Joe Breunig, 16 august 2013
The Body is composed of many parts
and it needs your gifting of talents;
open up your spirit and heart…
to provide God with holy service.
Don’t waste your earthly talents
with hardness of heart or disservice.
Find your identity in Christ!
Feed on the fullness of His Word
and enjoy His eternal Life!
Become part of Heaven’s story,
by allowing yourself to be…
Used for His Glory.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
1 Cor 12:14; Chr 31:2; Col 1:13; Psa 139:13-16;
Jer 29:11; Eph 1:4-5, 2:10
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 16 august 2013
Most fail to understand the spiritual secret,
regarding the true power of the human tongue.
Proper and improper usage of its strength, allows
one to create consequences, that are far flung.
Consider the idea of words as ‘containers’,
housing both creative and destructive powers.
For even God is bound (Scripturally) by His Word.
Learn to alter your speech, starting this very hour.
Although you’re free to choose what is spoken,
allow your lips to be completely free of guile;
be disciplined and utter Biblical truths regularly
to avoid Satan’s ageless traps of worrisome trials.
The Godly principle of ‘sowing and reaping’,
demonstrates that our words have responsibility attached;
the unleashing of power may be initially unseen,
but either acts of good or evil have been dispatched.
Will you decide to edify and exhort souls today
or unwittingly deflate the spirit of others?
Can you be slow to speak and quick to listen?
Will you help or harm… your sisters and brothers?
Don’t let unnecessary, careless words fall onto the ground;
speak with kindness, thoughts, that are Scripturally sound.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Jam 1:26; 1 Pet 3:10; John 10:10; Phil 4:6-7; Prov 15:23
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 16 august 2013
Otherworldly, tactile retraction
of rainbows,
from the eyes of believers.
Detachment of restless mind
at twilight, pot starts
boiling.
Sundowning, a paranoia
takes over, you suffer a childhood
near the pyre.
Thing is not a thing
exclusive of an extremist,
something burns inside me also.
The age of a tulip
moves backward; I, untethered,
float thoughtless in speech.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 15 august 2013
In my thoughts I see you
lying stretched out on our bed
with pyjamas clinging to you,
curtains drawn shut
and the big duvet is somewhat blue
and you are covered from your toes to your breast
when the sun goes dim
and inside are you and I.
Gert Strydom, 15 august 2013
There is a light in her eyes as they shine bright,
as in the twinkling yellow-green starry skies,
and in the night, dressed up she is a sight,
that draws admiring glances from men, women’s eyes;
as a royal princess as if it’s her right
she is treated but I know where her heart lies;
to meet her some men are in a kind of fright,
as no one her grace and loveliness denies.
Gert Strydom, 15 august 2013
She comes in loveliness and like the seasons
sometimes she is dressing pure and bright as spring,
her beauty has many different reasons,
continually tranquillity she does bring,
at times her gaze is quite hot or mild or cold
and she acts timid, lively and very bold
at times with a amazing kind of pure grace
but always I see traces of love on her face.
Gert Strydom, 15 august 2013
The first time that we met
I should have known
that you will bring more than just friendship to me;
in my blood
there was a tingling that suddenly did come,
a bright radiance
shone from your face with a kind of holiness
and eternally I could adore you.
Satish Verma, 15 august 2013
Sperms spilled on thighs
When moon was hung over trees
To engage reverberations,
Contesting erratic moods
Outside echoes
Stitching white milk into black tears,
It was not for the deliverance
From pain of separation
And drink the eyes:
The waves died in immensity
Somewhere a dolphin dips in mind
To pick up the music
Of fences, separating ethos
And gossips of terrified oceans
Searching the sunken ship.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 14 august 2013
It is as if God is present
where we stand at the pulpit,
Corinthians has got meaning
as a holy command,
as something far past human knowledge
that God commences with us
and our love comes to meaning,
becomes a kind of principle.
Gert Strydom, 14 august 2013
She has a kind of charm, a amazing grace,
as beautiful and tender hearted she is;
in the aspect, the expressions of her face.
No lovely other woman is just as this,
suddenly she makes my feelings and heart race
and her rose red lips sometimes demands a kiss
but to her there is nothing quite commonplace,
and to be with her is a kind of sheer bliss
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