Gert Strydom, 2 august 2013
We sat near the steps of the porch with your hand
touching my own
your eyes sparkled like those of a wildcat;
I have not known
a glance as sweet as a lingering kiss,
saw a small frown
creasing your brow against the bright hot sun
while just being with you were the greatest fun.
Satish Verma, 2 august 2013
blemish of the needle in eye spreads:
do you still see the moon in the hills,
outstripping the aura of midnight?
resilient, waiting for a renaissance, for
a finger on the lips in dark, to read the
symptoms, feeling floral in wilderness,
the reclining Buddha will speak now,
on stillbirth of a truth in valley of lies,
telling them the god was sleeping
in sorrows of world, the spider looks like a
man's face, moving with large belly on the
dried corpses of hapless ants, the art of
dying, without pain, when the plane was
diving, splitting into two, unconscious of
pins and butterballs, in the mouth of mantis
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 1 august 2013
To the uncircumcised heart,
a real relationship with God
is not only strange and peculiar,
it’s unbelievably… odd.
For what role does Mankind play,
that Jehovah is mindful of us?
How could the embodiment of Love
allow us to martyr Christ Jesus?
Unlike the angels of the heavenly realm,
we’re made in the image of God Himself.
Christ was not crucified for angels, but…
to insure a way of bringing us back to Himself.
For we’ve been given physical and mental strength,
His Word, desires, sacred power and authority.
So embrace the liberating message of the Gospel
and determine your level of desired intimacy…
with God, our Creator and Divine Maker.
Seeds, containing abilities of earthly success
were spiritually deposited in us, and are ignited
when we humbly acknowledge Him and confess…
the Truth of Christ’s holy, sacrifice
and our dependence on Providential Love.
Know that as His Children of the Kingdom,
you’re blessed with promises from above.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Psa 8:4-6, 37:4, 91:1; Gen 1:26-27; Luke 10:19
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 1 august 2013
Help me Lord, to acknowledge those
who labor within my sphere of influence,
for they too deserve my prayers for them.
Help me Lord, to lovingly admonish those
who lack a proper sense of discipline,
for like me, they require spiritual guidance.
Help me Lord, to quietly comfort those
who seek cooperation and genuine fairness,
that serves all of my neighbors equally.
Help me Lord, to forgivingly tolerate those
who are stronger or weaker than myself,
for we need to sustain each other via Love.
Help me Lord, to patiently teach those
who are in need of instruction and training,
so that they can live with abundance.
Help me Lord, to wisely scrutinize those
Scriptures that uplift my spirit and soul,
insuring that I praise You… in all things!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
1 Thes 5:12-22
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, 1 august 2013
Although our feelings are true winter comes
too suddenly
and in our quick approaching middle-age
we love gladly
while life rushes by in the good and great times
and part of me
always remains hidden quite deep in you
and some thoughts of you in all that I do.
Gert Strydom, 1 august 2013
While clouds did mill, ominous thundergirt
and in darkness
pile all over the distant horizon
we did caress,
with lips upon lips silently meeting;
our God did bless
us with His own lingering company
while in a storm we did each other see.
Wind did suddenly rock the little tent’s roof,
our God’s presence,
was everywhere, we were without a care,
to its essence
we talked about His might in that night;
our innocence
almost childly kept us from doing wrong.
both of our bonds with Him were very strong.
Gert Strydom, 1 august 2013
In that night we learned
what pain and joy is
and silently we lay in each other’s arms
in the darkness,
until the new day burnt the bright blue open
we were missing
as if we did exist in every moment
and were caught and trapped in each other.
Satish Verma, 1 august 2013
eyes will chew the words
i will not see all day along, do you hear
my thoughts in the icicles of flames, my bones
jutting out of knuckles,
i will go to memory lane once again:
where the stale smell of yellow pages
throws up invisible thighs groping for support
climbing in vain,
half moon floating on lake of tears
in fire of dark night -
drenched, he was escaping without legs
in white darkness of unaddressed pain,
sorrow of locked shame ...
victim of blisters on blasting flesh,
knees give way,
what was the date of surrender,
i was meditating on the ashes of serpents
beneath the ocean of protests in voyage
of solitude, as your lips quiver
in resilience of benign submission
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 31 july 2013
In my dream your photo frame memory
did not want to bring you back to me
and somewhere the forgetting did sneak in
as if continually you were hiding
but still my heart was full of affection and glee
while my own thoughts were jumping as if to be free
and they would go back to a day on the beach
when you did disappear and were out of reach
when the afternoon cannon thundered in the distance
and there was pain in that remembrance
as if I could not comprehend this breach
and we were away each to each
but of the depths of our love I did know
when from my anxiety my awakening was slow
while you were sleeping peacefully
and to my heart came a kind of tranquillity
while on the wall sneaked a shadow
and outside the streetlights did glow
Gert Strydom, 31 july 2013
Sometimes there is a small change
of brown to green
that your eyes make, when I touch you
and when I kiss you
they sometimes get the sun’s sparkle of gold
and what you do
to make them get different colours
stays ‘n big secret that neither of us know.
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