Gert Strydom, 5 april 2013
So beautiful in the hand of a man in love
matchless in a vase, on the suit of a bridegroom
when a message of love is conveyed
and later they are given in mourning
when the coffin descends into the grave
or are withered, dried out, crumbling
when a bush of rose have no more meaning
and with the fragrance and colour fading
roses go straight to the rubbish bin.
Gert Strydom, 5 april 2013
With how the night can unfold
I am quite familiar
with how teeth, wing and claw
can grab, can tear and disfigure.
I have know the inside
of each moment, each second and hour
how things functions, fits in;
I have seen the fire
in the eyes of carnivore in the back-veldt
where the remote places can bring peace,
I have seen how nature had been
with the simplicity that makes it great
and in the faces around the circle of the fire
every other thing had been excluded.
Gert Strydom, 5 april 2013
How naked the veldt lays uncovered
widely stretched out and great
with aloes that speckle the hillocks red
and wild plums that sprout out of the earth’s womb
Satish Verma, 5 april 2013
Casuarina! I miss you a lot.
Why don’t you reclaim this drab century
by your drooping branches,
off from the poetry of water?
The words are dried up.
No rustling sounds, the winged
creatures broke the mirrors,
a black moon.
I am walking without legs
in the sea of encounters.
The headless groom was searching his bride
amidst fallen greens.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 4 april 2013
Long ago my Lord, I desired…
to share myself with You completely.
Under Your everlasting covenant,
You etched Your message of Love
upon my open and tender heart.
Now I radiate with joy and knowledge
from having Your Principles imprinted
on my life and mind’s thinking.
As I’m steadfast on Your firm foundation,
continue to enhance our relationship.
Cleanse me from the impurities that stain,
as You have previously promised.
Show me how to find and seek…
the righteousness of Your Kingdom
for myself and others.
From embracing the ideal of dying to self,
Your spiritual seed of faith
exploded abundantly inside my spirit,
since it was planted… deep within me!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Psa 51:17; John 12:24-25; 2 Cor 4:10-12;
Gal 2:20, 5:24; Col 2:11-13; 2 Tim 2:11;
Eze 36:26-27
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 4 april 2013
Real Truth is still being sought out,
in this ever growing Age of Information;
the rise of social media has added
to the noise against spiritual institutions.
Unfortunately, ungodly behaviors continue to play out
within our society, neighborhoods and church pulpits.
We Christians must wholeheartedly repent now,
before His divine Grace, we unwittingly forfeit.
Sacred texts attest to God’s existence by faith,
while Science can only prove Him via logical sight.
Genuine and unstoppable power comes from His Word
and never by the temporary strength of human might.
Personal accountability and responsibility
can be displayed via righteous servitude;
develop your unique identity in Christ
with the character of ethical fortitude.
Consumption of the Scriptures should not be ignored
in favor of viewing biblically, inspired frescos.
Be girded on the foundation of Jehovah’s principles
and put an end to the ongoing… moral fiascos.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 6:10; Lam 3:22-23
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 4 april 2013
I sat out on the sofa and looked at the stars; which one are you
I miss you and wanted everything we could not have
New beginnings, old memories
Why won't you talk to me; is it a secret that I cannot share
You seem so distant at times but then you will tell me you love me
I must confess, it is so nice to hear
Everyone wonders where are you; I am now one of those
God gave you a blueprint of life; do I not share it with you?
I am smitten by your charm, taken aback by your ways
I only want what is best for you; do you know that?
I am starting to doubt myself, Am I good enough
It seems to me , like you are running as fast as you can
I realize you are very busy ; but a simple "Hello" would do
I will always love you and the sound of your voice......
Please tell me it is OK, please respond to something
Those who ask me questions, I have no answer for......
Is it just you being you?
Or me being me?
PLease say you are happy; it means a lot
Even in your darkest thoughts; you have made a difference in my life
I am praying for you...it is all I can do
You are my dearest frind; I miss you terribly
God has a purpose for you that is held in his heart
God has a path for you; that is held in his grace
"The Lord will fullfil his promise for me, your love, Old Lord
endures forever
Psalms 138:8
Gert Strydom, 4 april 2013
Day and night he searches for work,
And spend only money on that which is necessary.
He picks up old bottles and boxes
that he later trades in or sell
and when the night comes
he plays snooker, pool or darts
or whatever game that brings in money.
Gert Strydom, 4 april 2013
Out of the mist and rain along the old road
down the slope of a small mountain pass
an old man rides with his bicycle to town
with a plastic bag in which bottles tingle
each time that he treads on the pedal
while the sun breaks through
the clouds every now and then,
comes over the edge
of the Outeniquq Mountains.
Gert Strydom, 4 april 2013
Bundles of vestibules lay tables full,
anything from pumpkins
to green watermelons,
even milk are ladled out in buckets
as people while about in numbers,
biltong is weighed off
and even dogs are being sold.
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