Satish Verma, 9 august 2013
Generation grips,
I am the street
in dysphoria.
You run, shout, the arc
bleeds, you become your enemy
that kills the alphabets
A statue was hung
upside down
to eject the violence from plastic lips.
Blood stained sidewalk
throws a challenge to send
the skins of martys.
The taste of endometrium confronts
a fortune of calories in pink
for an unconscious hood.
And the language of golden teeth
hides the backdoor flight
of a fallen god.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 8 august 2013
One ordinary day at the temple,
Jesus purposed to watch people go by;
He observed their heart attitudes,
without them… even knowing why.
He watched the gait of the proudly rich,
dressed in their expensive clothes;
they jingled a portion of their wealth
and drew attention with uplifted noses.
Christ properly noticed and judged the scene
of them depositing their offering coins,
disappointed that they collected their reward
(of pride) below the temple’s cornerstone quoins.
Along came a widow, who gave her last two mites,
a reflection of a poor and impoverished state,
unknowingly falling victim to the scribes’ greed,
as she quietly suffered under poverty’s weight.
At the moment, Christ exclaimed to His disciples
that ‘she had given more’ than those preceding her;
for the others offered a pittance of their wealth,
although possessing an abundance of gold and silver.
For the misguided woman was improperly taught
that God would replenish her monetary seed,
when pressured to extreme and unholy sacrifice,
as she clung to the belief of His meeting her needs.
Unfortunately, she failed to recognize the false doctrine,
being perpetuated under the malpractice of the scribes.
For near to her was the Christ - the One who provides
the Living water, upon which one may graciously imbibe.
Please note that this story is not about giving,
but about learning to observe false Pharisees.
The widow’s unhappy sacrifice was for nothing,
since the Christ’s presence… she did not see.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Mark 12:41-44; Luke 20:45-47, 21:1-4; Matt 23:37-38
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Joe Breunig, 8 august 2013
We are still called to worship;
open hearts and voices, glorify His Name!
We acknowledge the Almighty
and His Kingdom… we freely proclaim!
We are called to worship,
knowing that we are His Children.
We have been given The Scriptures
and holy tools for overcoming sin.
We continue to worship Him,
Whose Love was revealed in Christ Jesus.
We will continue to Seek His face
and to have His Love perfected in us.
We intentionally worship Jehovah
and recognize the wonders by His hand.
We serve as stewards and ambassadors,
while endeavoring to understand…
the many ways to honor the Trinity!
For The Spirit freely moves upon the Earth,
binding us closer to our blessed Lord,
via the promise of spiritual rebirth.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Col 1:16; John 1:12, 3:3, 4:21; 1 Pet 4:10;
1 John 2:5, 4:17-18; Matt 18:3; Tit 3:5
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Gert Strydom, 8 august 2013
Today my heart rejoices
like a bird in full song
with its throat throbbing
and it’s almost the beginning of spring
and as the day goes along
everywhere there are joyful voices
and it’s the time that my love and I
celebrate our wedding day
and I pray that our love do remain
throughout our lives in happiness and pain
and that everything that I do or say
just brings more happiness as times goes by.
© Gert Strydom
Gert Strydom, 8 august 2013
He caught the largest cod he had ever seen,
was rowing out
with it drifting right next to the small boat,
sharks were about
turning and again turning around them;
angry, in rout,
he had lost that fish to those predators
that were deadly snapping operators.
Gert Strydom, 8 august 2013
It was at Hartebeespoort dam,
that I was fishing for Carp,
with maize bombs,
some dips and floaters
when I saw a man
put a small roasted chicken
on huge hooks
and casting a thick line in
using a reel and rod
suitable for sea fishing.
I must admit that he
had downed a six-pack or two
and he said
that he was trying to catch catfish
and I knew that some crickets,
earthworms or even normal bait would do
but he said that divers
checking the dam wall
had seen catfish the size
of great white sharks
and were scared of them
as they were very vicious fish
that usually kept to the depths
and I silently went on fishing,
changing bait, casting in
and caught a couple of blue kurper,
three decent carps
and a yellow-fish
that leapt out of the water
while it tried to escape.
I was totally amazed
when the angler
with the chicken on the huge hooks
got a bite, smacked the rod,
hooked something
that with a mighty force
started running with his line
and tried to pull him
rod and all
right into the depths
of that big dam
and a couple of men
had to hold him,
as they were struggling
against an enormous thing.
Gert Strydom, 8 august 2013
At the break of dawn
the neighbour has a visitor
pulling in with a small Nissan-do- it-all pickup
towing a small Venter trailer
with a blow-up motorboat on the canopy
and the two wave at me
when they set out
driving away to the sea
and shout aloud: “See you there”
and a day later I meet them on the beach
standing solitary
out of view from each other
on rocks jutting into the sea,
throwing whistling lines
straight into the deep
with sunglasses protecting their eyes
against the glare
as if searching for peace and tranquillity
at the edge of the blue ocean
and the two men speak few words to me
both determined to reel in something big
and in the distance the hues of sea and sky meet
while water touches, laps against my feet
and I find my own way to the jetty
casting a line in, waiting patiently
until a lovely girl comes over to talk with me,
sets my mind on different things
(spoils the tranquillity),
but I have a two legged mermaid
following me to a restaurant
while they still wait with nothing,
casting in with new bait.
Satish Verma, 8 august 2013
Crisp and tight, a parallel voice
of black stars talks to sky, protesting
the presence of ultimate outsider, when
everybody was a partner of collective
guilt in nightscape.
What was the center of fight in elite
members? The unhindered ego or claim
of bland crumbs of authority? The innocents
so many, on streets, surrounding a red
smudge, liberty, watching her personification, who
sleeps here!
Whom it burns? As the blood spurts
from the chest of a white stone.
* On the death of Neda Agha Soltan in Tehran on 20st June 09
Satish Verma
Anthony DiMichele, 8 august 2013
everything is humdrum how we like it
nothing going on here
in the cosmic drama
the trees surround the house and beg
for permission to believe in our enterprize
the remains of other characters on the barbeque
are being smothered in smoke
you will miss the point of my life
missionless decency
unfolding inside a spectator sport
make a place for yourself
among the anonymous multitude
it is said
you can part them like wheat
Bob Gotti, 8 august 2013
Who is not lost, apart from Christ, of the people amidst your life?
No one my friend, for it’s said, that all outside are spiritually dead,
All those outside of God’s Family, have no hope, for life eternally,
To be a part of God’s Family, one must come to Christ at Calvary,
All we know who haven’t crossed, into Calvary’s way are truly lost,
For without Grace from Calvary, all will remain in bonds of slavery,
Bondage from the slavery of sin, unless New Life they have within,
New Life received only by faith, when they accept Calvary’s Grace.
New Life, by all, is only achieved, when by faith, Christ is received,
Many are called but few are chose, so many remain as God’s foes,
Separated from The Lord above, for not embracing Truth and Love,
That love God sent, to the cross, to save not some, but all the lost.
In order for anyone to be saved, they must know, they’re depraved,
Born onto this sin cursed earth, while tainted by sin, from their birth,
Separated from the love of God, from the outset of life on this sod,
But, supplied with a Hope in Christ, that all of us can see eternal life.
Apart from Christ, we remain in sin, with our only Hope found in Him,
Who for all died as God’s Sacrifice, so we could enter into Paradise,
As sinful mortal men in God’s Family, in Christ we’ll enter immortality,
So, though you are lost, you can be, saved by Christ to live eternally.
(Copyright ©02/2013 Bob Gotti)
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