Disia Brenize, 19 august 2013
On the verge of tears
Is not a happy place
Its one of great distress
And one of huge disgrace
The feeling in your chest
Heavily weighing you down
The tears hanging from your eyes
And the ever deepening frown
And sits in side your throat
And you hold in its spot
As you try not to scream
I t steadily grows hot
Your breath begins to shorten
Becoming short and hollow
The tears stream down your face
They never wait to follow
You’ll from now till later
And slowly feeling better
As you do feel better
Your shirt will feel much wetter
Gert Strydom, 19 august 2013
Sometimes I just want to be with you
and I want to stand close to you,
want to break your mouth open with my tongue
but days just go on
and sometimes a kind of deep fear comes
that everything is just passing
and far too quickly week upon week goes by
while the hour-work keeps ticking.
Gert Strydom, 19 august 2013
Just to you deeply I have bound my heart
and then I did trust you
with personal things that can destroy my life,
and I do hold onto you
as if you are a barrier against every danger.
You are my wife,
my companion, my friend – more than this -
the one in whose hands I am placing everything.
Amreen, 19 august 2013
An illuminating sun basks in the glory of a virgin sunrise
and the birds flight
in the search of food.
Their journey isn’t the same always
yet they trust their creator
who has promised to feed their stomach
with the survival of every dawn.
Yet we look around for dreams
with a heart of despair
and etch the smiles we lived once
with haunted memories of failure.
Our minds hold a faded belief for him;
whose caring shadow resides within our shadow
and live a life of disbelief
where every breath seems half past dead.
~~~~ Amreen B. Shaikh
Satish Verma, 19 august 2013
All I wanted was to arrive from the absence
of me, through the sluice of scars; life was
never the same again. Some inner birth took place;
awakening of sorrow for the attempts to take on adversary.
Pure disquiet, I shed myself, fly in grains.
Truth scares, stalks on the hot dusty road;
blinds the pinnacle, gives a call, needles in
eyes, a cult blooms in the rubble of fallen roofs.
The self betrays, does not reach the door,
within grief the sky blames the senses of space,
the flying bird sprays blue sparks of silence,
a cadaver collects the fire of neglect.
A spoken body loses the arithmatic of
stubborn cleft in the faith, pebbles on the beach,
each one for a fallen man, kissing a snake.
The memorial has golden letters on black kill.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 18 august 2013
Come Naja, come:
from the scented tree
and spread out your hood.
I will pull you down on my lips
One day.
Classical porn, Neanderthal.
In your stark nakedness I wanted an asylum.
A place guiltless, hands blackened, moony face,
Nothing to hide, except the fame
Of a fear.
Can I breathe in a cosmos? with integrity?
The interviews are corrupt, the dales stun,
The peace perverted, destroying the white birds.
O browning sun!
Wait till the moon rises.
The daily war is very raw
You burn your fingers
for purity.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 17 august 2013
climbing on the umblical hill
ahead of the contours,
a denier
alters the chemistry of hate in negative space;
fauna of the earth springs black stones,
man made, on the glistening sex of
lotuses, a forgetfulness ensures
the conceptual withdrawl of the red bull;
hand in hand a sea walks towards the tender beach
to dazzle the hidden sun,
light was inside his body, but he was still
groping for the sleeping lips of a virgin,
into her broken promises; the debris throws up
the severed limbs to negate the will
to live, words must betray a step down, maintaing
a clueless trauma, there was fearlessness,
but no dignity, you have drawn a horizontal
line hugging the boundaries of truth
and lies, I recall buddha to smile in the
eyes of death
Satish Verma
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 16 august 2013
My mind was filled
With too many thoughts,
Thoughts of the past,
Thoughts of the future,
Thoughts about my near and dear;
I began to worry,
I was unhappy,
I felt so heavy.
One night, I saw in a dream,
A stranger on a train
Sitting opposite to me
And asking me,
‘Why are you unhappy?’
I was shocked!
Had he the power to read my mind?
He said slowly,
‘Let go everything,
Fix your mind on the Almighty,
Think of Him
And He shall think about you.’
I woke up with a start!
Who was this stranger?
I thought,
Well, let me try.
I let go everything,
Began to think of Him,
My worries disappeared,
I felt so happy and so light!
[Published in 'Poetreecreations' on 15 August 2013]
Joe Breunig, 16 august 2013
The Body is composed of many parts
and it needs your gifting of talents;
open up your spirit and heart…
to provide God with holy service.
Don’t waste your earthly talents
with hardness of heart or disservice.
Find your identity in Christ!
Feed on the fullness of His Word
and enjoy His eternal Life!
Become part of Heaven’s story,
by allowing yourself to be…
Used for His Glory.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
1 Cor 12:14; Chr 31:2; Col 1:13; Psa 139:13-16;
Jer 29:11; Eph 1:4-5, 2:10
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, 16 august 2013
Most fail to understand the spiritual secret,
regarding the true power of the human tongue.
Proper and improper usage of its strength, allows
one to create consequences, that are far flung.
Consider the idea of words as ‘containers’,
housing both creative and destructive powers.
For even God is bound (Scripturally) by His Word.
Learn to alter your speech, starting this very hour.
Although you’re free to choose what is spoken,
allow your lips to be completely free of guile;
be disciplined and utter Biblical truths regularly
to avoid Satan’s ageless traps of worrisome trials.
The Godly principle of ‘sowing and reaping’,
demonstrates that our words have responsibility attached;
the unleashing of power may be initially unseen,
but either acts of good or evil have been dispatched.
Will you decide to edify and exhort souls today
or unwittingly deflate the spirit of others?
Can you be slow to speak and quick to listen?
Will you help or harm… your sisters and brothers?
Don’t let unnecessary, careless words fall onto the ground;
speak with kindness, thoughts, that are Scripturally sound.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Jam 1:26; 1 Pet 3:10; John 10:10; Phil 4:6-7; Prov 15:23
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
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