kept separated… from the faithless crowd.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Heb 13:5; 1 Tim 6:6; Phil 4:11; Rom 8:31-39
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 29 august 2013
To in your years of old age
discover your real life partner
leaves a person without words
when the work of God astonishes.
Gert Strydom, 29 august 2013
I receive a SMS with a short sentence
about how much you are missing me
and are aware of your humanity
but electronics peeps at me
with a small screen drawing a skew eye.
Gert Strydom, 29 august 2013
When I called you on my cellular phone
to tell you about the depth of my love
the signal broke
and I could not say a single word to you.
I could have send a electronic mail to you,
to say that I cannot take the loneliness anymore
but the internet cafe was already closed
and it was at a wrong time and hour.
When I picked up a pen
I did want to tell you how your absence troubles me
but continuously
I was spelling everything wrong.
Then I decide to risk arriving
unexpectedly at your door.
Satish Verma, 29 august 2013
that has been, was so raven
that you were hugging vanity
for the deportation of death
as a living;
fake predicates of a genius
like words falling as bucketfuls
of lies,
back to back coffer dams
collapsing, submerging
seers sarcophagi,
and the annual rings were becoming
deeper, mossed in misery,
his book of moon blackened,
goodbye, the dark unsinkable,
I am going to be reborn
in the abyss of my own sorrow
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 28 august 2013
When late at night she lays in my arms
then her breath blows against my face
and her hair is in a curly bush,
spread satin soft upon my chest
and I can feel every breath that she takes
while her eyes gleam like those of a cat
where in I am lost time and again.
Gert Strydom, 28 august 2013
With our legs twisted through each others
I can feel her heart beating under my finger tips
and there is something in her glance that binds me to her
while her fingers caress my face
and her hair is spread over my chest
like autumn leaves
with her fine fingers being like butterflies that flutter.
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