Gert Strydom, 24 december 2012
In the dark night
we followed a shining light
that led us on a long journey
and at times it shone bright
and by the power of our knowledge of science
we were convinced that the Lord God had come
had acted by divine consequence
in a world that was gruesome
to show the depth of love,
to really come and effect a difference
had left his palace above
and as if struck, like being in a trance
we have travelled through dangerous lands
in our search for the divine king,
we have spoken to a wicked king full of iniquity
have held the reigns of camels in our hands
to find the Lord whose reign is everlasting,
in our search to see
the newborn child
we had brought offerings.
Satish Verma, 24 december 2012
The name calls the name
spraying the moon with red colour.
It touches a nerve, when there is
standoff on the lake.
A blueish eye invades an iron space
between near solids of docks.
The gap was widening and
the thoughts had a dead punctuation.
The fake and madeup story sit
on my breast. I go for the nakedness
of real thing. A mediocre cool burns
the skill of swans. Waves collapse.
That body was not mine. I lived
in many souls. Invisible floats
my grief in embryo of the
unborn child.
Satish Verma
steven cooke, 23 december 2012
Let this day vanquish our differences
for father is still the head.
Put by our petty grievance,
let family rule the day.
Come brother let us be at peace
your heart can melt this snow.
The voice of child was always you
and the tears of ancestors
now watch with pride
of the man you have become.
Your place in life
is to be at this feast,
the family is united.
This legacy of Christmas joy
has written your story.
The manger has carried your children
and a star shines upon this house
because of you.
So remember this day
family is precious
the joys of the world belong to you
Happiness has smiled
health is in celebration.
So Grandmother be proud
for this is the legacy of you.
Joy permeates this house
The eyes of the child
look up to the family.
So drink to mother and father
for they gave roots to this tree.
Our family is the earth and the earth is you,
On this day we can all believe.
The hurt of the world be gone
It is a day of forgiveness
and that is enough.
Rejoice on this special day
Christmas was born for you.
The pages of time are yours to write
and your story will go on and on.
Angel, 23 december 2012
The words she says,
Pierce me deep.
She doesn't hear me,
Even if I weep.
She claims she's not saying,
My sisters better than me.
But no matter how hard I try,
She will never see.
The girl that's hidden,
Deep inside.
So scared to come out,
She always hides.
No one believes in me,
So slowly I die.
Barely lives,
Drowning in lies.
"Why should I try?"
Is what I think.
No one gives help,
So in the pain I sink.
I'll never be good enough,
For anyone.
And no matter what,
No one will come.
With everything she says,
And everything she does.
She's killing me softly,
Never again to be the angel I was.
Because the words she says,
Pierce me deep.
And she'll never hear me,
Even if I weep.
Angel, 23 december 2012
The feeling you get when you run your hand over your scars,
Wanting to open them again.
The feeling you get when people look down upon you,
Because you'll never be anything to them.
The feeling you get when your mother speaks,
And basically tells you you're worthless.
The feeling you get when the words echo in your head,
You're nothing, hopeless, useless.
The feeling you get when the pain never ends,
And you just want to die.
The feeling you get when you wear that smile,
When all you want to do is cry.
The feeling you get when you're tired of living,
The same lie every day.
The feeling you get when you're done with life,
Because to you, there's no reason to stay.
The feeling you get when you're just done,
Thinking of ways to end it all.
The feeling you get when you wake up,
Wondering if this is the day you will fall.
The feeling you get when you finally break,
And drag the razor across your wrist.
The feeling you get when you put your hand down,
As your blood drips from your fist.
The feeling you get when you remember,
All the words that were said.
The feeling you get when the last of you fades,
And the world finds you dead.
Angel, 23 december 2012
Open the book,
And turn the page.
You'll see what I,
Went through at each age.
Years one through ten,
I was perfect as can be.
But after eleven,
Things changed as you will see.
As I grew older,
My pain became clear.
My eyes were always shining,
Because they were holding back the tears.
I started getting into,
Things I know I shouldn't have.
Then I saw,
How it made my friends sad.
A few began,
To see the scars.
Not knowing the pain,
That made me go far.
Hardly any warning,
Would I heed.
Then you turn the page,
And it's hard to read.
The next few pages,
Were smeared with blood.
The words you could read spoke,
Of blood flowing out like a flood.
The words you read,
Are too painful to repeat.
It was so horrifying,
You couldn't stay in your seat.
It was hard for me to write,
When the pages were being stained red.
But I needed to write out my life,
Before I was dead.
I felt that if I didn't,
I would have been of no use.
Like there was no reason for me to be good,
I might as well have let the monster loose.
It's getting harder for me to write,
Because my blood keeps smearing.
I can barely see,
Because my eyes are tearing.
So I'll be quick,
I will be fast.
For the life I have left,
Will no longer last.
I'm sorry for all the pain,
That I have put you through.
Through these blood smeared pages I'm saying to my friends and family,
Good bye, I'm sorry, and I love you.
Angel, 23 december 2012
So they set up a date,
After school the next day.
And he made her promise,
That only he would pay.
He planned to take her,
To a movie the next night.
But first stop somewhere,
For a quick bite.
When they finished talking,
He couldn't help but smile.
Because he's wanted to be with her,
For a very long while.
He was so excited,
He couldn't believe his mind.
Finally he thought,
This girl can be mine.
His dream was finally,
Coming true.
And in her mind she thought,
Someone wants you.
The next day at school,
While she was counting down the hours.
He was off,
Buying her flowers.
He just,
Couldn't wait.
For their,
Special date.
While they were at school,
Throughout the day.
He would look at her,
Thinking about what he would say.
She still didn't know,
His identity.
But he was still nervous,
That he may not be the one she wants to see.
Every few seconds,
He looked at the clock.
His nerves were overwhelming him so much,
That he could barely talk.
Should i continue??
Angel, 23 december 2012
Kill me now
Kill me dead
Leave the carpet
Stained blood red
Ram the knife
Through my heart
Tear it to pieces
Tear me apart
Everyday
Is full of lies
You hear me now
And seem surprised
You're the one
Who broke me down
And instead of smiling
I always frown
So just kill me now
And leave me be
And then you'll see
What you did to me
sorry that i ahvent posted anythig in a while
Satish Verma, 23 december 2012
Blue poppies were poised
to meet the regret of thighs,
mother of sins.
No flesh now covers the eyes.
A candle burns a green
thumb. A silver bowl breaks,
spilling the milk of nudes. Liars will tell
the story of honour killing.
We were tired of listening
to ravens taking a flight.
No one had seen the corpse.
Only black bones will tell the truth.
Have you seen the holocaust?
It was inside my pen! my write!
Satish Verma
oluwatosin olabode, 22 december 2012
It was told by an angel,
He would be called Emmanuel
Conceived of the Holy Spirit
Born as the Son of God…
Mary a precious virgin
Joseph a fortunate fellow,
Being used by God,
To bring the wonderful Saviour
As an everlasting Father
Something was missing-
Eternal life of course…
He brought out from heaven
So the Master can find
His kind, when He comes back.
Guess who is born
The clues are simple,
Point Him to your situation
And it will reference His authority.
He came so we can come,
Was crucified;
And called it proposal…
He paid His bride price;
We called it salvation,
So as to release a revelation
That sinks into every nation.
Guess who is born-
His best men came from heaven
Remember Moses and Elijah;
While He was yet praying-
Or you’ve forgotten at the wedding
Goodness and Mercy;
Your bride’s maid; who will always follow you!
And were in attendance…
If you can remember, or are just realizing-
Revelation says “He’s coming for His bride”,
Remember the criterion to heaven, is a Yes to Jesus;
An acceptance to that proposal, you called crucifixion!!!
For, for that reason, He actually came!!!
Guess who is born-
He’s the creator,
I AM that I AM,
Son of the living God,
The soon coming KING…
When was He born???
Actually, He is being born…
No time passes, without His birth.
But who then is being born???
He’s the one that:
Can be born,
Will be born,
Oh! Has been born;
In You, in Me, in all of Us…
If you knew, you wouldn’t think
If you don’t think; you didn’t guess,
Because you actually know,
I know Jesus-
I know He’s born
I pray He’s born in your heart today
Merry Christmas!!!
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