Angel Dougan, 12 january 2013
Sweetest angel
Wings shining bright
Giving of the brightest
Whitest light
Come Jesus
In all your glory
Come and tell us
The end of the story
Come Jesus
At the end of days
Come and save
The many strays
louis gander, 12 january 2013
Something way down deep inside
my lost and lonely soul -
had eaten me until I died
of all my self-control.
Someone special lent a hand
that I did not deserve -
and touched an inner fragile strand -
a close and tender nerve.
I knew not what to make of it -
that kind, unselfish act.
My knees got weak and I admit -
was thankful. That's a fact.
And then I sensed a flicker as
a flame on candle waves -
and saw their bumper sticker
that read, "Smile! Jesus Saves!"
Then something in my reddened eyes
had made it hard to see -
when choked, I was, and all my cries
came pouring out of me.
So stunned in awe, I stopped to think
of all I'm guilty of.
I know my sin - once set in ink -
was wiped away with love.
Now, reminiscing has a way
to judge my many years -
so hymns in church on Sunday's now -
can well my eyes with tears.
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Satish Verma, 12 january 2013
Tilted lips on the wet eyes.
Below the lids
was floating an island in a lake.
Latched to a full moon
I was trotting with snowshoes,
trekking with stars.
A volatile virginity
rebounds
ticking in your heart, spiteful.
And I, lonely as a black hill
seek the silver dew
that moons the green windows.
O malignant night
I was not worthy of death
you bestowed on me.
Satish Verma
Milena Sušnik Falle, 11 january 2013
Novembrski bregovi noči
prepojeni hladom in vnemo
vozlov jesenskega vetra,
burijo utesnjeno temino,
v brezizhodne občutke
ritualnega kroženja
počasnih jesenskih ur,
raznašalk stoka samote
do obzorja jutranje svetlobe
osiromašene sonca,
ko bomo drug ob drugem,
zaverovani le vase,
ob stebrih zore
dohitevali svoje navade,
ob zapuščenih cestah
svojih vsakdanjih zgodb,
iskali prehodne poti
za udar novega stvarjenja.
V tej noči postajam misel,
obvisela za pogledom
razhajanja topline s hladom,
izgubljam pulz žalosti,
trgam molk v preblisku videnja
spopada tesnobe z naravo,
ki z mrazom pušča odtise
izven zidovja tople izbe –
uzrla neslišna govorica,
v pridihu jesenskega ostanka
poraja slutnjo vračanja vase,
priklonjeno oddaljena
prepuščena zavetju skrivnosti,
v razmišljanju primerljiva
z mrzlo grudo zemlje,
ki v bitki s trpkim hladom
varuje korenine rastja
za pomladna oživljenja.
Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija
Milena Sušnik Falle, 11 january 2013
Pozno poletje
niha daleč v leto,
čutno lesketa prostor
s prozornimi zastori
obrušenega spomina.
Na pragu jeseni
otožno purpurni odtenki,
vznemirjajo gladino jezera,
v zamaknjeni pokrajini
zrcalijo samotnost hiše,
skalnatih temeljev,
dotrajanih vratnih opažev, oken…,
opazno razpadajočo
pod krošnjami vrb žalujk -
kot odtisi let na krivuljasto
žilnatih listih življenja;
zaljubljeni v šepet narave,
zamotani v otožnost,
v pokrajini brez žive duše,
zibam v sebi brezciljni zanos,
kot šepetajoče ustnice
izpoved najlepših besed.
V zapoznelem vzgibu poletja,
bijem nostalgičen boj,
begotno – kot veter z mlini;
s prepletenimi prsti
mirim notranji trepet,
ne znam drugače
orisati hotenje svojih rok,
zatečeno v oddaljen čas.
Obujena idila,
zastaja v meni,
živi brez časa;
kupole daljav,
hranijo skrivnostne občutke,
nikoli postarane;
monotonih misli bredem po koncu poletja,
kjer nihče več ne hiti mimo koga -
na obrežju venečih trav,
diham v kristal samote,
praznih rok dojemam stisko
privajeno daljni zgodbi,
ki jo nosim v sebi
za neizogibno izročilo jeseni,
ko bo v vsaki kaplji jokalo,
odgovore vprašanj brez zatikanja,
v ponovljeno čakanje spremenilo.
Globok občutek neizogibnega,
kot kamnu bližina črnega maha,
preveva toplino kraja poletja;
sprijaznjena – polna sočutja
med vlakni pogubnih delov sebe –
s smehljaji mojih vzdihov
zavajam stražarje samote,
kot svetloba sonca - sence ,
nad pogubno platano poletnih raz.
Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija
kamel, 11 january 2013
Everyday the sun rises with new hopes
in every beam of light fades despairs
birds wakening up with fragile hearts
and roses rises to smell the fresh air
covered by shiny drops of dew
in every human brain
new hope wins the fight
it's a scientific fact
in every soul ther's a light
everytime against despair
wars inside nerves rages
even after a relatives or friends death sorrow
few days or a month then the smile welcomed to its home again
like a new rising of the sun
after long hours of dark
maryam muhammad, 11 january 2013
To live life unaware of time and its actions is hard so
As I sit here on this stair way watching cars go by and people giving me awkward stares I think about the time when I was one of them,
Judging a homeless person saying it’s his fault he’s in that predicament, and how he shouldn’t have done what he did.
Then my heart drops I start to feel a headache coming thinking of how I was then and if I’ve changed sense,
Still sitting here I’ve wondered about my out of control habits, and destructive ways I start to feel like my chances are being numbered,
Then I think about my mother and how it would hurt her to see her baby on the streets,
my heart starts getting heavy thinking of her voice and having enough food to eat,
I wondered if I should’ve stayed with her instead of this person who I thought was a friend,
I began to cry holding my hands over my eyes while these people stroll right on by,
I thought about the time when my friend and I went for a walk they decided to kick this homeless person in the chin,
I wondered could this be my punishment for not stopping them,
I’ve gained just enough strength to get up after this little girl did the same,
then I started to think life sure has a way of making you pay for the decisions you’ve made,
I then started to smile realizing that I gave up half of my life for judging a homeless person and how he might have not known that he would be in that position,
I began to pray and think him for opening my eyes because he helped me realize that just because someone’s homeless doesn’t mean it’s on purpose,
This man decided to approach me as I sat on the bench near the highway,
He asked if he could have a set then he said, "you look so familiar to me",
I asked who he was; he said, "I was waiting for an opportunity to tell you how you’ve helped me by not stopping that person who kicked me in my chin way back when you all were walking,"
How could you’ve remember that far back I only remember parts of that,
He said, "I think about it every day know I get a chance to say I forgive you and them,
I’m now married with 3 kids and a job I’m able to keep; I’m happy"
I started feeling embarrassed all I could do is sit there holding back another batch of tears while i apologized,
He said, "don’t you can’t change what happened,"
As he walked away he said, "Just remember one thing just because you’re homeless doesn’t mean that your hopeless get up and start again your life is still going."
maryam muhammad, 11 january 2013
I have the right to write and express what's in my heart,
Writing about love and things that may tear me apart,
ongoing situations, and love that pops up on occasions,
writing about the things observed from outside influences,
to me its medication for the heart,
writing frees the emotions within, and helps me let go of horrible trials,
reminiscing about the many triumphs that's been achieved by me or somebody else
no one can say what’s right or wrong about the way I express myself
that gives me the freedom I so crave,
I enjoy writing even when the time to do it is limited, because I know that I can always comeback to it,
Writing is freedom of expression, and no one can take the right from me,
I will continue to write until my heart is set free from the locks and chains of today’s emotional strains
Because it is my Right to Write
maryam muhammad, 11 january 2013
U-is for the unbelievable things people say to get their way
G-is for those many young girls looking to someone for inspiration in helping them to heal and grow
L- Is for The many lovely things in life that can be fun to do to keep your mind off of being stressed
Y- Is for being yourself, and not looking for anyone to define you
If being ugly is not the most desirable thing in the world I don’t mind it
I am me Unique, Giving, Lovely, and most importantly I’m young, and growing
to inspire others to love, live, and fell free to be ordinary
Fatmata Kaikai, 11 january 2013
Not red of romance
But black of darkness The Black rose you held tighty griping
Its stem close to your chest The thorn poking you with it prickly thorn Getting secure from the black rose
But have this loliness in you Looking at the black rose as a smile approach his face Black rose a warm secure feeling
Thou cold loliness feeling tooThat so painful in my heart
That doesn't make me whole but break me away
From my true identity willing to burst out
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