Naeem, 21 february 2013
Instincts no longer control me,
fright can no longer be caressed.
Drink the water I deserve,
desert this garden of mine.
Turn my nocturnal into diurnal
and blind me with your belief,
-that one time entirety will vary
and I will be who I was fated to be.
From this immorality, isolate I
for my powers have perished by.
-Nr.
Joe Breunig, 21 february 2013
Ongoing studies of Egyptian history
demonstrate lessons can still be learned.
Their oversized achievements were possible,
by having its peoples’ hearts turned…
to the idea of a national identity.
Around the Nile’s life giving source,
the commonality of personal survival
eventually produced an effective workforce.
Since times of Middle Eastern antiquity,
the annual flooding of the coastal plains
created the opportunities to trade away
the abundance of flourishing grain.
From enjoying unexpected prosperity,
the human lust for gold, wealth and power
was lavishly made clear by the Pharaohs -
as evidenced on their monuments and towers.
Under the pretense of religiosity,
Pharaoh was supposedly “heaven sent”;
for blinded people without vision
will always find having their will bent…
and on their knees, before earthly authority.
With governmental dictates on its population,
the heaping of rock into pyramidal shapes
has resulted in lasting, tourist attractions.
And what else, might one see?
From ancient propaganda on temple walls,
the timeless message of glory and conquest
still beckons everyone to its empire’s call.
Is it really true? What else can it be?
What about these ruins are still unknown?
What primeval truths are being promoted?
Seeing they’ve been… etched in stone.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Gen 47:13-26
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Joe Breunig, 21 february 2013
Morning coffee percolates
beneath my weary eyelids,
as my flesh angrily screams
for its daily stimulant;
scents of French Vanilla
permeate and freshen
the staleness of my kitchen.
Evaluations of the new day
will have to wait until my cup
has been completely emptied…
of its liquid gold.
Joseph J. Breunig 3rd
September 2012
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 21 february 2013
For it is fine with me now; if you go away, leave without a trace
It has been coming for some time
You wear so many masks; you could be in a carnival of clowns
I have tried for 4 years to get change
But change is hard when you are a master illusionist
I feel like I have been cut in half more than once by your words
Do you believe I still care for you; I don't, it is a convienience
Like the one you get the BIG GULP from, it has been banned in New York
You should be banned as well
Sitting like a King in the living room; with your crown on, know it all
And know nothing; except , you need to walk out the front door
Please let me enjoy the silence once more
As if I were deaf to you
Go on your way and leave me alone
maryam muhammad, 21 february 2013
in my world there's always love I like watching mommy put on her makeup,
I ask mommy about the red stuff on her face she smiles and tells me that it's something called lipstick whatever that is.
after playing dress up I hear daddy call for me "come on sally give me a hug before I leave" I Jump in his arms to give him a hug as I pull away I ask daddy "why are you dressed like that" as he stands he smiles and says this is what I wear to work.
Would I have to wear that when I grow up, I replied. He laughs and tells me "No baby you are a girl only little boys would have to wear this when they grow up"
as I wonder about what I would have to wear, daddy tells me to have a good day, and then he says by to mommy.
she walks out with that red stuff on her face, and said "by honey" that confused me, because daddy doesn't look like honey
as she strapped me in my car seat I asked mommy why she called daddy honey; she paused for a minute then told me don't worry about it baby
when we got to my school she walked me to class and said goodbye behave
my days are spent learning my ABC's and playing with my classmates on the playground at recess,
sweet, pure, and clean spinning around in the sand smiling so carefree. I'm dizzy from all of that twirling
no worries at all I'm young, and having too much fun.
David de la Croes, 21 february 2013
The enduring love of faithful friends
is my shield against the false pretense
of those who laugh and smile with me
but through their actions, subtlely
have in their hearts abandoned me.
David de la Croes, 21 february 2013
I wish you a good and beautiful morning
free from worries, suffering and pain
a day filled with rays of golden sunshine
wherein the blessings of the good God rain
May your heart be filled with joy and peace
and your mouth overflow with thankful praise
Remember that you are loved beyond measure
and your existence depend on God's grace.
David de la Croes, 21 february 2013
O God, I love the feeling of joy
when I am able for others to care
and the sense of wealth and prosperity
when I my little earthly goods share
Warmth fills my heart when I bring comfort
and I feel strong when I help the weak
In my mouth I can taste the sweetness
when I of the good in others speak
This is how You made me, and I praise
Your goodness - let it fill all my days.
Gert Strydom, 21 february 2013
Daily the sands of time to the end do run
as was destined, designed when the world begun,
lightning bolts flash down with the pouring rain
while we continually live in a world of pain
and we grow older as each day passes by
while out of our reach eternity does fly.
We live and love and reach to God above
or in rebellion some do constantly rove,
we struggle for what is right and pure light,
while others wander on ways of the night
while almost eternally the battle rages on
and in our lives the conflict is not done
between good and evil and truth and lie
until the very day whereupon we die.
Gert Strydom, 21 february 2013
I have to escape from the city’s roaring din,
from the continuous rushing of hasty feet,
to a place of tranquillity that I do adore
where the breaking blue sea is rushing in,
far away from the crowded busy street
at the shelter of a snow-white pure shore.
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