Satish Verma, 20 april 2013
A distraught moon
takes a misstep
and goes behind the hill
to take a holy bath.
Disconnects
with a trespasser
and sends to night,
a bouquet of stars with muffled prayers.
Shades of lies haunt, in flames
of faith. A suicide bomber ploughs
through a playground, throwing the bits
of human pieces on nets.
Satish Verma
Alex Perez, 20 april 2013
As time goes on… I sit back and watch the world around me move slowly,
Here I am observing my surroundings; occasionally texting a few people that know me.
It’s late in the day and things seem as ordinary as ever,
So here I am sitting down… trying to figure out if I can come up with something clever.
I’m doing a little brain storming and I think I came up with an idea that just popped up as a creative thought,
Now maybe it’ll work… maybe it won’t; but I’m giving it a shot.
I’m putting my mind into it the best way I can,
The next thing to do is to put some action into it; because I already have a plan.
Now I wonder what kind of feedback I will get; but I’m not going to worry,
I’m just going to write it down before I forget… so I guess I should hurry.
I want to start writing because I have a lot going on in my mind,
But once I looked at the page in front of me… I was surprised because I was writing this whole time.
Alex Perez 2013
Gert Strydom, 19 april 2013
The darkness in me is summoned by tragedy,
oppression and the pain
that life sometimes brings and never I am truly free
while my tears are falling like rain
but in all things Your righteousness,
Your love and compassion
comes to me to bless, even in the nothingness
and in times of oppression
there’s a new light that I see,
while I look upon the cross, see You hanging in innocence
and even when my heart is full of anxiety
You bring me to acquittal from recompense,
to find inner strength and endless joy
instead of in anger that wants to destroy.
Gert Strydom, 19 april 2013
Even in times of great woe
when time moves far to slow
when havoc is present on earth
of Your presence I do know
Gert Strydom, 19 april 2013
In a world of agony and pain,
not only here and there
but the great kindness and love
of God does eternally remain
and the signs of his presence are everywhere
and nothing can His blessings remove
and wherever I look
new hope like flowers do daily arise
and from the plain to the brook
I see the tokens of His touching hand
and even when I do not understand
His decisions in my life are constantly wise.
Be joyful my heart
as daily God does His care impart.
ratnakar d mandlik, 19 april 2013
Scattered on an elevation are the Konkani huts
Adjoining the beach in an elegant resort.
With its "Tarang" the beach restaurant
On a platter natural beauty the duo present.
The divine scenic beauty and its' hypnotism
Spellbounds a spectator n pushes him in bosom
Of the mother nature and he enters a trance
Sitting under umbrella facing ocean Arabian.
Blowing hot air on scorching summer noon
Humid atmosphere soaking in perspiration
Compel even the birds to find their shelter
Leaving solitary ocean with his tides to roar.
Solace could be found from sip through straw
When ambrosia from raw coconut you draw.
That can make you in scorching summer calm
Standing beneath meager shadow of a palm.
-Ratnakar D Mandlik
steven cooke, 18 april 2013
No poppies for madam
that privilege is reserved
for the common man.
Drape her coffin with Union jack
though there is no union for me.
Your guard of honour is expecting you,
made from the empty shell of boys
who left their dreams on Falkland hill.
This life that you once held
will be remembered .
The miner’s bones will see your corpse
for death came to them with broken heart,
their blood was washed away
and community was lost of hope
In the weeping’s of a crying pit.
The taste of rabbit stew
still stays upon my lips,
for I shared my bread with neighbours,
while boys in blue waved five pound notes
and beat their shields in rhyme,
for they were truly, Maggie’s whores.
This common man seeks redemption for you
but forgiveness is for God to give.
These pearly gates that your spirit seeks
among the hymns that praise this earth
are but remnants of the pit gates
and in their rust they are jammed shut to you.
The chosen few were Maggie’s men
their daggers have been cleaned of blood.
The wits will praise your passing,
A final toast to Caesar,
“she came, she saw, she conquered”
but in truth they know,
the evils of today still carry your mark.
Iron lady your soul will seek the light
But your light went out long ago
during the Devils reign.
Lost in the furnace of men
lost in the pride of England.
And now your service has ended
redundancy killed you too.
Your victories have gone into history
but Steel and coal
and the grafters of England
will never forgive you.
Joe Breunig, 18 april 2013
Although we’re flawed,
as both sinner and saint,
we must learn to live
within Godly constraints.
Rain continues to fall -
both on the just and unjust;
faith requires maturation;
upon our Lord, we must trust.
We can cry out and praise Him
with supplications and our joy!
We are filled with confidence,
knowing we’re His girls and boys!
We can always rely on our Christ,
in all times and at every place.
Allow His peace to radiate
from the smiles on our faces.
We may be or become wounded, but…
battles of Life can’t defeat us;
ultimate victory has been promised
in our identity within Christ Jesus.
Strength of one’s beliefs is not
based solely on spiritual quips;
a dying world wants examples,
of how one is… called to worship!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 5:45; Rom 3:23; Eph 6:18; 1 Cor 15:57;
Gal 2:20; Rom 14:8; 2 Tim 3:12
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 18 april 2013
Must we compete in spiritual matches,
against unseen, devilish competitors?
Must we needlessly suffer and find…
our souls ending up both worn and sore?
Within this fallen, earthly world,
the rulers of darkness don’t worry me;
for I know that their authority
is incapable of imprisoning completely.
Their ongoing tactics of fear,
is something that I’ve already seen.
So I’m not concerned, knowing…
that I’m a member of the Kingdom scene
Although we’ve been unwillingly dragged
through pain, troubles, dirt and mud,
our continuing, sacred battle is…
not against flesh and blood.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Eph 6:12
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Siva Bhanga, 18 april 2013
MAKE A VOYAGE WITH GANJA SEEDS ON THE GANJA SHIP...
... IF IT GETS BROKE YOU GROW THE MATERIALS AGAIN!
FIBRE CLOTHES FOR THE FIGHT...THE JUICE WE STILL SIP...
... WTF THEY WANNA BURN IT ALL THEY'RE MUST BE INSANE!
DAMN, IT MAKES ME LAUGH... MY CHEST IS TAKING FIRE...
... BUT IT MAKE ME SAD, FOR ALL THIS IS JUST A MOMENT!
I TAKE IT ALL IN. WHY THE FUCK THEY CALL ME FAYA...
... DARK AIR TAKING PART IN MY RESPIRATION!
DISCARD THE PAST ITS NOT MINE WAS NEVER THERE...
... NOT TOO MANY THOUGHTS HIT HARD WITHOUT HESITATION!
LAYING DOWN IN PAIN THAT IS SO RARE...
... FUCK THE SIZE AND THE POWER I DONE FOUGHT LORD KRSNA!
LET HIM PUT ME TO SLEEP FOR THOUSAND WHOLE YEARS...
... HE BEEN BACKFIRING MY SHOTS;WITH SKILLS FROM MY RAVANA
BACK UP AND BLAZING: SPEWING FIRE EVERYWHERE...
SO SCARY AND FIERCE I REALLY WISH THAT YOU WAS THERE!
SAME STORY THIS TIME I CONFESS THAT HE'S THE ONLY AIR.
FIGHT FOR IS.. NOT WAS.. NOT WHAT MIGHT BE...!!
... WHAT IF WE ALL WISHED TO BE IN OUR PRESENT SITUATIONS...
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