Satish Verma, 1 march 2013
The skin drifts:
explores the trash:
Atlast the path was liberated.
Each leaf becomes a face
of a felled tree
outside the wisdom;
you make death
on water.
Accidental –
reversal of pathology,
a hospital expires in bed;
peace was shattered
in the womb of an oyster.
No pearl was found.
Communicating
with void, you reach the door of truth,
requesting to meet the core thought.
Turned down. You think.
Therefore I tell a lie
to bluff the god.
Satish Verma
Tori8242, 1 march 2013
Oh, come here might Eagle,
to the beach at Normandy.
Come fly to Hades' music.
Come,
murder faithfully.
Oh, come here tiny kitten,
to Antietam's sepulchre.
Come dance on death's dominion.
Come,
cavort with carnivores.
Oh, come here little Cinderella,
to the Garden's of Persephone.
Come play in darkened Palestine.
Come,
shatter your naivete.
louis gander, 28 february 2013
Oh, just as winds will carry on -
for years and centuries,
mere words cannot describe my love.
They pass with every breeze.
The winds still make it futile
as words pass by above –
but if I could grab hold of one,
I’d grab the word called ‘love’.
Words may describe a landscape -
some animals or birds,
but never is your picture worth
a mere one thousand words.
Oh, it would take a million words,
and then a billion more -
but have you time to listen as
I stand here at your door?
For every time your doorbell rings,
you yell, “Please stay away!”
but I have yet to even knock.
I’ve found no words to say...
Your doorbell keeps on ringing though
by yet another guy -
who runs on off to other doors -
and other doorbells try.
It seems I've stood forever –
but I will never quit -
in hopes that privately your door
will open up a bit.
Mere words don't mean so very much.
Our love was meant to be -
so I’ll keep standing at your door,
until you notice me.
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And then, by chance, your door should crack
and open up a bit -
I'd show you to your porch swing and
encourage you to sit.
Should sound not find my wordless lips
I'd take my nervous arm -
and put it 'round your shoulders with
a meek romantic charm.
Mere thoughts would run throughout my head -
for possibly a mile -
but then I'd hold your hand a bit -
as we sat there awhile.
My passion and my energy
could not hold back the bliss -
so then I'd lean right over and
I'd give your cheek a kiss.
I'd hold you close there in my arms
emotions on the move -
and there I'd stay committed as
my fervent love would prove.
The sun would set, but there we'd sit
in one prolonged embrace -
as words would still be meaningless
when I look in your face.
Oh, guys would still come knockin' -
recite their newest line -
but love cannot be broken now -
as you're forever mine.
And girls, also, just like words,
lack all their meaning too.
For I have packaged all my love -
and give it all to you.
~gander Copyright 2013
Joe Breunig, 28 february 2013
O Lord, holy is Your Name!
As one of Your many children,
my inheritance I openly claim.
Willingly I lift my voice in praise,
thankful for Your new mercies
and the warmth of the sun’s rays.
With genuineness of heart
and a simplicity of words,
I desire for Your kick start…
to begin this glorious day,
as I’m covered with blessings,
and faith’s fragrant bouquet!
Forgive me of my ignorance
and lack of spiritual understanding,
when I kneel before Your Presence.
Teach me Lord about true forgiveness;
etch its precepts into my heart;
allow me to remain covered by thy holiness.
Bathe me with divine inspiration,
and cover me with Your Essence,
before I embrace… death’s cremation.
Thanks for meeting my earthly needs;
keep me focused on right priorities
and spreading your Word’s holy seed.
Help me share my poetic story
and touch the lives of others,
until I reach… Heaven’s glory.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 6:9-13
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, 28 february 2013
As a Child of God, you’re blessed with favor,
since you’re a joint-heir with our Savior.
Don’t be ‘eaten up’ with unending discontent;
know that He has promised to keep His covenant!
So regardless of the latest, spiritual deluge,
in the Lord, you’ll always find safety and refuge.
Relief for your earthly suffering is coming,
provided to Him your heart-felt requests you bring.
Despite your painful past, your joy can be restored
when you humbly seek… the face of our blessed Lord.
Call unto Him now for your divine deliverance;
realize that His grace was already given in advance.
Allow Him to be your guide and inspiration;
be sure and be counted within His holy nation.
Love the Lord boldly without any restraints,
for His glory and purpose have no constraint.
So open your mouth and choose to loudly sing;
allow your praises for Christ to freely ring.
Faith is not an experience that can be skipped;
know that you are still… called to worship!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Psa 18:1-6, 105:1-4, 144:1-2; Exo 19:3-6
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
David de la Croes, 28 february 2013
The flames of the fire of our love
may have abated and subsided
but its embers still menacingly glow
and from time to time it's reignited
searing through us like lava's hot flow
until by joy fulfilled and delighted
it flickers, returning, mellowing slow,
into its normal pedestrian groove.
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 28 february 2013
A simple man, loved countryside life,
"How 'bout city life", proposed his wife,
Her naggings bitter,
He made a murmur -
"Another issue to start a strife."
[Published in the e-magazine ‘Frog Croon’ in March 2012 issue]
Alicja Kuberska, 28 february 2013
I looked at myself
in an old photo as if
looking into a mirror.
It is strange.
Have I faded so much
with the passing of years?
That girl had
brown hair
and red lips
waiting to be kissed.
I am grey and white
and have no sparks
of hope in my eyes.
All of the people
She loved were alive.
Images and time standing still
on photos, just like me.
She and I separated by life
jefte roman, 28 february 2013
FROM THe day we met I knew you were different from the Sparkling eyes to cheesy feelings,we talkeD for hours for dAys unraveling the inner truths we have been to afraid we laughed, joked, and plaYed with feelings ONe could not recReatEthere were times we fought yes nothing perfect but never despanded cause our feelings of love and affectionwe fought through the pain and suffering only to take us to a whole new lesson
although your a pain in the ass and im just the biggest ass
when our lips connect nothing else seeMs to mattEr
time freezes only for us cause when our Bodys mEet it tuRns inTo lust
you are my life and my wife till tHis very dAy
and when i reTurn Im planing to stay
from this day on i Want you to know
beIng with you was my best desicion and thats no joke
i couLd go on and on about the day we met yet i would rather say those three Little words you wAnt to here each and every day
i Love you now As i did before I love you now and forever more
So you never wiLl have a dOubt in your head just know you will always be my lil cupcake sugar butt unicorn baby cakes that i loVE with all mY heart, body and sOUl
(read upper case letters together)
jefte roman, 28 february 2013
I stand here longing for some compassion I stand here waiting for some acknowledgementI stand here looking like an ignorant dumbassI stand here thinking that you’ve changed I stand here wondering why I botherI stand here knowing you don’t careI stand here waiting like a foolI stand here because you really don’t careI stand here hoping you’ve changed I stand here remembering the painI stand here mentally crying I stand here wondering if your worth dieingI stand here not knowing what todo I stand here waiting for you to notice me I stand here not realizing what you’ve done to me
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