Joe Breunig, 13 december 2012
Christmas, Christ’s Mass
Heralds this Season,
Renewing our Hope
In Him alone.
Sinners and Saints -
Take time to give thanks.
Make time for Him, family
And friends always; give love.
Shalom! Go in Peace today!
Author Notes:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2010, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 13 december 2012
When daylight comes the clouds draw open
while the night takes all of her shining stuff,
the rays of the sun walk through the heaven,
stars shatter to pieces beyond the blue
and when the moon gleams golden after the twilight,
become much bigger as if it gets nearer
and climbs with a bow over the horizon
then the night clothes herself in her satin black cloak again,
while stars appears like white falling pieces of hail.
Gert Strydom, 13 december 2012
(after Toon van den Heever)
Insignificant are the white clouds that do pass
as they are driven by strong winds without any solidity
and are build high like towers
without any guards watching.
Forever the winds and clouds do swish forth
and for me and you a time is set
to build a life like we should,
to have time linger with each other
and to be lost in the depths of love
[Reference: “Haelwit gestapelde wolke” by Toon van den Heever.]
Satish Verma, 13 december 2012
Yes, your name was sliced off
from the impasse. I will stand with you
to track the continental drift. How little
I knew about you and the prosthetic words.
Again and again I return to ruins, and
the dust and crumbling absence. Eyes
will speak for the wordless silence now.
Who will tell the truth for the murdered
thought? The cognitive silence? You don’t
want to see the light. The soul sits outside
the body. Pollution hits the mind. The words
eat the emptiness of facts and lies. A vertical
descent of speech.I should not have
listened to cries.
A memory moves in zigzag manner, accepts
the odyssey of man’s failing gods.
Satish Verma
Irena, 12 december 2012
I've written the words
that fell like snowflakes upon my lips
I've written the words
that legions carried on their shields
through battles and blood
Through day and night
I've written the words
that sparrows carried
through the clouds
I've written all the words
I didn't dare to speak
I've put on my gloves
and threw away the pencils
I still love you.
Irena, 12 december 2012
Coffe-shops were closed
when we arrived
Our baggage was lost,
our wallets empty
You asked me if I wanted
to dance
I said "Yes!"
You smiled.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 12 december 2012
Out in The Streets, there is no perfect world
So in my solitude, I make my own
I do not believe in the problems that plague my mind
But would rather stay in my fairytale land
The space I seek is a far cry from gunshots, ambulances and hate
But rather music, dances and harpiscords..
I world rather live in my so called made up world in my head
Than take my chances on the streets............
The world is filled with violence, anger and there is a jungle wall
I would like to think that I have solved the problem; in my one bedroom apartment, I am just waiting for it to come in.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 12 december 2012
I thought I had it figured out
What this life was all about
Then I saw your sweet and endearing smile
I thought I might just stay awhile...
We could rule the world, you see
No bittereness, no hate, we are free
I see your laughter , I see your tears
From relationships of wasted years
We have a bond that is set in stone
For all eternity, we are not alone
Others have tried and we have not been torn
To break our bond and carry on
I saw innocence at its best
I wanted you more than the rest
In the middle of our passion I can somehow see
You and me and ecstacy
So stay with me for some precious time
I just want you to be mine
Gert Strydom, 12 december 2012
When I saw you, the world felt untouched,
as if you were the first woman
and to you I wanted to give my whole life
wanted to bring a new meaning to yours
while I am astounded by you
and without you
everything precious is missing,
and without you I feel totally lost.
You tell me about your dreams,
about the wild flowers
that only bloom in the hills
while I am falling deeper in love with you
and we suddenly drive high up into a mountain pass
where it’s an experience
to together find a wild orchid,
in a place untouched by man.
Gert Strydom, 12 december 2012
After you did draw the curtains tight,
your clothes dropped
and you were stretched out over the bed,
looking very enticing.
You smiled, when you reached for me,
with you soft mouth that were luring,
when you were right against me,
when you wanted me to settle myself in you;
your breasts were soft, firm and round
and without any fear
you took me to ultimate bliss,
where you healed me,
where you taught me to be lost
in a place far past
the urges of the human spirit,
to find a kind of peace.
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