Yehoshua ben Peleh Shim'onai, 24 august 2013
Who is this daughter that's sweet to my sight
This maiden that's to my heart's a delight?
For my heart's taken by her smile so bright
And captured by her dovely eyes so light.
I beheld her with her peaceful glances
Gazed 'pon her beauty - her soul's quietness;
And I took delight in her loveliness,
Being taken by her face's sweetness.
For her beauty is not of jewelry
Nor of the aesthetics of the silly
'Tis not even of dressing fancily
Nor of seductive speech of her body.
But her beauty is of what is hidden
From her heart, desirable and golden;
Her beauty is of the woman within
And created by the Lord of heaven.
Behold, the innocence her smile displays
And the shalom that I see in her face -
'Tis the true comeliness I want to chase,
The love I'm asking from the God of grace.
The pur'ty in your eyes overwhelms me
Like those of the Shulamite - they're lovely;
Your face of calmness, so sweet and comely,
Is better than my delight in honey.
Your beauty, O daughter of the Highest
Is beauty which to me is the choicest
Like morning star 'mongst the hosts, shines brightest
Like a sweet wine in tavern, the finest!
Yet, 'pon God - should you be the one - I wait
In pray'r and work, holding on to the faith
For your worth is as the espousals' date -
I shall be waiting and shall not faint!
(8/14/13)
Satish Verma, 24 august 2013
It was a searing moment in grueling
heat of your flesh, the racist attack had come
to surface, the blue eyes,
edible gold, in nights
the pink veil of the moon,
I will cut my wrist to pour out the pure vermillion;
a huge umbrella of hot kisses
dissolving the contaminated beads
of musk, like fever;
the smoke rolls down the hills
of collective guilt,
an anonymous warning;
the frozen voice opens
like a black tulip on baby ice,
down under goes the sun.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 23 august 2013
How can I describe you,
your golden eyes that are constantly shining
that is at times hiding your thoughts
and the symmetry of your body,
the gleam that is caught in your hair
that falls soft as silk over your shoulders,
how your glance and expression sometimes catches me,
the intimate knowledge of your body,
the way that you walk graciously,
how you throw your hair over your shoulder,
how you draw your mouth at times,
how easily you start a conversation
and just far too many things come to me
and it’s as if in nothing I can jot you down,
as if my thoughts are only hanging in empty words
and you are in my heart, in my spirit and my head.
Gert Strydom, 23 august 2013
When I can call you my very own
may this feeling and principle last eternally
and to the world our love be known
with only happiness for you and me.
When we both know the depths of bliss
let it be constantly sweet
with something more in each single kiss
and may we each morning each other greet
as if we will forever remain
in love, in companionship, in joy
even in days of sorrow and pain,
as if nothing can destroy
our sincere feelings which are true,
and may I forever remain loving you.
Satish Verma, 23 august 2013
Why deceptive retrieve
in a wheelchair
for the fallen?
Was it not a sheer
wrong message
of a space anxiety?
The aboriginal name
was dead in a traffic. What
a choice to breathe its
last in a city of buried
monuments? Vision of inner
city affiliates,
taking questions for
the first time. You
become only a body after the death.
A white rose waits
for a blue sea. The black moon
hovers around the old man.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 22 august 2013
One of the secrets of successful living,
is recognizing Christ as your source.
For only His divine principles assure
that Life stays on the Kingdom’s course.
For happiness will never be found
in the possession of earthly things.
The deepest of joy resonates when…
it makes one’s heart sincerely sing.
A genuine relationship with Christ
inspires one’s spirit to mightily soar.
With Faith, we are more than conquerors;
nothing is better or gives you more.
Become grounded on The Word’s strength;
open your heart to His holy commitment;
be identified as a Child of His, knowing…
that you will find real contentment!
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.
Joe Breunig, 22 august 2013
Genuine spiritual values
bring us both light and joy,
when we belong to Christ -
as His faithful girls and boys.
This is possible when we lean
on the foundation of Scriptures.
For true Life can be found within
the Kingdom’s wisdom and virtues.
Exercising faith will be our key
for staying on our holy path.
Remember that the wages of sin,
can not escape Jehovah’s wrath.
We need to accept the gift of Grace
and be submerged under righteousness.
At times, we will face difficulties
of traversing a spiritual wilderness.
Recall that our Lord has promised
to never leave or forsake us -
Especially when to His Principles…
we willingly and obediently acquiesce.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Rom 6:23, 12:12; 1 Tim 4:8; Jam 1:2-8;
Eph 1:19-26, 2:6-7; 1 Pet 4:13; Isa 55:12
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, 22 august 2013
Far too transitory daily life is,
in nothingness
we try to find some kind of real meaning;
with willingness
to change, to love and then to really live;
in lastingness
we try to outwit even oblivion
but our own lives do not go on and on.
Gert Strydom, 22 august 2013
To mere humans He gave power
that when in love they come together,
they do create just as Him
and together forge new life
and on every new creation day,
when for the first time a child cries
it is witness about Godly power
and we do become inundated with joy,
when we are bound to a child
and to each other with blood
while we also find part of ourselves
and we want to find and presume only the best,
when the world is different from what it has been
and everything becomes tangible real like flesh and grass.
Gert Strydom, 22 august 2013
Stretched out is the veldt, free and wild
while time ticks of as if from infinity,
while like a god man looks at science
and reaches to self-destruction in mere audaciousness.
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