maryam muhammad, 18 january 2013
My mind is blank I can’t think,
I’ll start scribbling words on a piece of paper to come up with something,
Asking other peoples opinion about different writing topics but they’re no help when it comes to that subject,
Tearing out sheets of paper because I’m not satisfied with the outcome,
What will I do now?
I guess I’ll start looking around different areas of the neighborhood for some type of inspiration,
Nothing much there my mind is still clear,
Next I’ll just start talking to people about their challenges Yes a little something,
Little bulb, “I know what to do!”
Write about not writing at all I must be bored,
Where did that Idea come from,
maryam muhammad, 18 january 2013
She makes unnecessary comments; he adds his two sense to it
She mixes up the words of the other person,
He gives more excitement to the first statement that was originally mentioned to her
They must be tedious
Isn’t there anything else to do besides gossip?
I guess not Lets’ bring in others so that they too can have something to say about her,
It fun , but wait I figure it wouldn’t be if you were the one they were all making fun of,
steven cooke, 18 january 2013
I felt his breath leave the battle field
as bayonet pierced his heart.
The surprise of death lay in his eyes
his blood poured warmth upon my hands,
anointing my soul with his.
His flow of life will find the earth
to merge with victims past
and another ghost will follow me,
shouting for my demise.
This lowly man who took the shilling
as Judas took his thirty,
now looks across this no man’s land
for this corruption belongs to me.
Beneath this mud
lies the dreams of men
the commandments of life,
now lost within these decaying bones
for this war has silenced them.
And up above heaven receives
the righteous who take their place,
but the blood of my victims
are now a moat
and I would surely drown.
The dreams I have taken
will guard the gates
while angels turn their back to me.
I am the soldier who orchestrates the kill
my sins can wait in heaven.
The Holy Ghost can watch his time
for I am Lord this day.
It takes a soldier to humble the gods
for their power lies with me
a solitary man who has done his duty.
So God, send your laurels to me.
I am one of millions
Destined to be forgotten
But men were born with tears
our tears will match
any storm that you can send
For we are the battle
and death is our destiny
We who feed this barrage of blood
now fear the morning mist rise?
For this grey belongs to dead men’s dreams,
their sweet stench a reminder
of what’s to come.
For tomorrow, I will be one of them.
Bury me deep
God must not find me
Anonymity will be my peace
Only Mother,
will remember me.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 18 january 2013
My heart is beating so fast, I can't catch my breathe
In anticipation of you
I know you are out there somewhere
But I am not looking , as I know GOD will bring you to me
It has been awhile since I loved last
I loved and lost, but am not afraid to love again
Because this time it will be with GOD'S blessing
You can only be hurt if you let yourself be hurt....
So, please come to me, I know you are waiting, too
We will be one
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 18 january 2013
In a hand chain, just think of what one hand could do; if multiplied by two
A bridge of them to defeat the foe
Now magnify by ten and go
They reach your hand and touch your heart
From beginning to end, and finish to start
It's a wonderful circle of people holding hands
All across the nations, All across the lands
Locked in time with each other
Black, white , yellow, and tan
Never underestimate the power of the hand
Fingers intertwined and prayers being said
For all those still out there who think that Jesus Christ is dead
For He lives amongst us, He cares for each and every one
He puts his Hands upon us , He is the Chosen One
So give your hand to someone today
Bow down on your knees
Lock your hands and pray........
David de la Croes, 18 january 2013
There passes not a single day
when I do not think of you, or pray
that God's love, steadfast and true,
covers, protects, and abides with you.
And while life's hardships still do come
and the burdens become wearisome,
when uncertainties frighten or scare
and you need help, I'll be there
for I love you more than words can say
just as I have loved you from your very first day.
David de la Croes, 18 january 2013
O God, the magnitude of your love
is greater than the sum of all my fears
and the comforting warmth of your grace
evaporates a thousand seas of tears.
Gert Strydom, 18 january 2013
While we both stood up on a hillock
the big dam stretched out shining below us
with your eyes watching the daybreak,
together we watched the beauty without saying a word,
I wanted to woo you right there
but that loveliness caught us both
while red-knobbed coots flew screeching past.
There is something special to our being together,
something unmentioned that binds us to each other
while I notice great joy in your gaze,
something that a person can only find in nature
and sometimes we do not notice the beauty of it
but nothing can bring a greater kind of peacefulness
than here where you jump right into my heart.
Gert Strydom, 18 january 2013
I saw her running through the hay sheaves
with her bare feet treading in the soft leaves
with dancing feet and blue shining eyes
passing some stacks of hay on far off farms
with a bunch of white flowers in her arms.
From the forest I saw her keenly peep,
while my open eyes drew heavy with sleep
in passing she softly made little sighs,
whispering she told me to have sweet dreams
accompanied by the sound of near streams,
while the wind bristled gently through the boughs,
before fading to sleep I was aware
of her eyes sparkling caring from her brows
and of her lovely shining golden hair.
Gert Strydom, 18 january 2013
I saw a big brown barn owl
only the fluttering of wings
without any sound or howl
falling right out of the black sky
quickly swooping up a grey mouse
while at great speed it passed by
nearer to the barn than the house
in the early dark morning light
it hovered at the right height,
it whooshed away in its flight.
What brought the owl on the right track,
in its struggle for existing
gave the mouse no time to flee back
if not design in each living thing?
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