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Gert Strydom, 5 april 2015

A conversation with God

Everything that I posses does not belong to me

but is a sign of Your love and great mercy

and even all my great and good deeds

do not make me free of Your crucifixion or of blame

and even though I do possess fame and respect,

that which I can become

is only the blessing that You do pour down upon me

and all of my existence,

even the most brilliant thoughts in my mind,

that which do carry meaning for me

You my Lord, do provide before I can ask for it

and does only come as a gift from Your hand.

Your great care is wherever I am
and You do regard everyone that I meet as Your own child.

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Satish Verma, 5 april 2015

CREATIVE SHAME

Neglecting the presence of choiceless
pain, I became singular and I said
I would not allow the life
slip through my fingers.

Looking inside, beneath the rags
of awakening, makes you to rebel
against the decadent forgiveness.
Belief in dying was a reversed nightmare.

Till the arteries explode in the limbs.
A robot kindles the hope to walk
without a brain and I grieve for the
death of a nightingale in the woods.

I will knead the invisible universe,
roll it to the stone wall of conscience.
Age will undo the million dreams
behind the creative shame.

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Elise C., 4 april 2015

Hidden Hurt by Elise Colon

Hiding behind a thick brick wall
lay things that can't be told.
Feelings, feelings, sad, but true eat at my heart.
Things I'm to afraid...
to afraid to say.
Maybe I should speak things out
but it would hurt too much.
I never lie, but I'm holding back...
holding back that 'something' deep inside.
Never can I say, never will I say
no one can make me.

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Elise C., 4 april 2015

Broken Glass by Elise Colon

And I'll watch you deteriorate before my eyes
and don't be surprised when I forget to cry
As fear lies in your mind, rest a sure things will NEVER be fine.
In life, broken glass cuts at skin very thin
Left un-aided will bleed, never allowing what it needs
I'll watch you bleed and make no sound, nor clean the mess on the ground.
Soft sound as quiet as a pin drop, words trickle out in a haunted whisper...
'Sometimes lost is never found...'

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Elise C., 4 april 2015

At an End by Elise Colon

And what's to happen when everything is done?
Do we go back to a beginning far away from where we are?
Will we fade from each other after each passing day or could our lives remain the same?
Speaking with a troubled tongue, I see that you are the lonely one, but from you I will never run..
Time is running out for words unspoken
will bonds remain unbroken or will our lives be shattered open to this world?

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Elise C., 4 april 2015

All You Need by Elise Colon

Oh joy at what I heard!
Words I thought I miss heard, but suddenly it's real
I had a feeling it might have played out like this
Oh, how I only want you to be happy and how my heart feels when you are
I acted confused when I heard
while my heart was singing a happy tune
I'd lie, but oh how I desired this to happen.
Might be over reacting, but oh how much I'd hate if you were wrong.
You wouldn't have said such a thing if it hadn't crossed your mind
We all just want to be happy, but we can't find such in just anything.
Sometimes all we need is what we already have...
if we only give them a chance

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Elise C., 4 april 2015

Side by Side by Elise Colon

The earth shook
My heart fluttered with every word you uttered
I opened my mouth but couldn't breathe because my heart left me no words to speak. It sent out a beating rhythm of love tangled with absolute certainty that you were the one for me.
If a look could decide then the decision was made when we touched with our eyes.
A single glance blossomed a romance, a new chance for something the world could never handle
A soft touch was enough, never rough, to bring two hearts together that would never tether or ever be apart.
A new love, a true love...you and I
By a glance of eyes, love did decide that we shall stay side by side

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Satish Verma, 4 april 2015

GREEN VISION

In a starry night
an adolescent thought starts
a rivalry. A baby moon squirms.
No hour was safe from terror in dark.
I climb the stairs breathlessly.

The great divide deepens in hearts.
Incisors bite the tongue,
grey cells bleed inside.
Thick ash has not stopped the cinders
smouldering under the veils of flushed peace.
Cupped tears wash the feet of death,
a caravan of words moves desolated,
cutting on the edges, before you say
goodbye to green vision.

Today I am pulling out the nails
from the walls. No hangings of departed centuries.
No portraits of exiled flames.
Only the face of truth, burning
at the interface of unthruths.

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Satish Verma, 3 april 2015

GOLDEN VALLEY

Blackened silence was holding the reflectivity,
reality was on the run.
Exile was complete.
Dark secrets, standing on head
remained buried in your chest
absorbing all colors of sun.

A night remembers the friends
who went over the hills one by one
to find the pugmarks of panther
that was killing your infant biographies.
The world stood bodyguard
not allowing any immortality.

Your speech was clear, but unheard
in terror of burnt-out principles.
New sleeping cells are coming up for a
metaphysical revolt. A heron was
stabbed by soaring kites
in the golden valley.

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Joe Breunig, 2 april 2015

Poem: Moral Disposition

O Lord, how I appreciate having my character,
free from the carnal lust of mammon; for I,
don’t have to be concerned with avarice, greed
or the presence of possessions… that I can eye!

I’m truly thankful for my current circumstance,
knowing that You have promised to never fail me;
therefore, I’ll trust Your continued support-
since I’ve been grafted into… The Living Tree!

Having been comforted and encouraged, with boldness
and confidence, I claim: Christ is my Benefactor!
My spirit won’t be gripped by any dread or fears;
I’m ignoring the silly nonsense of all detractors.

Forged within Life’s, daily crucible of Faith,
inner steel and moral disposition were developed.
From Salvation through Christ, my soul was saved,
and my life by His Grace has been… fully enveloped.

Author Notes

Inspired by:
Heb 3:5-6; Rev 2:7

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

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Hidden Hurt by Elise Colon

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GREEN VISION

GOLDEN VALLEY

Poem: Moral Disposition

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