Bob Gotti, 8 august 2013
We are to glorify God’s Name, yet, it is taken so much in vain,
The Name of our Holy God, used today with an irreverent nod,
Through their lives many show, that The Lord, they don’t know,
So I ask you with a curious nod, just who exactly is their god?
With the phrases, many do use, God’s Holy Name they abuse,
Against a Truth, in His Word, that many may have never heard,
That all who use His Name amiss, God shall not hold guiltless,
For abusing the Name of our Lord, by God will not be ignored.
The lives of many truthfully hints, to the fact of their ignorance,
Of a Holy God and His Son, whose Word is given to everyone,
For every soul on earth to read, so God’s Truths they can heed,
Yet ignorance, is so embraced, by men, His Name is disgraced.
But, every soul is accountable, yes, even that Unbelieving Fool,
As a fool says there is no God, not knowing they’ll see His rod,
For, The Lord soon shall come, to set up a Righteous Kingdom,
This after God judges every nation, according to His Revelation.
All will have the knowledge of God, as Christ reigns on this sod,
Where Christ will reign over all, even those whose belief is small,
Where Christ, The Eternal Prince, shall eradicate such ignorance,
Where all shall glorify His Name, never again to be taken in vain!
(Copyright ©01/2013 Bob Gotti)
Satish Verma, 7 august 2013
Bilobed ginkgo resolves the conflict
of soul and body on the right side of truth,
laid out on a table visited by desolation;
here comes the crash of bodies.
You stand up against the end of beginning
to lock eyes with destiny, answer obliquely
to raw questions about the baking in plastic
cauldrons, when heat was rising in blue veins.
Engulfed in fumes of muscular words, resonant
with agitation of black banners at the door;
who will stop the sea of whispering veils
defying the shower of bullets coming from windows.
They were out in black night, impoverished,
burning inside, in grass green mud, covering
the ornate faces. Folks dissipating
on blunt shades, your sun outraged.
Six steps to reach the house, you take
six hours. It was naked and desperate aggression.
Satish Verma
Fatmata Kaikai, 6 august 2013
Feverishly anxious the ticking of the clock siezes
Awkward faces glance patiently for her arrival
Dance the path of changes
Whisper in the air
Coming to a complete destination
Eyes tearing; Smiles widen
Innocence of crimson stings
Mesmerize the heartache wound
Condeming her true nature song
Uncertain the life of her choosen path
Redemption the inner struggle
Finally at a stage in life
Peace of mind
As seeking her lovers feature
In ripple effect
Coming to be one with herself
But also one with her lover
As the ticking of the clock run
Etenity of life
Never ending that spiritual movement
Gert Strydom, 6 august 2013
Forthright I want to love you
and I want to hold you dearer,
tell my deepest things to you
and where feelings begin
without words expose my heart
and never fabricate anything
but still make promises
and pray you deeper into my life.
Wynand Johannes Louw, 6 august 2013
Oh look how far the might have fallen,
look how far my idols descend.
Crumbled down from my pedestals again,
all my heroes and models and “friends”.
Oh look how far I have fallen again,
buried once more in the dust –
the wake of my hands’ “glorious” work,
drowning in choking despair.
How am I still acceptable to Thee?
Why do You not turn and run?
This mercy I still do not understand,
This mercy I long for again…
Gert Strydom, 5 august 2013
I who with my own strong defences
did fall in love with you,
was far too vulnerable in the dark night
when you were with me
and every morning, every new day
suddenly did happen
while we were experiencing something much deeper
and love was joining us both to each other.
Gert Strydom, 5 august 2013
The more intimate and better I do know you,
the more I am amazed
by your fragile humanity, by a beauty
that fits perfectly
into the part that my life needs
and like light on glass
you are tuned in on me;
even when life hurts or brings joy.
Gert Strydom, 5 august 2013
Your eyes that sparkle gold like the sun
have got stories,
secrets of how your feelings are,
tells constantly
that you do really love
and some metals
have got the same golden brown glitter
as that which continually dances in your eyes.
Gert Strydom, 5 august 2013
The more intimate and better I do know you,
the more I am amazed
by your fragile humanity, by a beauty
that fits perfectly
into the part that my life needs
and like light on glass
you are tuned in on me;
even when life hurts or brings joy.
Bob Gotti, 5 august 2013
All God’s Truth is black and white, with not a way to turn left or right,
No room at all for any liberal sway, as it’s a straight and narrow way,
A way which is an affront to most, as liberal ways they’d rather host,
Embracing this world’s amoral ways, while we slide into darker days.
Today, God’s Truth many compromise, misled by the Father of Lies,
Never thinking about the true cost, as many today are spiritually lost,
Knowing not God’s Word is forever, a fact which they think of never,
However, they will pay the penalty, not for a time, but for all Eternity.
Especially all those who proclaim, from a pulpit, His Glorious Name,
Who proclaim the Word of God, changing Truth with a deceitful nod,
Altering Eternal Truth, others hear, with little reluctance or Godly fear,
For God’s Truth many compromise, for their hearers, be it so unwise.
Men doing nothing, to stem the tide, of this ever present moral slide,
Sliding away from God’s Righteousness, into a darker amoral abyss,
Even preaching with a knowledge of, The unchanging Creator above,
Continuing to move farther from, The Lord and His coming Kingdom.
When moving from a righteous path, to one that invokes God’s wrath,
This, as they leave His Narrow Way, following instead the liberal sway,
Straying from Truths, black and white, into a gray, that’s dark as night,
A deplorable altering of God’s Truth, leading to God’s eternal reproof.
(Copyright ©08/2013 Bob Gotti)
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