Satish Verma, 18 january 2013
The mysterious rival:
suffering of resignation.
I am reading myself for the surrealism of life,
juxtaposition of love and hate.
Another blast went off.
White rose and black rose in the same
garland; ruins of truth
were older than lies. Humiliation
brings another crop of mines.
Must keep the walk on cinders alive.
Raging moon will rise again
on the blue lake, with earthly whiteness.
The distant invite of future makes the present
sustainable. I will ask the infant sun
to enter slowly.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 17 january 2013
Give me O Lord, the patience needed,
regarding the daily choices before me;
help me to use Your divine wisdom
in handling all issues of adversity.
Keep me focused on Your priorities,
as I strive to “walk in Love” continually.
Insure that I reach out to those in need,
serving as a humble representative of thee.
With joyous anticipation and expectation,
I happily receive Your new mercies this day;
praises to You Lord, I boastfully sing, since…
Your everlasting Love is flowing my way.
Thank You for Your daily Words of encouragement,
as I faithfully yearn to fulfill my poetic role;
please accept my obedience as an act of worship;
for You alone Lord, are solely in control.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Lam 3:22-24; Deu 30:15-16; 1 Cor 1:26-31; Psa 34
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 17 january 2013
O Lord, I know that You really care;
therefore, I continue to offer prayers.
In You, my faith will not waiver,
since I’m blessed with Your favor.
My heart remains replete with praise,
to honor You, the remainder of my days.
For I’ve decided to give You my trust
and my life to You, I solely entrust.
Let the fruit of Your Love be evident
and proof that it’s heaven sent,
as I desire joy, peace, patience, kindness,
self-control, gentleness and faithfulness.
For in Christ, my soul has been freed,
and is forever standing firm…
against every yoke of slavery!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Psa 4; Gal 5:1, 22-23; Rom 12:3
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
louis gander, 17 january 2013
(A true story from southern Wisconsin - 2006 or 7)
Deep into the woods in my truck I seemed lost.
The brisk, chilly breeze was still holding the frost.
Because it was dried up and totally dead,
I decided to cut down this big tree instead.
The ants had been busy all over that tree,
before my big chain saw had made them all flee.
The noise and vibration and all the turmoil,
(had it happened to me, would have made my blood boil).
But they simply scattered if off to the races,
to other safe havens - to other safe places.
My muscles all ached from my head to my feet,
but I felt so content - with my job now complete.
It seemed that my actions were merely a bump,
to ants now so busy inside that tree stump
I wondered which one, if any, had won -
the ants or myself as I thought my job done.
As I sat on the gate of my rusty old truck,
loaded down heavy with logs - was now stuck -
and realized then that it's sometimes worthwhile,
to sit back a moment, a moment to smile.
©2007 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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E. de la Garza, 17 january 2013
It's the walk from the door to the door
Of a beat-up purple truck, my robot
Ever ready to receive the key, my hands
My feet become tires and engine, my
Prosthetic letting me speed toward the
Adventure of routine with a prayer from
My mouth and the pang from unfurling
Memories of believing in the impossible:
Not a blind, rather a stubborn, insistent
Faith that it must be so because I believe:
Like a boy blowing out candles, eyes
Shut tight to safeguard the secret from
Smirks and cocked eyebrows, wishing
To be let in-- instead of ever looking past
Reflections dulled by my breath, hearing
Laughter and music muffled by cold glass--
Welcomed by love and warmth growing
From one heart aflame, one face illumined
By beauty; defying the murmur of seasons,
Which we bare with grace or reluctance,
Believing the tic of this fleshy clock begins
The journey. Now the robot is warm, the
Coffee kicks in, and the walk to the doors
From the truck stays memories and faith.
Gert Strydom, 17 january 2013
To have you
laying under me with green-brown eyes
that looks straight through me,
to be surrounded by your arms
and to be part of who and what you are,
to feel you move beneath me,
to feel the gasping of your breath
against my cheeks
and to pour my seed in you,
to tumble into your depths,
when the smell of a new beginning
hangs like rain around us;
to occupy you bit by bit
without pretence
to experience only pure passion
when your breast move up and down
causes this world to disappear
bit by bit
as if we are occupying a own kind of paradise
and when you lie nonchalant against me
with your eyes changing colour
to more green than brown,
then I know how intense I do love you
while I read the smile
that threatens to fold around your lips.
Gert Strydom, 17 january 2013
(after Robert Browning, for Minette)
Many people knew you well,
but not one of them as free,
as in the way that you were to me
and all your achievements they do tell
but even after death they are under your spell
and they a gracious beautiful lady see
while I am struck down by iniquity
and am wondering about heaven and hell
while watery my eyes go
and spiritless you lie at final rest
while I am deadly pale
and uncontrollable now my tears flow
while to me life is just a long continual test
in which we all struggle to prevail.
[Reference: “Sonnet: “Eyes calm beside thee (Lady, could’st thou know!)” by Robert Browning.]
Satish Verma, 17 january 2013
One crisp scaffold.
Was it possible that it became generous?
For the street which turns
the mutation into xenograft.
I pretend to be which I am not
for fear of dying daily or sleep no more
in the lineage of hope. The gallows
are set on every corner.
I walk behind blackness to hear
the steps of moon in exile for vindication
of sober sins against the sky. The blue
souls were going to release the verdict.
Without rejecting the will to count the stars.
Satish Verma
maryam muhammad, 16 january 2013
To my unborn child you are the light that shines within me,
Thank god for giving you to me,
My spirit smiles when I think about seeing your little face,
I can’t wait until you enter the world,
I’ve prepared for your entrance,
There is so much I want to teach you,
You are a gem worthy to be loved, and cared for,
Your father strives every day to obtain the things you need while I'm home nesting awaiting your arrival,
You have a lot of family waiting to meet you,
Everyone is home waiting by the phone ready to drive to the hospital when they receive that call letting them know that you are on the way,
I am sure the world is ready to see what you have in store for them,
Love, Mommy
David de la Croes, 16 january 2013
The last note in the song of your life has been sung
but its sweet melody still echoes in my soul
and each new break of day displays the brilliance
of your exquisite smile with gentle rays of gold.
Your soft touch can be felt in petals of flowers
and the music of nature rings with your laughter.
Though there are times when sadness and heartache rule,
and challenges seem more difficult and tougher
I know that only time, not distance, separates,
and in the quiet moments of a fast-fleeting life
the sweet memory of you brings contentment great.
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