Satish Verma, 25 november 2012
You toppled the invisible
burning the unburied buttons
joining the history of names.
Will I be able to communicate
with straw to find out the age
of the unarrived seeds?
There is too much violence in
green blood. The broken tooth
bled to death of a truth. The
oratory was becoming a weapon
to break your mirrors. Will there
ever be peace to flying guests?
A service should be rendered
to the poem who burned like a
candlelight in the stormy night.
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 24 november 2012
The work on the cross, by Christ, is how man enters eternal life,
His work was finished, He had said, as Christ died in our stead,
With none required on our part, before from the earth we depart,
As the work Christ did on Calvary, provides for us, life eternally.
Our only part is done by faith, as we accept God’s gift of grace,
Sinfully depraved and undone, God sent, for man His Only Son,
Being eternally lost and depraved, only by Grace, we are saved,
For only He could pay that price, by sending a Perfect Sacrifice.
The price for salvation was paid, as man’s sin on Christ was laid,
A price that no man could pay, so, Christ became The Only Way,
For every man, from every nation, to be saved, by His Salvation,
God’s Salvation, that all receive, when by faith they truly believe.
When we’re saved we fellowship, to praise God through worship,
We worship not to gain favor, but, because we know The Savior,
Receiving Christ, who died for us, we receive His Righteousness.
Righteousness gained through Him, not of works tainted with sin.
Works on our part are not required, or by Christ are they desired,
As God’s desire is that we embrace, His Son, received by Grace,
Then after accepting Jesus Christ, live for Him in newness of life,
For our works do not save us, as that was done by Christ Jesus.
(Copyright ©10/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 24 november 2012
We all face challenges in this life, even those who follow Jesus Christ,
So all challenges we must address, through our God’s Righteousness,
Many challenges are from this world, but God’s Truths we must herald,
Always in God’s light and His ways, in these present challenging days.
Many may struggle with their identity; just who and what they are to be,
But, God’s the One, who helps us be, that individual we are, as we see,
Living Truths in God’s Word we read, this as we allow The Lord to lead,
Through God’s Holy Spirit, within, that all our identity, comes from Him.
One challenge for many is Authority, men desiring to plan their destiny,
Not wanting to submit in their life, to the plan and ways of Jesus Christ,
But, in this life men cannot afford, to oppose the Authority of The Lord,
As our Lord has authority over all, nations and men, both big and small.
Another challenge; worldly influence, for those lacking Godly prudence,
With many lacking Godly discretion, taking instead, the wrong direction,
Then they live opposing God’s Truth, only to experience God’s reproof,
While some who do stray will learn, then back to God’s way, they return.
As we grow to know God personally, with The Lord, we find our identity,
To Christ’s Authority, we then submit, to live out our life as God sees fit,
So we’re influenced by God’s Word, living out those Truths we’ve heard,
While we purpose in this temporal life, to live for The Lord, Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©11/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 24 november 2012
The only security in this world, is the Rock of Jesus Christ,
The only Truth, men must herald, in an age filled with strife,
As present trouble is unfurled, in darkness, at times so rife,
Christ is the hope of our world, a Light needed in every life.
Whatever the world’s instability, God’s the only explanation,
It is God that people must see, in Christ and His Revelation,
Only God in this land of the free, deserves man’s exaltation,
All those in a fallen society, desperately need His Salvation!
Today as many think of survival, in a land that trusts in God,
We must talk of spiritual revival, all across this land we trod,
As men face this present trial, we will fall with a political nod.
If we continue the present denial, we’ll only see Christ’s Rod!
Righteousness is what we need, this, through the Lord Jesus,
For if His Truth we do not heed, judgment will fall on all of us,
We can’t follow the political lead, as they deny righteousness,
Righteousness all must concede, isn’t a part of political bliss!
Leaders all across this land, are in urgent need of God’s Truth,
This so they’ll understand, as a nation we face God’s reproof,
In His Word, God makes a stand; read His Word to see proof,
To receive blessing, by His hand, we must return to His Truth!
(Copyright ©11/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 24 november 2012
My whole life is ordained by, The Lord God, Who reigns on high,
Not knowing Christ at infancy, but, as for The Lord, He knew me,
Knitting me in my mother’s womb, while my life began to bloom,
Born a sinful soul, but, I would find, my Holy Lord, in God’s time.
Creating me through love and care, also, even before I was there,
My Lord plotted out my destiny, for all my life before my infancy,
With God’s plan, from my birth, to be used by God, on this earth,
My life, for His honor and glory, this from His writing of my story.
My whole life is know by the One, Who sent for me His Only Son,
Sending Christ, before I knew, my Savior, who loves me and you,
Although I didn’t seek God’s face, God, poured on me His Grace,
His grace brought to my life, love and knowledge of Jesus Christ.
The Eternal Author of my salvation, filled my heart with Revelation.
From the creation upon earth’s sod, into The Eternal Word of God,
Filling me with the knowledge of, God, Who leads me from above,
Leading me to witness and herald, His Eternal Truth to a lost world.
Right from that womb to the grave, it was Christ, Who would pave,
That journey, which would save me, and guide me to Life Eternally,
As I was redeemed by Jesus Christ, The Author of my Eternal Life,
All ordained, well before I knew, God, Who sees all things through.
(Copyright ©11/2012 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 24 november 2012
At home is where I long to be, up in Heaven, through eternity,
Far above the celestial dome, in Heaven, up in my real home,
In that Mansion prepared for me, right beside the Crystal Sea,
Only passing through this place, going home by God’s Grace.
I’m currently here in God’s design, living life in temporal time,
But, while on this present earth, I experienced a spiritual birth,
Born Again, by The Spirit of God, given direction on this sod,
His new direction and destiny, that points me well into eternity.
Given, by Christ, a new heart, on God’s agenda, until I depart,
Working for God here on earth, in His service of eternal worth,
Looking ahead to Heaven friend, as this life comes to an end,
With a beginning beyond this world, in an eternity yet unfurled.
Although I long to be home, still here I remain, yet not to roam,
But to be used in my earthly life, in the service of Jesus Christ,
To be a witness and a herald, of Good News, into all the world,
Sharing God’s Truth of salvation, with all men in this generation.
With my journey directed by, my Lord God, Who reigns on high,
Directing my path as He chooses, as my life for Christ He uses,
While longing for home, I impart, God’s Gospel, before I depart,
To be with God forevermore, in a home upon that Eternal Shore.
(Copyright ©11/2012 Bob Gotti)
louis gander, 24 november 2012
BASED on a true story
during gooseberry picking season, 1934
as told to me by my mother, Ruth.
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On our old North Clayton farmstead -
my brother, sister, I -
were picking berries with our mom,
when brother caught my eye.
In each our hands, a bucket with,
our minds on all our work.
We each were very diligent
'til brother went berserk.
Wisconsin's early summer brought us
many ripe gooseberries -
but never could we match what mom,
within her bucket carried.
God's trees stretched high above our heads,
His briers pulled our clothes -
yet creek ran faithful, east to west -
while heat, with sun, had rose.
You may not know our brother yet,
but all of us could tell,
that trouble followed him around
and knew him very well.
He said, "Look at this big kitten!"
He poked it with a stick -
but when it turned and raised its tail,
our mother shouted quick.
Although it wasn't humorous,
we giggled in our fun.
But when mom said it was a skunk -
we sure knew how to run!
Now sin can sure deceive us.
It's fun, this world thinks -
but it is not to play with so,
remember, sin still stinks!
©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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oluwatosin olabode, 24 november 2012
Jealousy is dangerous
It can kill you
It alters your focus
Changes your direction
Leaves you cluttered
No time for self
Always hoping
Your trust isn’t stolen
You seem isolated
You can’t be everywhere
But also think
They can go everywhere-
Anywhere actually
Its worst when their past is bad
When a presumption comes to pass
It breeds envy
Hate and anger
A good foundation
For a broken relationship
Jealousy is bad
Always let them know the suspected rivalry
To the accursed; be open to being right
It’s to be settled but
Only through knowledge
That comes from both parties
Satish Verma, 24 november 2012
Among the crania, clouds allowed
a variation of sky. The hominids
stood up and started a stride, with
long steps towards noxious future.
The cobalt was emitting radiation
turning you black, melting your bones,
suppressing the marrow. On the thigh
climbs the holocaust.
A child in polythene, O golden god
you have killed the man by giving him
the gifts. The sand-pit, I am buried
alive in it before I understood.
Of stones, a voice was rising. Do
we address the deep water disappearing
fast in the mind? A projectile to
be worshipped?
Satish Verma
Rilay Dann, 24 november 2012
Just another day
Just another way
To discover pain
All the piercing sounds that fill my ears
All the innocent hurt that fills the air
Crashing down on us
Like a wave breaking the shore
Here comes, oh so much more
The sounds, the pain, the waves
The never-ending circle
That only stops
Once it has broken you down
Inside and out
Our weary ways
Tend to our lonely days
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