Glenn McCrary, 11 october 2012
Twas yet again the occasion had occurred
When we had acknowledged each other’s existence
Though we paused at the chance to address the issue
‘Twas in that moment of panic I had asked to speak to you
But you had other miscellaneous missions to frequent
No words were pronounced of your return
I coveted to enunciate of a keepsake I had composed
Yet you shunned away my generosity
How for a moment I yearn for your ear
You’d cease to be dazed by such fallacious theories
shreya, 11 october 2012
Pitter-patter, titter-tatter,
The rain fell on the window.
She peeked to see, with those curious eyes and rounded lips,
The noises it made, interesting ones, she rushed to see.
It was beautiful, so beautiful.
It reminded her of home and warmth, of love and joy and moments to cherish.
It made her happy and made her smile
Because it does rain in summers, once in a while.
Fresh, so fresh. Pure and clean.
Lush and green.
Purity seemed to drive away all things vile;
Because it does rain in summers, once in a while.
Oh in this calm and through this mist, all emotions blinded and no questions asked
She could trod for a mile and a mile
Because it does rain in summers once in a while, just once in a while.
Joe Breunig, 11 october 2012
O Lord, my spirit is weakened and parched,
from trudging through this present wilderness.
Send down on me Your abundant showers,
which are scented with Christ’s righteousness.
Transform the dry soil of my life;
please renew my strength and sustain me;
let my joy bloom once more with Your splendor;
keep my eyesight focused solely on Thee.
Rescue me from the encroachment of ignorance;
permit my weary, inner self to be consoled;
bestow on me an everlasting crop of faith
that springs forth, exceeding one hundred-fold.
Set my feet on Your “way of holiness”;
drench my being with Your latter rain;
allow my life to have meaning, while I’m…
singing Your praises via heavenly refrains.
In understanding my true identity,
I’ve found the heart of my life’s emphasis.
Never to be thirsty again, I’m imbibing on…
the rich, living waters of Your holy oasis.
Author Note:
Loosely based on:
Psa 68:9; Isa 35:1-35; John 4:4-26
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2011, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 11 october 2012
Oh my Lord, once again I’m before you,
begging that You sift my heart.
Insure the chaff of my life is blown away,
while allowing the kernels of Your truth
to be planted in me, for the purpose of bearing…
spiritual fruit that delights You.
The door of my heart has been unhinged;
You may enter my threshing mill anytime –
even if You need to wake me.
Lift me up and shake me without ceasing,
until the day I’m stored in Your granary.
Author Note:
Loosely based on:
Job 21: 17-18; Zep 2: 1-3; Matt 3: 12
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2011, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 11 october 2012
Lately, life has been rough and coarse;
how have I strayed off course?
Be my light and show the way,
for You alone are Love’s real source.
O my Lord, please touch me
with Your spiritual purity!
Open my eyes, that I may see…
the full beauty of Thee.
Cure me of my blindness,
as I wander in this wilderness;
meet me where I am,
with Your loving kindness.
O my Lord, please touch me
with Your spiritual purity!
Open my eyes, that I may see…
the full beauty of Thee.
I’m not wanting more excuses,
to explain away how my sin oozes;
lift me up that I may find
the holy joy true faith produces.
O my Lord, please touch me
with Your spiritual purity!
Open my eyes, that I may see…
the full beauty of Thee.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on: John 9:8-11
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2011, All rights reserved.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 11 october 2012
You have been to me like an old friend, wating to go on a date
I guess all these years gone by mean nothing.......
Is it me or is it the guilt you feel?
I know I have done nothing wrong, yet I feel worthless
I ask for Mercy from you as I get another sleepless night
I do not love you anymore, just a manic attack
Making me feel those helpless feelings again, those frozen ideas
in my head, wanting you, touching you
Despising you all the while, our sexless love affair
In my mind, I fight daily for my dream , that will never come
You not being with me, it does not exist, but I still think of you
It is so merciless and yet so happy to be rid of you
All those years of mental torture, pain and sorrow, bottled up
Ready to explode like an orgasm at any time.......
You have hurt too much and gone too soon.
Satish Verma, 11 october 2012
The space shrinks
when moon breaks the black night.
An aching flotilla does not
reach home. The wait ends
in your poems.
Clutching at floating truths
you help to save the words
of predicament. Ultimately
a temple walks free
without a god.
The whiteness of false teeth
has a regular visitor
of a bright smile.
But the tender eyes were telling
a different story.
Satish Verma
Glenn McCrary, 10 october 2012
Oh, duchess when you ascend your neck
To scrutinize the skyline
Were you aware that you could discover?
The very marvel that for years you so yearned?
Oh, duchess did you think it feasible
That you could matriculate the novelty ‘tis amour
Did you?
Open your eyes alluring one
Shan’t be a reason to averse your devoirs
though you must dismember all that bleeds
Jorge Luis Molina Fentanes, 10 october 2012
Want to fly away holding your hands, felling you soul inside you.
Want to run away leaving behind every dark spot we have ever encounter.
Want to go crazy next to you: fall in love everyday again and again ‘till there is no life in my heart to feel.
Want to turn into whatever you want me to because I know there will always be a place for me next to you.
Want to walk with you and skip a square here and there ‘till we laugh it off.
Want to never leave you alone just because I’m a little selfish.
Want to gather all colors of the world and make you a garden with flower of every single shed of color, one where we can sit around and I can admire nothing else but you.
Want to let time tik-tak because it does not control me or you for being in love does not mean to begin and end but to begin and keep going for the rest of life’s life time.
Want to take care of you for the rest of our lives just because I LALA (live, admire, love, and adore) you.
Jorgeluis
louis gander, 10 october 2012
I woke up from sleeping and found myself eating
a piece of old barley bread.
While feeding on breakfast, I thought it most unjust
that yours was a warm one instead.
Though willow branch bends, it cannot make amends
to a place that I'm sitting between.
A rock and a hard place that's hopeless to face -
and torment, the greatest I've seen.
My great sacrifice just wouldn't suffice.
These shoes that I wear aren't by choice.
"We can't refinance" was the bank's 'song and dance'
but who would hear my little voice?
Despite life-long effort, they're selling me short,
my business at such a great cost.
The bank never spared because they hadn't cared,
hence millions of dollars were lost.
So don't store up treasures for everyday pleasures,
in things of this earth that will rust.
The great love of money has never been funny,
for only in God should we trust.
It's so disconcerting my children are hurting,
yet hopelessly helpless I am.
Despite expectations to pay obligations,
I now can't help any of them.
I sit in the shade of these problems they made.
This willow tree weeps with me too.
The moral of story is not really gory
if we've learned a lesson or two.
Those decades of years bring me sad lonely tears
for they took everything that I had.
But what greater loss - than was Christ's on the cross?
I maybe don't have it so bad.
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