Gert Strydom, 25 february 2013
In the rain forest we were blinded by the spray
while we walked together to the waterfall
and in the rumbling we wanted to find His voice
when a bright butterfly fluttered past,
your smile was far beyond beautiful
while we walked to get a better view,
to take photo’s of the great scene
and at this place without any other humans near
there was great tranquillity and illustriousness
when something buzzed on the wind
and we both were certain that it was Him,
as the horizon gleamed just before the coming dusk.
Now that the days do stretch out long before us
and you lie sleeping next to me, I am wondering...
Satish Verma, 25 february 2013
from known to known
fear moves
in a circle, like a cheetah;
a jounery starts
from shivers to shivers –
when it was pouring
the taste of sting
ascending
loosening beside
between the lips
a word strieks,
terror spills from a naked eye,
you move inward
peel off the face
the eternal shame
of mankind, a hunger will miss
the date with a chameleon
Satish Verma
Karen Degnan Foiles, 25 february 2013
Some of us do things the right way
But did not learn or achieve a thing
Some of us do things the wrong way
And just never seem to get away clean
Some of us do it the hard way
A little bruised but still turned out ok
Then there’s the hard way
Always seems to be my path of choosing
Even if it meant I risked losing
My precious time and my precious friends
I should listen, trust my instinct
And not second guess it seems
I’ll be mistaken again, betrayed again
The vicious circle continues once again
And take the hard way again today
Karen Degnan Foiles, 25 february 2013
When I look in the mirror
I think back and see a girl
I realize now, I lost a part of her
Was I a normal girl?
Were you a girl like me?
Why did this happen to me?
How did this happen to me?
Didn't anyone hear or see me?
Didn’t anyone believe me?
I pleaded, cried and begged
And I said "no"
I'm confused, was this love?
Why was she this disgraced?
She did not ask for this
Now she is so displaced…
My feelings crippled and hurt
But I pretend everything’s ok
I go on living in day to day hurt
If I let you in, you would see my sin
You might see the real “Me”
That little girl yelling “Please No”
Sometimes when I look in the mirror
I can almost see that little girl
Before her past had changed her
She used to be happy, and carefree
All she wanted, was to dream
Can I be that happy girl again?
It's hard to let somebody in
When your heart has been exploited
It's hard to let someone go
When your pride has been destroyed
How can I do this all on my own?
How can I let you see my heart?
All I can do is try and do my part
Please, do try not to hurt me
Will "you" take care of me?
Or would you even care to see?
Why can't I make things clear?
The noise in my ears is deafening
Yet no one else can hear me
Sometimes I get so confused
Is this why I do what I do
When I hurt my loved ones so
I can't explain it
But I can understand it
At least it's best to know
Karen Degnan Foiles, 25 february 2013
Let me grow into my own
You’re holding me back
But don’t leave me alone
I want my life on track
So don’t hold me back
I want to walk on my own
Cut my puppet strings
The ones that you reined
Your reaction is overblown
Let me spread my wings
And let me find out on my own
How life is going to play along
I am much bolder than you at my age
I have a mind but with less rage
I have a dream that needs to succeed
You’ve brainwashed me too long
I’ve walked your straight narrow
But now it’s time for me to fly
Don’t tell me I can drive
And then take away the keys
Don’t tell me this is my home
And then treat me like a disease
Don’t tell me we’re gonna do something
And then not follow through
You‘ll tell me it’s for the best
As long as it’s convenient for you
Let me grow up, let me be me
Let me do it on my own
It’s time for me to break away
A poem for my son when he was living with his dad when he was 18 and is ready to be on his own.
Karen Degnan Foiles, 25 february 2013
I still can see your face
In an unexpected place
On TV or on the street
I can see your smile
Every once in awhile
Though, it was bitter-sweet
My thoughts slip back
As I close my eyes
To think of darker times
You were on your knee
Pleading, asking please
So sure I would not retreat
So crushed you were
When I shook my head
Too shaken to even speak
You knew before asking
Just what I’d say
But took a chance anyway
Again, I shake my head
and with no regret
Event though you cried and begged
Still, I would not commit
My heart belonged to another
A true love above all other
That is not what we were
This, I will not bend
So please do not contend
If you say you love me
Let me go for if I stayed
I may not love you in the same way
Karen Degnan Foiles, 25 february 2013
I got an email today
It said an old friend of mine
Had died today
God had drawn the line
And his weary body
Was ready to cross it
His family is at a loss
But just maybe
His spirit is ageless
I got an email today
It made me think of tomorrow
And to reflect back at the time borrowed
What would you do
If the doc told you
Your time has grown short
Get your life in order
And say your goodbyes
To your husband or wife
Say your goodbyes
To your kids
When they were your life
I got an email today
It told me life is too short
To short to sit back and waste it
steven cooke, 24 february 2013
Imagination is the river
that guides the quill.
Dreams the sailing ship
that unleashes the voyage
through the pages of a poets mind.
To write is to find
the meaning of love.
Where beauty opens the gate,
to a never ending yellow brick road
Of human emotion.
For that is what we seek.
The pen can create gods
and mortal frailty.
Sunshine is the span of life,
darkness is forever
and within these letters
we find immortality.
Beauty is found in pain
hope is an emerald sea,
envy comes from Oscar’s words
and belief becomes a prejudice.
The pen will drown your epitaph
for the Cyclops knows his destiny
Words can be a jigsaw of fears,
Or a rose sculptured in the heart.
All belong to confession,
trapped in the confetti of poems
which hide behind a harlequin mask
though a poets heart,
is for all to see
louis gander, 24 february 2013
I cannot serve two masters. I serve, but only one,
for if I love some sinfulness, I hate God's only Son.
Could I walk in His sandals? Do I really understand?
Of what would it encompass? Of what would it demand?
Could I put up with some abuse, and could I humbly be,
a whipping board of insults, for all to scoff at me?
Could I withstand a whipping? Tell me, would I know,
the pain down in my open wounds, torn flesh from every blow?
Could I, but bear the privilege - to be a king renowned,
my face stained in bloody streaks from such a thorny crown?
And would I know the cost of love, our God's most precious grace,
or would I simply think of me and hate the human race?
Could I endure the anguish then, as ropes bind hands and feet,
so knotted up so tightly that - I'd give in to defeat?
There on my back, could I stare at - a spike set on my skin,
then watch them take a heavy stone and slam it deep within?
Oh, I would know what's coming next. I'd clench my other fist.
Could I endure another nail- or would I just resist?
Then tortured even further, could pain be so complete,
when to the cross I'm nailed with- another through my feet?
Slowly ropes raise cross and I. The base slides in the hole.
Then in ghastly, horrid pain, would that jerk shake my soul?
So there I'd hang, alone up high- for all to mock and hate.
Could I endure the anguish then? Can I, to that relate?
Could I survive for several hours in pain and endless shame?
and would I ask forgiveness for those that I could blame?
Could I die for ALL the world- their sinful sacrifice -
and know that few would love me? Would that, for me, suffice?
Would my final miracle call for heavenly hosts -
or would I yield to Father's will and then give up the ghost?
No, hate and anger would not end. The sword would pierce my side....
Oh, would I slip away and hide? Which way would I decide?
His sandals are too large to fill. His time, so long ago,
and Heaven- much too far away, while I'm down here below.
But could I wear His sandals- if I was called upon,
and are my trials greater that- I'd gladly put His on?
He demands my little faith. He holds no speck of wrath,
when He's a lamp unto my feet- a light unto my path.
Yes, I wear His sandals- for I've been called upon
and faithful every morning I now slip them boldly on.
This poem may explain it- but who really understands?
For every sin that we commit puts nails through Jesus' hands.
We cannot serve two masters. We serve, but only one.
We have to hate all sinfulness, to love God's only Son.
©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
Luke 16:10 (NASB) "He who is faithful in a very little thing is faithful also in much; and he who is unrighteous in a very little thing is unrighteous also in much.”
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cauchy3, 24 february 2013
Political ways….
China some atypical ways is acts to suppress our human right. They are afraid to let their peoples have right as to says and address their human weakness so as serious as manic men. Firstly they lie. Latter they squeeze. Final when their emotions floods as nursing wrath they run amuck and kill.
Even any no apolitical men should kowtow well and to do pretended men with yes to reply to china tyrants all.
Nothing canonical math but all are debts and cheating
No biblical ways are tools for treating peoples with bare with loves. Thus our cynical stresses are critical means.
China jester and political jokers all have ducal fortunes come to dot and also have sexes in lines.,
Says as we know that one china scientist with age around eighty marriage one china sports Olympic winner is one example. She is a diving queen with years twenty or younger. Now here there fanatical anti commie acts with reasons are truth. Not as free body radical causes with illness. Not as hysterical fools to help the china vice.
Do impractical wills are nice but fail. Fight for justices all are ways are might.
Juridical charms are better legal stuffs for clapping hands.
Hisses or kisses are double means.
Expressive people voices are saws are bill. Grand as people are if and only if right that needs to carry.
Forces and using magic al all cause by tyrants wills and forces. Tyrants’ wild or violent routines come as rules.
Neurologic damages do for peoples are commie political hubs and cores.
Who is china tyrants top and who is such a pervert single party big along cults? Who wash our brains?
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-----------
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