TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 6 july 2012
Estranged by the brick walls
From the outside world,
I sit alone by my window.
I see only sunshine dripping through the bars,
And a blue sky beautiful and bold.
But I live in my shadow.
I seldom see a bird or two,
flying so high and carefree,
I wish I were one of them.
Inside my room old I grow,
moments being shed from longevity,
As I have lost a priceless gem.
Satish Verma, 6 july 2012
For the dream slaves
the incense has become a moon
for the alchemic effect of tear’s stain
in erotic war.
Ask a mooner,
will he bring her to bed
for a song to measure the cantus
between flight of strings in midnight?
The small bruises of stars
were playing under the lemon tree
in sinking clouds. You must know
the richness of poverty at night.
This was the theme to play,
it was enough to have walked on golden
leaves of November, while I was collecting
the false truths of life.
Satish Verma
dickerson, robert, 5 july 2012
If you see a man of a certain age,
still slim, hair determinedly dark
but having some time ago switched to khakis
striding Eastern Parkway Plaza,
professionally proud,
a bit self-absorbed, but unmenacing,
fireworks past,
backdropped by friezes of the Brooklyn Museum,
its reassuringly old-fashioned pantheon
despite the heat, still reassuring,
and wearing a T-shirt a lighter shade of red than blood
blazoned with a baby, white but black-outlined,
palisaded with hatch-marks, black, indicating radiance,
or kineticism or both--which?
that would be me, for you see
I have just been to the Keith Haring show--
the Keith Haring show which closes soon.
What did I think of it?
You will want to know the opinion of a man
who wears exactly that shade of red.
'it brought back the era well--
the era to end all eras,
but, now, a little Keith Haring goes a surprisingly long way.'
Joe Breunig, 5 july 2012
Experiencing God directly, is the way to go –
Be submerged in His Spirit, under His heavenly flow.
The lighted path to absolute freedom and peace
is accomplished from following Jehovah’s method of release.
The keys to Life’s issues are written in The Word;
open up your soul so the message can be heard.
God’s plan for your life will be ultimately revealed,
provided to Him you submit and your life you yield.
Demonstrate unwavering faith and be His witness
and others through you shall see His greatness.
Author Notes:
From the book: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
The ISBN is: 1-4196-5051-3
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Joe Breunig, 5 july 2012
Please forgive the simplicity of rhyme,
for I wish to be clear and take my time.
It’s never been “pc” to be Christian in any century,
out of step with the World, in what ones does or sees.
Having ideals may make me seem pompous,
even though I have no desire to impress.
I’m attempting to follow a Heavenly Plan,
by being a godly steward and serving fellow Man.
What I write from the heart, for me is real;
although as a guy, I’m not supposed to feel.
For some, the Principles of God make no sense –
However, my Faith is… no elaborate pretense.
Author Notes:
From the book: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
The ISBN is: 1-4196-5051-3
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2011, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 5 july 2012
Breaching the surface
largemouth jumps up to see if…
It can hold its breath.
The pregnant fishes
lounge upon the riverbed
waiting to give birth.
Dancing smallmouth bass
pirouettes around boat
looking for handouts.
Learning never ends!
For even the fish will stay…
Forever in school.
Protective coating:
Slimy perspective to us;
Life saving to them.
Author Note:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2006, All rights reserved.
OCW, 5 july 2012
Assoupis sous le velux je contemple mes amis
Mon esprit emplit de nostalgie et la pénombre vitrée luit
Deux étoiles sur le verre de nos années passées
Que va t-il en rester ma tendre céleste arborée?
La vie est votre, dans ses mains je respire
La roue tourne et j'ai peur de partir
La maison sous les étoiles semble frémir
Notre fille lira le ciel comme les livres que tu aimes tant lire...
O.O.W
*
01-03-2012
OCW, 5 july 2012
Choose to be wise to last through time and tide
the 2nd name is golden starry never sad
hard to write down how years will sound for you dear
when it comes down to 2 we shine to call it loud and clear
wl on shirt you'll sing and play like I never did
or something else Little Nowadays Star' whatever's under your lid
Love as the 2nd name also
never blurred or dripping from that sunshining cloud cargo
need you so much even if not here yet
don't hold a grudge against us if for us you're yet gold concrete
O.O.W
*
06-07-2012
Gert Strydom, 5 july 2012
Two people dressed in white
take steps around each other,
and around their middles
black bands are tied.
Like lightning bolts feet shoot out
are averted fast as thunder,
a fist is folded deadly
and held in a striking blow.
Shapes move like spectres in a dangerous dance,
eagles get wings with speed and course
and four eyes measures courage, measures speed,
measures soul, body and craft.
Gert Strydom, 5 july 2012
His attitude is set to high precision
where he swings
making the correct grasps lightning quick,
and sometimes just for moments touches the rings,
hurling through the air he turns
in movements that really does count.
He tumbles quickly from the balancing beam,
he is supremely accurate on the pommel horse
where he retains absolute balance
and moves perfectly
from place to place,
later he returns to parallel bars
before landing without movement on the floor.
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