louis gander, 10 november 2012
A gold fish swam to the glass.
It's tail fin made the water stir
against the glass. It peered beyond,
but it could swim no further.
I reached too - but couldn't through.
That invisible glass prevented me.
Surviving in our own little worlds
isn't always meant to be.
We have eyes but what deceives?
For everything will come to pass -
this side of the present tense,
and out beyond the solid glass.
Sins law, like glass, invisible.
It's nothing but a deadly lie.
I reached but couldn't feel His touch.
It stayed between my God and I.
I was deep in waters sin.
Within there is no air.
There is no grace inside the law -
and faith cannot live there.
But then one night some time ago,
in quiet stillness, the world heard -
a star shone bright above a babe.
Something big on earth occurred.
He reputed worldly wisdom.
His death on earth did pass,
but heard before that quiet night -
the shout that shattered glass....
"Abba, Father" shattered it.
Sin's law in pieces, everywhere -
forgotten, forgiven, gone.
Grace unlocked us from despair.
Hope washed us ever closer.
Free from circling without breath,
free from sinful bondage where,
the wages of sin is death.
Some day soon we'll see our graves -
yet sin no longer holds us slaves.
The glass is broken. Make no waves -
just tell the world that Jesus saves!
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Romans 6:23 (KJV) For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
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Esther Thornburg, 10 november 2012
Each day holds a story all its own.
Before the day is over and forever gone,
A line in the journal will let memory live on.
Was the goal not reached, or a learnng game?
Tomorrow, may not be the same.
Refresh, renew, another time a challenge may tame.
Uncharted waters may lie ahead.
Are there instructions to be read?
The stars guide the compas from overhead.
We may not write the script.
Life may be quite a trip.
May the harbor safely anchor the ship?
Kazeronnie Mak, 10 november 2012
I had to restrain myself, not to let you see me in tears.
I pretend to ignore you.
Try to stop thinking of you.
Only blame myself that I have no title to love you.
Looking at you, I am so helplessness but.
Just let you vanish into the galaxy.
The heartbreak makes me breathless
as I find no trace of you.
I shall sense your tenderness never again.
I find no reason for being strong.
Please tell me where the galaxy is !
Where does it end ?
Praying to the galaxy, let you know that I do love you so !
This time, this life !
Next time, next life !
And forever lives !
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We are so impotent in love sometimes.
Sometimes we meet the right person at the wrong time.
Sometimes we meet the wrong person at the wrong time.
Sometimes we fall in love with the one,
we just have no title to move a step further.
It is a truly regret !
Milena Sušnik Falle, 10 november 2012
V novembru
se večeri plazijo
v naročje spokoja;
pod njegovim
ogrinjalom
skrivam
goloto
svojega molka,
svojih ust.
Na koncu
brvi tišine
umirajo sanje
preteklih dni,
kot trte
v novembru;
to je čas
doživetja
narave v osami,
prepoznavanje
svoje motne slike;
to je čas
nostalgije
za toplim soncem,
sprejetim
kot hostijo.
Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija
(pesniška zbirka Prozorni kristali jutra)
Satish Verma, 10 november 2012
1.
A body
lives in my pocket
fathered a hundred moons.
2.
You touch me
with wet nose
I know you have come.
3.
The golden grapes
on your tongue
were very sweet.
4.
Illusion
becomes a squatter
I will peel off the tangerines.
5.
It was
A gold mine, at night
hissing on snake.
Satish Verma
Jorge Luis Molina Fentanes, 9 november 2012
I've been dreaming about you.
Yesterday, I looked for you but couldn't find you, and I waited 'cause you would come for me, just for me.
I've been dreaming about you.
Today, I caught you with my bare hands, and I fell in love harder than ever before.
I've been dreaming about you.
Tomorrow, I will live for you, I will admire you, I will love you, and I will adore you.
I’ve just been dreaming about you.
Jorge Luis Molina Fentanes, 9 november 2012
He estado soñándole.
Ayer le busqué pero no le encontré y le esperé porque sabía que vendría por mí, solo por mí.
He estado soñándole.
Ahora le atrapé con mis manos desnudas le atrapé y me enamoré más que nunca me enamoré.
He estado soñándole.
Mañana por usted viviré, le admiraré, le amaré, y le adoraré.
Pero solo he estado soñándole.
Gert Strydom, 9 november 2012
Daily I do you more adore
and daily things do change
from what they had been before
and even if at times it feels strange,
even if some other names I do call
forever you do remain my all in all.
Gert Strydom, 9 november 2012
Daily our love grows stronger in me and you
as if to it there is no end,
as if constantly it becomes more true
and to each other we do not pretend
as the depth of it
grows more and more deeper still
and perfectly together we do fit
as we live by our own free will
and in your company time does fly
while in each other we are caught,
as each passing day rushes by
and our love is as it ought
as something known and true and a mystery,
as if previously we had a kind of history.
Gert Strydom, 9 november 2012
Since the day that love came to your heart
life feels as if it’s played out on a stage
in times of true happiness and rage
where you do act and I play my part
and although joy is sometimes a art
that is not understood in the modern age
where people are content to earn their daily wage
there is something more to our feelings from the very start
and yet never will these true feelings fade,
never will our love be only temperate
as there is much more to it
or only be of happiness a kind of shade
or last to only a sell by date
as daily it grows bit by bit.
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