Joe Breunig, 16 august 2012
O my Lord of mercy and grace -
I desire to write more spiritual verse,
while flying on your notes of blessings
and overcoming Mankind’s sin curse.
My heart’s singing of your joy,
as You feed me by Your hand
the fullness of Thy melodic Word;
thus enabling… my ability to understand.
O Lord, give flight to my words
while I’m attuned to Your Spirit –
May Your message reach weary souls
and empower them with a Heavenly lift.
Allow me to rest in Your Presence,
nestled amid the branches of Life’s Tree,
as I strive to perfect my voice.
Please Lord; release the songbird in me.
Author Note:
Special thanks go to Jay DuPaul, for his words of encouragement.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Debadarshi Panda, 16 august 2012
Sing this beauty; pause not-
For it will fade after its plot,
Harshly ;in rough passage-
Gets weaved in glorious beauty.
Stop not! For this song will be -
Yours- immortal spirit in winter,
When the world descends to its ploy-
Fixed in love for them, the master.
The world will be in my cottage-
When dearth of word detaches-
My pilgrim soul; rose through the sun,
In beaming glance from rough patches.
Shift not! Brittle mortal pain-
Immortal; unkempt dress will be -
In heavenly measures ,voice of beauty;
Divine- for my soul be in bridal robe.
Joop Bersee, 16 august 2012
Here I sit,
With my grandfather's legs.
He disappeared in the rain of time,
The minutes of his watch
Ticking in my inner ear,
A candle for when it gets dark.
He really was one of us.
But now he is one of them,
Horrors of the green, quiet,
Nightingale cemeteries,
A child's sole on someone's
Name, just a thing, not related.
Joop Bersee, 16 august 2012
This is not a poem.
I am not a poet.
This is not poetry.
Just a bit of text
With a bit of space
Between some lines.
Because it looks like a poem
Doesn't mean it is a poem.
Let me put it like this:
Why is it that every arsehole
Can call himself a poet while
Not everybody is allowed
To call himself a butcher,
A baker or a busdriver?
Joop Bersee, 16 august 2012
They tied her up and
Dumped her in a dungeon,
Letting the hungry axe wait
Too long with its bloody tongue.
Its walls were dead, blindfolded,
Open and shut, no space for pink.
Pluck the day before you turn to stone
And bitter nuts dry on your tongue,
Awake between the crutches of
The stairs to the block, the red road,
Bulging red, like genitals, lips shiny,
A curse made in a factory of flesh.
Pluck the day, the green and blue smoke.
A sigh would rise up, keeping you alive,
Somehow
By some.
A few.
Few.
Satish Verma, 16 august 2012
They will not come down
with branding iron and bobbing stings.
Instead.
we will walk down the earth,
to meet the silence
in half-lit homes of enemies.
This poverty
of pause
and peeling off from giants of
fences. I send a green rose to you
from trembling hands,
to smell the death of half-truths.
The bridge has collapsed.
We start digging up for the bodies
beyond curtain of bricks and stones,
the iron-grids of flower gates.
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 15 august 2012
When looking ahead to the future, we have comfort in The Truth,
We get peace from God’s Word, from passages we have heard,
Passages found within Prophecy, Truths written for you and me,
God’s set agenda and His plan, the future ahead, for every man.
First, the rapture of the Church, for every believer upon the earth,
It’s when God’s redeemed crowds, meet with Christ in the clouds;
Then The Judgment Seat of Christ, as He judges each earthly life,
Each believer judged by the Lord, for all their service and reward.
Then the time of the Tribulation, God’s Judgment on every nation,
Each nation opposed to God, shall see God’s Wrath on their sod;
While all who know The “I AM,” will be at The Supper of The Lamb,
Filled with Joy and Elation; all believers in a Heavenly Celebration.
Then comes the return of The Lord, a time that will not be ignored,
Returning as The King of kings, to begin His Reign over all things;
And following this Revelation, He will judge each and every nation,
Including God’s chosen Nation Israel, as His Word, He does fulfill.
Armageddon all nations will see, as God defeats each final enemy,
Upon the mountains of Israel, when Christ accomplishes God’s will;
And then the real peace will begin, as God rolls out The Millennium,
When Christ reigns from Jerusalem, during The Millennial Kingdom.
At the end of one thousand years, sin and wickedness disappears,
When everyone with a godless desire, is cast into The Lake of Fire;
God will make anew, Heaven and Earth, the world of Eternal Worth,
In a new realm, God shall create, as we enter into The Eternal State,
The Lord’s Agenda is all in place, while in the present Age of Grace,
Pending not even one incident, The Rapture dear friend is imminent,
Are you ready to meet your Maker; will He be your Judge or Savior?
So today simply come to Christ, and friend you will see Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©08/2012 Bob Gotti)
Naykd Poet, 15 august 2012
Each cycle of earthly creation is born to eventually die
Save for the raw elements of earth and sky
Though power of human intellect and wealth strive to try
Immortality of body is a miracle that nature does deny
Ages of humanity stream from origin unknown
Countless seeds of life-creation sown
Artifact to their presence cluttering strata has shown
Fruitless attempts for eternal-life left only for a future to bemoan
Each epoch of humanity through millennial time does persists
To dream of an immortal presence with body to enlist
But with frailty of flesh and bone that decay cannot resist
Should humanity not finally discard the wish: forever to exist?
Gert Strydom, 15 august 2012
This summer has grown old
when I suddenly found you,
when your eyes looked deep into my heart,
soft like those of a child
and now we are exclusive;
outside the autumn wind is blowing
thoughtless without a motive
as desires wants to devour us.
Gert Strydom, 15 august 2012
Your beauty is no secret
that somebody can brush aside
you have sympathy with car guards
who do protect properties,
the need of hungry children
you want to touch;
sometimes you deny that you are pretty,
but everyone notices it.
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