Gert Strydom, 24 august 2012
I love you girl,
you once again are making me young,
while I find love in your heart
that touches my life,
eternally I am bound to you
whatever we go through;
nothing can devour our love,
as it is protected by God.
Gert Strydom, 24 august 2012
Deep in prayer I have walked
while pouring rain came down,
with the strong southeaster blowing
you I called my own
about our love I have talked,
as mercies He has shown
to the Lord who is all knowing
while strong our love had grown.
Gert Strydom, 24 august 2012
Outside the snow is falling,
are gliding like pieces of paper coming down,
the icy wind is biting
when I brush off some flakes
and now it falls continually
when you phone, quite amused,
with the signal sometimes growing faint
while you say that you desire me.
Satish Verma, 24 august 2012
To wean away a tigermoth
from a bell jar
for a journey of faith
against ebony of illusion.
The caterpillar has restrained
the roof,
of future accidents
to coming of age.
You do not know
the speed
of nakedness
on silvery path.
Where,
the ending comes?
You know
we only watch the heels of forerunners.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 23 august 2012
On that fateful day of Pentecost,
power came down from on high.
For it originated with God’s presence
and His Kingdom, that’s far beyond our sky.
The ascension of Christ had been witnessed,
with Him clearly rising above the clouds;
He was no longer bound by planetary constraint
and the opinionated amazement of the crowd.
Upon the Earth, a violent breeze blew;
it brought forth ‘winds of change’ into the hearts of men.
This first outpouring of the Holy Spirit reinforced
God’s abundant Love, for us all once again.
The power of Jehovah had appeared,
as ‘tongues of fire’ above the people’s heads -
Thus fulfilling an Old Testament prophesy,
as the prophet Joel had previously illustrated.
The spiritual battles are fought today
inside the imagination of our minds;
cleanse your thoughts with The Word
and shift your ideals with His holy paradigm.
God has promised in The Scriptures
that He will never leave us nor forsake us.
His comforting Spirit remains along side
as we now await - the final return of Christ Jesus.
Author Notes:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Joe Breunig, 23 august 2012
Water laden clouds burst!
Here now, comes the rain,
but I’m loving the ‘liquid sunshine’
and ignoring the weather’s torrential bane.
Despite deluges of Life’s storms,
enjoy humanity and have some fun.
Now comes the rain, washing over us anew,
as the Spirit of the Father’s Son.
Now comes the reign of Christ -
Embrace Him and His Holiness!
Be protected by the Rock’s cleft
and submerged under His Righteousness.
Be always filled with His eternal joy,
taking up the Heavenly refrain -
Tears of the just and unjust continue to flow.
Move past sorrows and see; lo! Here comes the rain.
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(chorus)
O Lord, send the rain –
We can weather the storm!
Cover us with righteousness;
keep lives from being further torn.
Author Note:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2010, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 23 august 2012
Copper brown Egyptian geese are in the marsh,
they call from the plumed reeds
and they leave flat tracks in the clay
when they walk past in a small group
and I hear them from far of on the porch
when the pond resound with their voices
just their at the old sunken sloop
where I notice the sun shining on the water,
how they suddenly fly up and spread
as they avoid a dog that is running loose.
Gert Strydom, 23 august 2012
Two doves made their own nest
and with time cooed in love to each other
but one on a day disappeared
and never again came to watch its loved one,
even when the branches creaked in the winter wind
nobody gave any crumbs of bread to the remaining dove,
only the bright stars were always guarding
over a small nest above an old wooden floor.
Satish Verma, 23 august 2012
That satanic streak
of tireless undressing
of a hapless monarch.
Wings were gone. Cannot fly
across the tree
of hypocricy.
A footmat for the suicidal jump
from the elegant hierarchy
to grainy lies.
Why are you turning ungreen?
You will dig up the temple
without god?
Satish Verma
Nesca, 22 august 2012
I thought I finally found you and then
we got lost. I figured how to write words
but I never know how to say these few ones
you meant to teach me.
You can be the saddest person in the world
but still
it doesn't make you a poet. I know
because some days I feel like crying
almost before I wake up. And even then
I lack expressions.
Some other things too, but I wouldn't know.
I may never have had them.
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