Milena Sušnik Falle, 9 september 2012
Jutri.
Kdo razočaran
ne čaka na jutri,
da se odlušči molk
iz potemnelih sten sočutja
med log cvetoče nade.
Jutri.
Kdo napuščen
ne čaka na jutri,
da utre novo pot
med nedotaknjen obok zelenja
nezaznavnih senc.
Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija
(pesniška zbirka Prozorni kristali jutra)
Naeem, 9 september 2012
With the divine love of God
I embark on a voyage of doubt.
You might,
Raise Mountains of iron
And I shall smash through.
Throw pile of stones upon me,
and I shall not shatter.
Dig an ocean before me,
And I shall not cease.
Reveal a war opposing me,
and I shall not fall.
For my will to live and
the adore I Harbor, alone,
stronger than universe as lone.
Khurshid Alam, 9 september 2012
Strike, call a strike
Gung-ho!
Clamour, clamour, clamour
Acuteness trails behind
Listen, listen, listen
Everyone runs away
Silence looms large
Strike, strike now…
Clash, lathi charges
Tear gas. Clashes.
Listen, listen, listen
Everyone runs away
Silence looms large
Hospitals are shut down
Doctors, nurses and others demand
RAISE in wages
CUT in working hours
At present the working hours
Are T-O-O L-O-N-G!
Four hours a day!
And wages too small
Ten thousand per day!
Now they demand salary
To be paid in advance
Well before the month begins
And recess to be altered with working hours
They’d work only in between
During tea breaks and lunch period
Patients are writhing in pain
Some have schedule for operations
Some need immediate attention
Some have broken heart, some broken bones
Strike, strike, strike
They cannot operate or attend
Until their demand is met
Strike, strike, strike
Until some patients die
They do not see a ray of hope
So some must sacrifice their life
Strike, strike, strike
Listen, listen, listen
Everyone runs away
Silence looms large.
Source: The Applicant
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 9 september 2012
Standing at Deaths door, you played the odd's , like playing Russian Roulette.
Fooling everyone, even yourself; All those years gone by
In a swift sound barriar instant
Why do you hurt our children so and make their pain so real?
So oblivious to their needs as you were to mine
You have passed through the circular saw window, leaving your scars on us, never to return again
Not to say hello or goodbye
Your daughter grieves for you in a fairytale dollhouse
Your son, a recluse among his own friends and family
No one knew that day, your plan to carry our your last act of unmercy
Must we continue to suffer
Shall we lie down in fields of clover and pass amongst the rest
We remember you, like a flicker of light
In a flourescent bulb going out one last time
louis gander, 9 september 2012
Waves were crashing everywhere -
port, starboard, forward, aft...
My troubles kept on pouring in,
upon my humble raft.
Typhoon winds of pain whipped up -
first one way, then the other.
My earthly troubles slashed about -
another and another.
Adrift on troubled waters,
but where? I did not know!
Yet here out on the stormy seas -
there was dark death below.
The shark infested waters
that I remember still -
snapped temptations fangs at me
and broke my fragile will.
And then on top of everything,
it couldn't get much worse -
when wet, dense fog surrounded me -
my little faith, a curse.
I screamed from fetal position,
"Do something! Please... You must!"
My fist shook at the Heavens.
I lacked sufficient trust.
I threw my hands up in the air
and wondered, "What's the use?"
Now isn't this the way life goes
as sodden ropes let loose!
The wicked waves tore at the logs.
My raft began to split.
Apart, my hopes were shattered then.
What could I do, but quit?
And then when giving up on life -
I saw - but could it be??
Walking troubled waters there -
my Lord had came toward me!
But raft continued breaking up.
The waves were just too great...
My groping arms flung out to Him -
but I was just too late...
With remnants of my raft adrift -
this Jesus disappeared!
Out in the fog He vaporized -
a sick mirage, I feared.
The gift of life is special -
but eternal life much more.
For Jesus was my sacrifice,
and who that cross was for.
Were hope and faith both obsolete
as waves crashed on my back?
Last remnants of my raft dispersed -
and everything went black.
Engulfed by churning breakers,
my feet touched solid stone...
God's precious love threw me to shore!
I never was alone!
I'm thankful God broke up my raft.
Could I have asked for more?
That raft was really nothing with -
my Jesus on the shore!
©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Psalm 23:4
"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me."
Ali Fahmy, 9 september 2012
I gaze at the date
on her bare neck,
as we lie on the beach
waiting to be scrap.
Her long dark hair
mingles with the night,
her sapphire eyes shine
like the ocean
under moon light,
a female projection
of my self,
a perfect landscape,
except we aren't.
Her light goes out
followed by mine,
two lightening balls
racing to the clouds,
leaving our bodies
empty on the ground.
Ali Fahmy, 9 september 2012
The mirror-- love
has two peculiar sides,
convex and else concave.
The mighty God--
the tiny ant--
and none of both
has truth.
Ali Fahmy, 9 september 2012
Without a word from me,
she came and began to talk,
told me about her miserable life
and all the paths she used to walk.
Without a word from me,
she left and others came,
each told a different story,
but none of them, told their name.
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