Joe Breunig, 3 january 2013
Lord, keep me ever mindful and joyful,
knowing that You are the True source of my hope.
With Your daily mercies, renew my spirit
with a resolute perspective, based on The Word.
Lord, remind me to always be patient,
since my pain pales in comparison to any…
of the afflictions suffered by You
on my behalf during Your crucifixion at Calvary.
Lord, teach me to be faithful in prayer.
I know that my voice will be heard, when I’m…
lovingly covered by Your grace and righteousness.
Let all of my prayers, be pleasing unto Thee.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Rom 12:12; Psa 51:10-12; Isa 53:4; Prov 15:29
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 3 january 2013
Learn from Apostle Paul’s and Job’s life lessons,
for faith’s gold will be tested and purified;
tribulations are faced by God’s daughters and sons,
but only through Christ - can one be justified.
The troubles of the day will eventually find us;
but will you be prepared by the principles of Love?
Remember the divine words of the Lord Christ Jesus
and draw strength from His righteous Kingdom above.
The rain falls on both the Just and Unjust;
so you might as well expect to get wet;
develop an atmosphere of faith and in Him trust;
live your life transparently without regrets.
So open your spiritual eyes and plan ahead;
develop a Godly relationship that’s versatile,
knowing your faith will be surely tested
with the experiences of… God ordained trials.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
2 Cor 12:7-10; Phil 4:11-13; Job; James 1:2-4;
1 Pet 1:6-7; Rom 5:3-5
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 3 january 2013
Creeping slowly,
Each day, every moment,
Through my thoughts,
It haunted, attacked,
Made me miserable.
The enemy,
Mocked at my resolutions,
Began to build its base,
An attempt,
To ruin my imagination.
Helpless, frightened,
I searched for aid everywhere,
To evade the silent enemy,
But none could rescue me
Or provide a defending solution.
One day, exhausted,
I dropped on the floor,
And dormant self-confidence sprang forth!
Ah! I discovered my remedy ultimately!
To overcome fear, the silent enemy.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 24 September 2011]
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 3 january 2013
There's a magic in the way you fall
Something earthly in your pall
Kaleidescope of ice and air; a million diamonds everywhere
The hills asleep without a sound, Stars frozen to the ground
To still the forests with a sigh,of snowflakes from the evening sky
Who would have dreamed you for this time
To be so flawlessly sublime
So tiny to transform the night,and captivate the world in white
Your frozen filigree could melt, Resistance any heart has felt
Because the love in your design was never seen by eyes but mine
A secret that will dissapear into the shedding of a tear
In whose reflection I can see, mortality of you and me
Would I wish back your silver lace, when myriads will take your place
They cannot match the glass GOD blew
To live a moment just as you
Satish Verma, 3 january 2013
Without assent
I open your book
to find your crazy god on mat.
Love was a blind bird
in a state of agony.
Learning to fly.
Moon would not reply
through aslant door.
Something was between us.
Here, now a sordid tale
breaks the taboo. They
were investing on skin.
It was a cheap wine
in a golden chalice,
for a lipless mouth.
Satish Verma
Naykd Poet, 2 january 2013
The refuse of others is there to be had
What is consciously wasted can drive you mad
But we dumpster-divers, we’re mighty glad
Our best of hopes is for this to go beyond just a fad
From clothing to computers it’s there for the taking
The bounty of goods is the land-fills forsaking
The practice proves environmental change in the making
Even still, some societal laws we are considered breaking
A new era of impoverished peoples is overtaking the globe
The gap between have and have-not is alarmingly beginning to unfold
And like the garbage, the poor are being mercilessly left in the cold
Possibly the roots to a People’s Revolution, future generation will be told.
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Odpady innych jest to, aby je miał
Co jest świadomie marnuje może prowadzić cię do szału
Ale śmietniku-nurkowie, jesteśmy zadowoleni, potężny
Nasz najlepszy nadziei jest do tego, aby wyjść poza tylko chwilowa moda
Od odzieży do komputerów jest do wzięcia
Bounty towarów jest land-wypełnia opuszczając
Praktyka pokazuje środowisko zmian w zakresie wytwarzania
Nawet jeszcze pewne prawa społeczne jesteśmy za złamanie
Nowa era biednych narodów jest wyprzedzanie globe
Luka między mają i nie-jest niepokojąco zaczynają rozwijać
I jak śmiecie, biedni są bezlitośnie pozostawione w zimny
Prawdopodobnie korzenie do rewolucji dla Ludowej, przyszłe pokolenia będą powiedziano.
Naykd Poet, 2 january 2013
Much to write, much to say
This my life, has become the way
Yet, not one heeds the words wrote
Let alone, the words spoke.
There is no special wisdom or insight to behold
But to transcend what my consciousness is told,
The unknown words of thought brought to the light of day,
Leaving to others to interpret what they have to say.
So what becomes of this poetic lethargy?
How to release the creative energy,
To dispel the thoughts, those that come to mind
With want only to make see, the literary blind?
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Dużo pisać, dużo do powiedzenia
To moje życie, stała się sposobem
Jednak nie jeden, wsłuchany w słowa napisał
Nie mówiąc słowa mówił.
Nie ma specjalnego mądrość lub wgląd do zapamiętania
Ale do przekroczenia, co moja świadomość jest powiedziane,
Nieznane słowa myśli przedstawia świetle dnia,
Pozostawiając innym zinterpretować to, co oni mają do powiedzenia.
Więc co się z tym poetyckim letargu?
Jak uwolnić energię twórczą,
Aby rozwiać te myśli, które przychodzą mi do głowy
Z chcą tylko, aby zobaczyć, literacką ślepy?
Betteloop, 2 january 2013
I wanted to love you forever,
Yet settled for right now
You said I could love you perfectly
You destroyed that somehow.
Of purpose, your own devastation course
Detached of any emotional involvement
No guilt no accountability, no remorse
You took from me, and took your fill
You emptied me, and you are empty still.
How does that happen, where did it go
I gave my hopes of a future,
To a man I can never know.
Snuffed my expectations,
Vanished into thin air…
Scarred my core so severely
I’d never know its there.
Childhood fancies of an awaited true love,
Superior, Regal and divine
Vanish in an instant and forgotten
Once upon a time.
Twice Ill never see
Thrice cursed in existence
A multiDimensional …
Reality.
Betteloop, 2 january 2013
Nature’s wet in the form of dew
Moist, glistening
Between my legs
Im thinking of you
Thoughts and fantasy
Intense and erotic
In the middle of my reality
Sometimes chaotic.
Unstructured,
Remaining somewhat civilized
Elements of fire
Burning ravenous
Out of control
Attraction…Desire
To touch taste, feel
The want the hunger
Sometimes seems unreal
Real, I know You are
How; Secrets I cant tell
But pictures of you
In the meantime
Feed my fantasies well
Arbi, 2 january 2013
2012 was believed to be the final year
But the end is sure unknown and far from near
Methinks too shortsighted was that Mayan seer
Or probably drank too much kefir;-)
Anyway, you and I have gone nowhere yet, but are still here
So, please lend me your ear and bear with me and hear
Every beginning and end of year,
I put all my foibles and follies on a bier;
And solemnly wish to leave them behind and arrear..
To bury them so deep and far away from here.
Oft from the fridge, I get an ice cold yet sweating beer.
Also on the bier, I put matches and a lot of ambeer.
And with every puff I wish my sorrows would disappear.
Puff after puff, but nothing seems to disappear.
So, I immediately crack open another sweating beer
Hoping, this time, all my confusions would become clear.
And glass after glass, I begin to be of good cheer.
And at times, I treat myself like a vizier or even a true emir
For whom loudly are played many a tightly strung “Bendir”.
And as time passes, my eyes begin to blear.
But I continue making wishes for everyone dear
Wherever they are: here, there, so far or so near.
My wishes I hope will dry many a needless tear
My wishes I hope will end many a lingering fear
My wishes I hope will be heard and answered by the Great Puppeteer.
And this time quite soberly, I promise myself, for good, to veer
Off to new and untrodden paths with no more fear.
I know some of you may start at my wishes to fleer
And some others would think this is only the fruit of beer.
Or probably, the man has smoked too much ambeer!
And before I wish everyone of you a Happy New Year
Do pray with me, faithless, Jews, Christians, Moslems and everyone dear
That all our dreams and wishes materialize next year.
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