George Krokos, 9 july 2013
Time spent wisely confers many a benefit
but time spent idly destroys man’s spirit.
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George Krokos, 9 july 2013
The light of intelligence shines most brightly in the creature that is man
yet he’s the only one of all who abuses this privelege as much as he can.
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Satish Verma, 9 july 2013
You come home, sitting on my shoulders.
I bid you farewell at door. Death tiptoes in dark
before looking at the bare hands. A new concept of
ending comes out from crozier. Uncoiling has stopped.
In loincloth a truth unravels the mystery of cells. A
warm transparency. You walk around objectively,
returning the gifts to birds, bees and aspens. It
was time not to put up excuses. The wings are tired
and wind was falling.
Let the dance of nothingness start!
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 8 july 2013
Have you begun an exciting, new journey,
from stepping in a new direction of faith?
Have you found your way out of the wilderness?
Remember your covering of Christ’s righteousness.
For you’ve been given ample opportunities…
to find your identity within His Kingdom.
Have you figured out by logic and reason,
how to enjoy spiritual fruits of a new season?
The secret is to spend quality time with The Word
and feed your spirit with His foundational truths.
From encounter to encounter and glory to glory,
fulfill your role… within the Kingdom’s story.
Know that the supernatural realm can be revealed,
once your life with Christ has been fully sealed.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 6:33; Heb 3:7-8; Psa 32:2; Acts 6:4; Rom 10:17;
2 Tim 3:16; Phil 1:6; Eph 1:11-14
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, 8 july 2013
Release yourself from haughty thoughts,
since God’s foolishness is wiser than you;
His wisdom and knowledge transcends time,
unlike the limitations of the Human view.
Release yourself from worries and concerns,
for He has promised to meet your every need;
reap benefits from the gifting that He placed
within your implantation of spiritual seed.
Release yourself now from your earthly cares;
honor Him with your time, tithes and talent!
Test the Lord today against His Scriptural Word,
for His grace will always be your Divine supplement!
Give yourself to God, while upon this earth you trod;
give yourself to His Light and sleep peacefully each night.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Phil 4:19-20; 2 Cor 10:5; Isa 57:15; Psa 90, 4:3-8
2 Peter 3:8; 2 Tim 1:7-10; Mark 11:22-25
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, 8 july 2013
(after Robert Browning)
I
Notice the fairy hanging on the wall
where she mischievously smiles as if she is alive.
That painting was painted for me by my wife
and although it’s somewhat small
it’s a masterpiece if ever I have seen one
and there is something in her glance
as if her eyes is radiant like the sun
but still it’s difficult to contemplate her countenance
but strangers like you notice her breast
and the light and shadow in the paint
or remark on the royal colour of her dress
but still lingering is something faint
as if there is an odour in the air,
as if she is right here.
II
In a week for business you are right back
and where the fairy was is just a blank spot
and on the wall to you something does lack
“but it was such a lovely thing was it not?”
“My wife ripped it apart,
said that there was evil to it
as she burned it bit by tiny bit”
“But it was such great art,”
you do protest
and I wonder what evil it did posses
in the eyes of my dearest.
[Reference: “My last duchess” by Robert Browning.]
Gert Strydom, 8 july 2013
I stopped to look at
a painting in a shop
and in a chair a fat lady sat
and there were several interesting things
to look at,
birds with flapping wings on swings,
anything that people would peddle
and there were several interesting things
and whatever I looked at the woman would meddle
talking about
anything that people would peddle
and I walked right out
without even seeing the painting,
and I had stopped
without even seeing the painting,
a painting in a shop.
Gert Strydom, 8 july 2013
The same face is painted
on all the canvases,
and whether she looks up, down
or straight at you
loveliness is mirrored
in her eyes, her face
and slender body
and she could be anyone
as she gives a own meaning
to everyone that watches her
and although similarity
to a real person
is portrayed in every way,
she remains
reflected as the painter
viewed her.
Sarah Bell, 8 july 2013
Deep down in the fiery pits of hell
war has started if you couldn’t tell.
The burning souls are screaming,
the demons eyes are gleaming,
they kneel down before the devils throne.
He’s the one of power, giving the commands,
for each he has the devious of plans.
The red hot flames are prancing,
as the devil starts dancing,
he’s scorching each man’s bones.
Seeing darkness when you look in his eyes,
collecting cruel spirits each time one dies.
High above the dark angels now flying,
all the damned begin crying,
in one piercing echoing moan.
S.A.B. 2002
Satish Verma, 8 july 2013
Dismentaling the menace
very discreetly, the matchmakers
walked over the hurricane to bring
back showers.
Unreachable, moon was smiling
in the blue sky. The maidens were busy
in observing a fast to get a muse.
A million stars went on counting the sins.
Innocent milk will fill up the breasts
of waiting mothers whose children
were coming back from the front. The
shadows were changing with weather.
Inertia of dust turns into a sculptor,
with eyesless sight. A mask falls
from a reclining god.
Satish Verma
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