Joe Breunig, 4 october 2012
How can I change the World that I see,
unless I’m willing to begin with me?
Sharing the Word via the use of Godly platitudes
fails to work with the wrong heart’s attitude.
As human, we’re all inherently flawed;
we all need God’s grace and to not be judged by His law.
Although the world is in a hurting mess,
there's help available for these times of distress.
We have within us the ability to find
solutions for the battles of our minds.
It’s certainly possible to make Change real –
Embrace this seed of an embryonic ideal:
See the embodiment of God in others,
since we’re the keepers… of our brother.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Gen 4:9; Eph 4:23; Rom 8:6
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2011, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 4 october 2012
For more information, including the origin of Honku, please visit the official website:
www.honku.org
Clogging traffic flow
twin, brake riders in the lane,
they’re really a pain.
America’s love –
Unsupervised car racing
on our new highways.
Rubbernecking state:
Welcome to Connecticut,
spend more time on road.
Suggestion only?
Painted lines are optional
for lane straddlers.
Forget the roadkill!
Rubberneckers demonstrate …
Lust for dead bodies.
Gert Strydom, 4 october 2012
If what we have does surpass life and death,
if nothing could the essence of its presence remove,
if you are part of me and present in every breath,
then eternally it may stay as our own true love,
when not the smell of a flower or honey are as sweet,
when no other I can ever anywhere find
in the street or wherever I another meet
then you do fill my body, soul and mind.
When your commitment goes further than the body’s bliss,
as daily with kindness and forgiving our relationship does resume
then there is a kind of magic in every kiss,
then there is something special that last past even doom
as daily new life and strength does come
when I call your heart my home.
Gert Strydom, 4 october 2012
The time when suddenly spring does unfold
when skies are crystal clear, sunny and blue
in blossoming trees and flowers I do behold
and still my deep feelings for you are true
when all of nature is gay, full of life,
when the season is more hot than temperate
and it’s a great blessing that you are my wife
that together daily we do face fate
and although at times you bring me pain
there is loveliness that on your face I see
and our feelings of affection and love does remain
as if by God’s own hand they are set to be
as if from the creation together we do belong,
still my love for you daily grows more strong.
Satish Verma, 4 october 2012
It crashed like a chandelier
my dream.
Becoming wet, into unhealing existence.
I was expecting a landfall
by burst of flames.
Grieving for a lost generation,
a meaningless exit from the stage
of bites and suffering.
Can you reverse this idea
of rebirth in the land of nobodies?
That prison inside will not release
the doves and I was expanding
in the vaulted dome of violence
to discover the wait of a happening
to arriv
Satish Verma
louis gander, 4 october 2012
I sat in my room with Bible in hand,
trying to fully, to best understand;
But as I looked down, all I could see -
was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.
I turned my mind to another thought,
became discouraged, became distraught;
I concentrated - but all I could see,
was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.
I peered at times out the huge windowpane,
and knew that I shouldn't at all complain;
So I glanced back down but all I could see -
was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.
The big, red sun was settling down,
and longer shadows grew around;
I refocused my eyes but all I could see,
was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.
For quite some time I sat and thought,
for hours and hours my eyelids fought;
I pushed them up, but all I could see -
was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.
I stayed up half the night it seems;
then went to bed with the weirdest dreams;
Against dark blackness all I could see,
was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.
For many years, I sat at a loss....
I failed to fully understand the cross.
While I had eyes, I just couldn't see -
but the yellow stained page, staring back at me.
Yellow stains? You ask me why?
Teardrops felled from saddened eyes.
My vision blurred - I couldn't see,
but the yellow stained page, staring back at me.
By grace alone, I know my God.
He comforts me - His staff and rod.
And now through faith, no longer see -
a yellow stained page, staring back at me.
©2007 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Christina Posey, 4 october 2012
I've searched for you my whole life.
Now Im proud to be your wife.
God had opened the golden gates
You were totally worth the wait.
My love for you is deep and true
I thank god I found you.
©2010 Christina Posey
Christina Posey, 4 october 2012
You are told
to have and to hold
but life is cold
then marriage gets old.
Giving up is not the key
Let your tears go out to sea.
Listen to each others plea.
Then love will grow stronger, trust me!
©2010 Christina Posey
Christina Posey, 4 october 2012
To find my family means alot.
It takes a breathe from me deep in the heart.
I've searched for you my whole life
Now you're here in plain sight.
My family has had their toll.
Now your here for us to hold.
The times we've wondered who we are,
is thrown away deep into the stars.
©2010 Christina Posey
Christina Posey, 4 october 2012
To find my family, is no more
I found my family that is to adore
I feel as if i'm complete
Isn't life just so sweet
To find my family is no more
I feel as if I could soar.
To find my family was a dream
Now my family flows down the stream
To find family, is no more
I've completed my family tree chore.
©2010 Christina Posey
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