Satish Verma, 23 january 2013
What was left in our hands
after risk and awards were given to seekers?
Sign of grace at hairpin bends
was absent.Nobody was speaking.
A moratorium was announced.
Somebody will have a glimpse of the moon
through the interstices of pain. Not
a word will be uttered for the elite
ravines of truth. Blessings of facts
will interact with amnesias. The bribery
of bleeding will extract a price. I
am moving the wheels of doubt. The
vulture of time throws a shadow.
Satish Verma
Milena Sušnik Falle, 22 january 2013
Skozi stoletja
čas se levi,
neviden kot glasba,
sanjavo begoten
od življenja do smrti,
nestanovitno končen
v neskončnosti;
razklan kot drevo po neurju,
škrlaten plen v šapah pozabe –
včasih steklena kocka raja,
ki se v hipu stre.
Po neizmerljivi sledi,
ki zdi se kratka,
drsi doba v dobo;
potne srage usode
polzijo v naše svetove,
skozi majave pregrade
koščkov davnih dejanj,
v zalive svilnate vere,
da pričakovanja ne bi potonila –
kajti čas je val,
ki pride in gre…
Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija
(pesniška zbirka Tempus fugit – Čas beži)
sumwonne, 22 january 2013
streaming visions
brews translucent thoughts
steaming dreams
sizzles up in angelic forms
misty residues bit sticky
settling hazy on grim-rimmed spectacles
never dare to erase mingled remnants
never entertain sunbeams to pass through
hard imprints from tender sips
shrivelled petals to cherry plumps
withered magician in mysterious maturations
spray fine orthodoxical inspirations
quite paradoxically
numerous bulbous clouds
condenses across many such
geographies
simultaneously
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 22 january 2013
A secret remains a secret
Till it's kept a secret,
If once it's revealed
It doesn't remain sealed.
All depends upon self-restraint,
The power to retain and refrain,
Indomitable spirit - unyielding,
Sheer determination - untiring.
Aren't these secrets
Of keeping secrets?
If we try we can succeed,
A resolution to just proceed.
[Published in the "feelings" column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 8 October 2011]
Valerie Dohren, 22 january 2013
Another year has set its course
Within the wheels of time
With many pathways to traverse
And mountains yet to climb
The seasons thus will bring their change
As through the year they pass
With flowers blooming in the Spring
And winter’s wilted grass
Then sunrise ever shall return
And set each closing day -
Young hearts shall tender love embrace
Soft words to fondly say
New lives will take their first sweet breath
Green fields be there to plough -
All those whose time has ceased to be
Will make their final bow
The year will bring great joy to some
Whilst others sorrowed be
Yet all we know for sure, the earth
Shall turn relentlessly
And this is as was ever meant
As nature leads the way
With time’s unfolding plan for all
Throughout each coming day
Valerie Dohren, 22 january 2013
Night falls, and only dreams remain
Dim dreams of all that might have passed -
Set deep in shadows, thus my soul
Beneath the dying sun is cast
For darkness steals tomorrow’s light
And folly be a trusting heart -
‘Tis those with feathered wings that soar
To vistas which new hope impart
So lost, as in a limbo’d place,
I yearn that I shall find a home -
With no more endless paths to tread
And no more empty fields to roam
But on through des’late years I fare
‘Cross barren lands beset with woe -
E’er searching for a place to be
E’er searching for a place to go
Ah, then to seek my heart’s desire
To cherish ever as my own -
The one to set my soul aflame
That I may be no more alone
(O should I ever, shall I dare,
With open arms to full embrace
Yet seek the thing I deem to love
Then gaze upon that one sweet face)
But faint my will to dare to do
All courage does my heart deny
For I am weak, condemned by fear,
And therefore shall my soul yet die
Soft petals from the rose thus fall
For I am but a wilted flower
Encaptured in a hapless world
And seeded in a shaded bower
Karen Degnan Foiles, 22 january 2013
When I was little, I wanted to be
A speaker against prejudice and hating
My dad told me of a man of ground breaking
He spoke of equality for you and me
This man would bring people together
Of every creed and color
He tried to teach us live with each other
Side by side with toleration as brothers
He did not expect us to live in bliss
But with respect and without malice
He had a dream so strong and true
He had a dream for me and you
His life was short and not so perfect
He was simple man, a born sinner
A master of words, a deal spinner
But he was a model, a man to respect
His life was cut too short one day
By a man filled with fear and hate
If they were both alive here today
He would wipe the slate clean and pray
The good in his heart
Has lived on today
It shows when we show
Respect for each other
We hear of Equality, Peace, and Love
These can be all be linked
To that man who had a dream
To let freedom ring
His dream lives on today
Karen Degnan Foiles, 22 january 2013
Guilt is not your friend,
But is it…it depends
Guilt, the stink of sludge
And the color of mud
Guilt, the reminder of the past
Of harm and pain surpassed
Guilt, is the devil in disguise
Waiting for your soul to die
Guilt, is slime with all beauty aside
Covering your beaten hide
Guilt, keeps you in check
When you want to say what the heck…
Guilt, when you feel you should
But it is something understood
Guilt, partners with regret
Consequence’s with debt
Guilt, is like a death
It reminds you of the your dread
It hisses from the lips of those who are pure
It turns their gentle heart insecure
Guilt, it makes the stomach turn
When things are about to turn
Guilt is not your friend,
But is it…it depends
Karen Degnan Foiles, 22 january 2013
I dreamed of your eyes
you looking at me
I dreamed of your smile
You said I was pretty
You cupping my cheek
Touching me gently
Tilting your head
Leaning in to kiss me
I was smiling in my sleep
My heart was warmed
I was helpless and weak
And then I awoke
Feeling empty and depleted
So sad I was with sleep in my eyes
Tears that followed
I pounded my fists with despise
It was bittersweet, my love
Cause you were “my” true love
But I am not yours
Karen Degnan Foiles, 22 january 2013
God led us down this path
To learn from this journey
To open our eyes to the truth
To see our own short comings
Our time apart was not by chance
Time to mend our mind and souls
Our time apart was to ease the pain
Of the calming after the storm
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