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Gert Strydom, 1 june 2015
Lord, teach me
Lord, teach me to still trust in You
even when I do not see Your presence in my life
and when I do need to walk through the darkest places
then be there to hold onto my hand.
My whole life, those that I do love and everything that is mine
does have a end and a beginning in Your hand,
are only borrowed to me for a time
and every action, word and sentence
are remembered by You where it has a impact on someone else
and Lord, as a mere man I do continually ask you for mercy.
Satish Verma, 31 may 2015
Tears Were Never Sweet
It drips -
my ocean.
One dropp at a time
from the eyes of a grey stone.
Flows the anguish
in a cave.
A fallen grace from sky,
flickering like an earthen lamp.
Do not go
heart broken into crowd.
Tears were never sweet.
Satish Verma, 30 may 2015
Morning Star
There was no beginning
no ending.
Beyond tomorrow
you will be, what you were not.
Words would disappear,
only meaning will be left.
The interval ceases to be
from ’wasness’ to open pathway.
When you are not ready
I will be there to lift the veil.
My total pain surges forward today.
Quietly death opens the door
to welcome the lost child,
whose burden was his taste.
Farewell to the visitors of night.
The morning star is rising.
Joe Breunig, 29 may 2015
Poem: No Escape
There’s no escape,
from my pain, trouble and sorrows;
yet I’m not concerned about them,
for You Lord, await me in tomorrow.
There’s no escape,
for You my Lord, are everywhere,
knowing Your omnipresent trait;
with You, my life, I gladly share.
There’s no escape,
for You have searched the depths
of my being, soul, existence
and my inward, spiritual breadth.
There’s no escape,
for You can see me in the darkness,
as though I was in sunny daylight;
keep me far from evil wickedness.
There’s no escape
and I have no desire to flee;
wherever I go, You’re there;
so I could never be… an escapee.
Author Note
Inspired by:
Psa 139
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 29 may 2015
Longing
Oh God
I don’t believe you
for irretrievable sins in me.
My grandchild was asking
why did you have to go?
I had no answer.
My eyes were damp.
Okay, cannot hold you grandpa,
will you come again?
I was the end,
I was the beginning.
I kissed the burning tears of my small chit.
I said, let me go,
Set me free,
I will come, one day in you,
you are me.
Satish Verma, 28 may 2015
Lake Scenes
DREAM
Ambling on beach in dark
when the lake laps the feet.
Sometimes I wish to walk away
on the water like a dragonfly.
MORNING
Trying to figure out
what happened?
Lake Huron went
into flames!
MOONLIGHT
Up, above
a white ship was sailing.
On water,
thousands of boats.
Satish Verma, 27 may 2015
Commentries
This was my book of pain
with no ending.
Life had two meanings-
Anticipation of today,
and fear of tomorrow.
Time was running out
like sand from fists,
mists were rising,
commentaries on setting sun had begun.
Mind was calculating, computing all the time
the duality of desire.
I wanted to catch the words,
the movement of grief,
the completeness of a thought.
It came as a stroke-
the revelation of self.
We did not want to break
the bondage of problems.
It was complete annihilation
of our identity.
We loved conflicts
we loved to hate.
We adored the disorientation.
The violence of our thoughts
created an empty wasteland.
Satish Verma, 26 may 2015
Beyond Transcendence
Breaking the boundaries,
you released energy.
Life was an immense emptiness
with dotting of pain and sorrow.
Counting did not help.
You had to escape
to painless unawareness.
Nameless you moved,
unacknowledged, unsung.
Humility became a meaningful dialogue,
reverberating in the creative minds.
The contentment
did not need any followers.
The occult gratification,
did not need any fame.
The cessation of agony
and anguish was important
for becoming.
Love and compassion became palpable;
when your heart poured,
when silence became eloquent,
when words become phrases.
And intelligence moved
beyond transcendence.
Scott Clark, 25 may 2015
At Times I See You
At times I see you afar, in mind’s eye,
Calling this heart and affording a sigh.
A bit o’ pause, a bit o’ rush.
Listen girl, the silence…now hush.
Ah, that my tears had wings!
And my grief be heavenward
My soul bluely sings
A price none could afford.
Tears are never bought nor sold
Yet they are sweet, precious and never grow old.
Satish Verma, 24 may 2015
Commentries
This was my book of pain
with no ending.
Life had two meanings-
Anticipation of today,
and fear of tomorrow.
Time was running out
like sand from fists,
mists were rising,
commentaries on setting sun had begun.
Mind was calculating, computing all the time
the duality of desire.
I wanted to catch the words,
the movement of grief,
the completeness of a thought.
It came as a stroke-
the revelation of self.
We did not want to break
the bondage of problems.
It was complete annihilation
of our identity.
We loved conflicts
we loved to hate.
We adored the disorientation.
The violence of our thoughts
created an empty wasteland.
Latest comments:
21 november 2025
violetta
Och życie też przykuwa uwagę na coś niemądrego:)
21 november 2025
Piękne podziwianie:)
21 november 2025
Piękny
21 november 2025
Jaga
Takie sny na długie zimowe noce :)
21 november 2025
To jest rajska jabłoń, odmiana Czerwona Piękność,
21 november 2025
sam53
czy to nie berberys?
21 november 2025
Ja też, więc szybko zdjęłam, by utrwalić
21 november 2025
Dziękuję Wioletto :)
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Bezpowrotne boli bardziej.
20 november 2025
Śliczne igiełki:)
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Uwielbiam takie cuda:)
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wtedy radość podwójna :))
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