Satish Verma, 21 july 2013
You gave it
when you were poor.
Today I went to unwrap the gift.
The soul! Ripping out from the body
to deconstruct my vernacular pain.
Pulling off the toenails to extract a promise.
Feet first; the birth of a child to die sooner in the crib.
My brother, tell me, do you understand
my imperishable grief.
For a future's peace
sing my poem, sing ascendancy.
For laughing skulls in a killing field,
ideation will become a routine talk.
Give me a hand, brother,
am I insane?
Becoming teeth of wisdom was a crime?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 20 july 2013
hopscotch, retrieve a pebble
from the lake,
sitting under a tall tree
i will wait
for leaves to fall
on water;
i will see through my seeds
a relief of roses,
overnight
in the soccer field
tiny mushrooms
popped up, wearing white caps
to see the game-
turning the pages of a book
opens a museum,
i come on you
not accusative
Satish Verma
Milena Sušnik Falle, 19 july 2013
Jutri.
Kdo razočaran
ne čaka na jutri,
da se odlušči molk
iz potemnelih sten sočutja
med lok cvetoče nade.
Jutri.
Kdo napuščen
ne čaka na jutri,
da utre novo pot
med nedotaknjen obok zelenja
nezaznavnih senc.
Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija
(pesniška zbirka Prozorni kristali jutra)
Swati, 19 july 2013
Vague log cabins speckle the yawning valley
against the rapture of majestic mountains.
Narrow pathway snakes up the range,
gooseberry shrubs colour the sides
of the stony trail that leaves me cold.
Squinting against the dead sun
chilly winds dampen my spirits
and leave my hair cold and white.
My Spine aches, am indecisive to tread;
maybe it's not wise to dare this trek.
A faction of monks trace the swirling path
gracing like a ball of red zarberas.
Serene faces marked by thousand lines
carry a spark to their praying eyes.
Crimson flutter reveals gleaming heads
on bare swaying shoulders;
oblivious to the dipping chill,
naked feet define a destination
As the file draws nearer,
eyes are blinded by crazy winds,
Stillness wraps numb feet
and mind freezes.
they walk past me
sacred energy overwhelms
as peace descends
and my heart feels an amazing warmth.
Gert Strydom, 19 july 2013
With a natural kind of subtle ease
aromatic your small bell-shaped flowers
bloom somewhere among the many trees,
quietly springing up after rain showers
you bring happiness and bliss through fate
with a unmistakeable sweet green scent
luring the nightingale to its mate
before your fragile flowering is spent
as if some angels down your steps descent.
Gert Strydom, 19 july 2013
The fire-lily flowers flaming and bloody red,
the crooked-thorn-bush is thrown over
and between all the incinerated stalks stand
this fire-flower so prettily adorned
Satish Verma, 19 july 2013
Lips tremble
like sentinels
when legs burn like candles
whole night,
in the pocket a grenade explodes;
a girl gets raped in broad day light
to receive a compensation
under a leaky roof of frozen hunger:
the emptiness in bed
stirs a grain, a deemed birth of catastrophe
one classical tragedy begins
a lighthouse shuts when the ship sinks,
let us go on the bank to find the needles-
to start a dialogue with the moon,
when the tide comes
it will throw some heroes
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 19 july 2013
I thank my Lord for night and day, and all the changes along the way,
Changes made by God, in this life, in a world where changes are rife;
Seasonal change, four times a year, on this earthly, terrestrial sphere,
When weather goes from hot to cold, making the changes we behold.
God changes the path and ways of man, all within His sovereign plan,
As man continues to make change, God and His ways always remain,
He changes not, for He is God, controlling change on the earthly sod,
God changes man’s course in time, all within God’s sovereign design.
That big change experienced by me, was the change towards eternity,
When God moved into my life, leading me to the Savior, Jesus Christ,
A change totally by God’s Grace, when in The Lord, I placed my faith,
A change that put my focus above, onto an eternity I knew nothing of.
I’ve made changes in ways not know, that’s ongoing, as I have grown,
Change not done on my own accord, but, changes made by The Lord,
This as I continue to grow in Christ, my Lord, who gave me a New Life,
Turning my life from a world of sin, now guided by God’s Spirit within,
Change may continue on this earth, but, that won’t affect my new birth,
Being born again, by The Spirit of God, I’ll soon leave this earthly sod,
Changed in the twinkling of an eye, so I can meet my Savior in the sky,
This change as I begin eternal life, together with my Lord, Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©07/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 19 july 2013
As more evil begins to rattle, we must engage in the battle,
While we battle on earthly sod, we go in the power of God,
To God above we do belong, so in our Lord we are strong,
It’s by His authority we’ll stand, given strength by His hand.
It is in the Name of Jesus Christ, we’ll stand firm in this life,
Through the battle we are assured, in the Name of our Lord,
When we’re in the darkest hour, God supplies us His power,
All needed for God’s purpose, as we battle for Christ Jesus.
That purpose from God above, in this battle that I speak of,
All outcomes too, belongs to Him, in the battle that we’re in,
As we rely on Christ, our Lord, guided by His Mighty Sword,
That sword is The Word of God, as He judges with His Rod.
All Judgment is of Christ alone, by the power of His Throne,
As we are led through the night, by God’s Power and Might,
All power sent from on high, while in God’s strength we rely,
As God works in you and me, He alone, secures the victory.
To Christ we are responsible, as His purpose He does fulfill,
As earthly things about us fall, we are watchmen on the wall,
In this battle, with darkness rife, we witness for Jesus Christ,
Pointing to the ultimate victory, life in Jesus Christ, eternally.
(Copyright ©07/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 19 july 2013
I am sealed and certified, by the One, Who for me died,
Certified with a guarantee, by His Spirit, who lives in me,
Sealed and marked by God, for His service on this sod,
This, as I live my daily life, in the service of Jesus Christ.
Not called to a foreign land, but for God I take my stand,
In my workplace every day, by what I do and things I say,
Working as a ambassador of, my Lord who reigns above,
Who granted me a new birth, to live for God on this earth.
I serve God with my family, being the father, I need to be,
Displaying my Savior’s love, as He leads me from above,
As a husband, to my wife, I must show the Love of Christ,
This as I serve God each day, in my family, along the way.
This life for God is a witness, this as I live for Christ Jesus,
As I live life every day and hour, in The Holy Spirit’s power,
As Christ uses all my days, for God’s glory and His praise,
Allowing Christ to lead the way, as I live my life day to day.
Saved and sealed with a cost, as I need to carry my cross,
A living sacrifice for my Lord, in a time when He is ignored,
In a world overtaken by sin, in this life I’m obligated to Him,
To live for God, in Jesus Christ, in every aspect of this life.
(Copyright ©07/2013 Bob Gotti)
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