Renato N. Mascardo, 25 october 2012
the rains have finally stopped
their leafy casualties all strewn
down on the cold wet ground
yellowed crimsoned and browned
left abandoned and unburied
lanced by the blades of grass underneath
the fallen foliage lies cadaverized
casual victims of abscission and time//
renato
saturday 20 october 2012
Glenn McCrary, 25 october 2012
Such discernment would never have dawned
nor would one ever think such artistry
Could be made to appear so sullen
Her cheeks glistening so brightly in my wake
Then my eyes descended upon her lips
Her velvety, smooth lips…
arouses an esoteric aura within
an aura undefined
Glenn McCrary, 25 october 2012
In the absolute black of night
Was when she seized my eye
It appeared as if she had been glancing at a ceiling
That had been adorned by cobwebs for years
Living in the element of inquiry
Wondering if the light shall ever glimmer upon her frame
Her eyes as bleary as they are profound exhibited poems
Epic poems beyond that of humanity’s comprehension
Each tragedy that she had ever been dealt
Was present amongst each page
As within her skin they had turned
Glenn McCrary, 25 october 2012
Along this strange venue I tread
Arcane a man of many
Concocted from what is deemed to be
The most unimaginable beliefs
Each direction guided by a thought
Happens to have a mind of its own
Conspiracies and schizophrenia harmonize
Like loved ones who’d never forsake I
One would gather that darkness
Is like an oblivious obscurity of validity
My brain has molded around that thought
Kvasar, 24 october 2012
"How are u doing handsome! (:
My name is Indira. I make friends around the entire planet and I would like to learn more about u ;)
So, let's see what will happen :)" Indira Carron
Hello :) :* :)
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(My english is weak - so sorry)
My name is Unknown
My name is Everybody
My hand are Blue Sky
My thoughts are Invincible
I going through the forest
To see a Secret
And Secrets will see me
And now it goes to far
already
louis gander, 24 october 2012
I searched and searched but couldn't find -
along still waters I was blind.
I was confused, I was dismayed
until I stopped, until I prayed...
Where are You Lord?
Soften my selfish eyes that stray
that I might see a better way -
so I can find You.
Where are You Lord?
Soften my selfish ears of choice
that I might hear Your still, small voice -
so I can find You.
Where are You Lord?
Soften my selfish hands that wring
that can't hold firm to Your blessing -
so I can find You.
Where are You Lord?
Soften my straight and prideful nose
that I won't judge and won't suppose -
so I can find You.
Where are You Lord?
Soften my foolish, selfish words
so I'll enjoy Your singing birds -
so I can find You.
Where are You Lord?
Soften me as a potter would
who'll mold me into what I should -
so I can find You.
Where are You Lord?
Soften me with a discipline
that I might stop, turn, then begin -
so I can find You.
Where are You Lord?
Soften my selfish heart so I
might feel the hurt, the faintest cry -
so I can find You.
Where are You Lord?
Were still waters meant to be?
Although I searched, I couldn't see.
Yet there behind me all the way
was Jesus. Then I heard Him say,
"I AM above all
nature, beauty and goodness,
power, supremacy and holiness,
wrath, sovereignty and greatness,
mercy, compassion and fairness,
grace, knowledge and boldness,
respect, teaching and kindness,
love, patience and faithfulness,
loyalty, giving and happiness,
peace, joy and gladness".
I had searched, but couldn't see -
and I was at a loss -
until I stopped and He found me -
from high upon a cross.
So now it is
I follow Him -
in hands that are the Potter's -
faithfully and steadfast,
with endurance and perseverance,
along His peaceful waters.
©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Satish Verma, 24 october 2012
A rock becomes a philosopher.
Refuses to move
looking at the stars.
Rogue shirts were walking
on the clouds of unknowing.
I wanted to remove all the clocks.
Who was stealing the water?
Secret of life? Impiety had
undone the pillars of random love.
Ashes volcanic or of tears enter
the pores of consciousness.
The screams wake up the dark blood.
A naked doll pelts the grey eyes
on the blood sucking story.
A dark tunnel opens in street.
Satish Verma
louis gander, 24 october 2012
I walked through the valley of the shadow of death.
I turned each direction. The sight took my breath.
The way through that valley was ever so wide,
and sin was so rampant that many had died.
Lust, lies and deception, like grains of the sand,
the bodies and souls - they covered the land.
Stepped over, I did - strewn here and there,
for they were all lost, in death, unaware.
It seemed so atrocious. I felt so inept -
but I journeyed along as I carefully stepped.
So many had fallen far short of their goals,
and the valley was covered with forgotten souls.
Now so many limbs and bodies were crossed,
that each proved our sin has a very high cost.
In every direction, I trembled in fear,
yet some tracks pressed on, so vividly clear.
So many had prospered, so many were great,
but they had all worked to a merciless fate.
I stepped over more - the young and the old.
Each day some would fall and then would turn cold.
It seemed, was no end - as a fight in a sewer -
then noticed the footprints, were fewer and fewer.
I pressed on ahead through trials and all,
I fought the good fight and then heard His last call.
The footsteps had dwindled to just a small few.
Then leaving the valley, there were only two.
Now one set of footprints went straight on ahead,
while the other one stopped, and turned back instead.
But through the dim darkness, a light I could see.
It fell as a halo - and then covered me...
My armor still glimmered as if still brand new,
despite all the work that He asked me to do.
There up from the valley and over the crest,
I saw that old cross and knew I was blessed.
Some friends greeted me. There were but a few.
Then I laid down my cross, as they had done too.
We're living here now, above valley and loss -
for we wore our armor and looked to the cross.
It's easy to know now, how we gathered here,
despite those one set of footprints, it's clear.
When He is in us, we are more than a sparrow -
we walk in His sandals, the straight and the narrow.
You have but one journey. He guides your steps now.
He'll show you the way and - He will show you how.
He knows that the valley of death will bring pain.
It'll run you in circles and drive you insane.
But wear your whole armor. Endure to the end -
for He is your Savior, Defender and Friend.
©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Psalm 23:4 (KJV)
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil;
for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”
Satish Verma, 23 october 2012
The chemistry of hate
changes in a thorn’s shade.
I start digging out the past
for a blind sun,
for a qualified rejection.
He was stranded in a death-row:
the civilians were killed.
Was a meditating Buddha with
a bomb, doing his routine job
of annihilation?
I am surprised of a god walking
in the graveyard to find his own
son lying asunder six feet deep
below the burden of kisses from
the vanishing mankind.
Satish Verma
louis gander, 22 october 2012
"I've cried my eyes out every day.
My burdens, I've out-poured
in never-ending prayers to You.
Why can't You hear me Lord?
"Oh Lord, the stinging hurts me so.
They smear my wounds with salt.
My mind is scarred and You know why.
These burdens aren't my fault.
"And physically, I'm also scarred.
Each hurts a different way.
So tell me... once again I ask,
'Do You hear what I say?'"
"As days go by, I cannot cope.
Will nothing ever change?
If there were different burdens Lord,
I'd happily exchange.
"I'd trade all mine for other ones.
This pain is just too great.
Please let me trade my burdens in,
if it is not too late."
And then I saw my Savior's hands,
cupped high above my head.
He slowly lowered them to me,
and this is what He said.
"If you wish, then I will trade.
Your Savior understands.
I'll take each burden you don't want.
Just place them in my hands."
So collected I, my burdens.
They numbered as the stars.
And just before I threw them in,
I saw those nail scars.
Instinctively, I held them back.
Now I was at a loss...
I cannot trade my burdens for
His day upon the cross.
"Oh come, my dear and troubled child -
come rest in my embrace.
Have faith that I will vanquish them
and I will show you grace."
So once again, still weak in trust,
and hesitant, I feared -
but one by one I set them in
and each one disappeared!
Now I have grace... And burdens? None!
No cross of any kind!
I gave to Jesus everything -
and now have peace of mind.
©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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