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Joe Breunig, 26 february 2015

Poem: Intimacy with God

Not paralyzed with constraints of obligation,
I’m able to converse with my Lord on any topic.
Towards me, His ongoing Love is without reserve;
new mercies flow- with a Grace that is melodic.

Inside each of us, is a God-shaped hole,
which can be satisfied by Him exclusively;
nothing in Life is off-limits with Jehovah,
for He alone examines our hearts and sees

what is invisible to others- inner desires
to drawer closer in relationship with Him!
Empowered through my oneness with God, my…
soul is unconcerned about Life growing thin.

Mindsets of ‘Secular versus Sacred’ attitudes,
will diminish my joy and impact my victories-
since He involved with details of daily living,
I can still overcome the past of my history.

Two keys for intimacy with God are well known:
grasping His Truth and spending personal time
with Him and His Word regularly, in order to…
reach the peak of: Faith’s mountainous climb.

Author Notes

Inspired by:
Eph 6:10; John 10:27

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

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Satish Verma, 26 february 2015

CORPSE IS BEING SENT

In the stand-off
between stolen history
and presiding deity
priest was hanged, while a blue cloud
was shedding the yellow moon.

Who was selling god on the road?
A tall coconut tree was my home;
all but your mouth was shut.

Face to face I am ready to leak
the secret of panic attack in open space,
it rips open the unhealed wounds.

The shot holes on the walls
were still bleeding.
I am getting visions of birds, trees and hills.

A pacific coast was punished
for not joining the conflict.
Corpse is being sent on shores.

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Satish Verma, 25 february 2015

AFRAID OF UNKNOWN

A patch on my shirt
was growing.
I could not, because I did not
want to remove it.
I took everything, without choosing,
a flag of my territory fluttered
without wind.

Like a marooned kiss on fainted lips
cryless eyes.
The body fails, climacteric defeat evident.
A satellite crashes in midsky.
A star in waste was rising.

Multiple setbacks start,
like the botched transplant.
Thieves were active in dark alleys.

Kicked at slump bodies, like
sleeping on road.
I was always afraid of unknown.

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Gert Strydom, 24 february 2015

The lightning falls with the rain

The lightning falls with the rain
with a thundering sound
and something of its essence does remain
within the ground

and there is life within every living thing
while new buds does appear in spring
and from early morning the sun does glow
when the Lord does His goodwill bestow

and yet my love you are away from me
while I do experience nature’s bountiful beauty

and in my heart there is a kind of pain
while I do not know where my life is going
but still the tokens of our love is all around
while nights and days does into each other flow.

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Satish Verma, 24 february 2015

BLACKENED CROZIER

Let it remain
ovarian pure. After strangulating
the truth,
for hypoxic euphoria.

Flies in your face
the dirt,
the denial, the terracota
of superposition of speech
hiding self-interest.

Blackened crozier
for wrinkeled crotch
drops the ashes of love
on unopened buds.

Weeping willow sways
in warm winds of prayers.
Strawberry in holes
nothing like bruise.

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Satish Verma, 23 february 2015

BOAT CAPSIZES

Stammering quarrel
with classical fluidity,
fails to measure the uncertainty.
I was finding my rocks,
that chunk of certainty
in midstream,
when you were not sailing with me.

The wait,
stirs high the separated pain.
Boat capsizes on high sea,
churning the eyes.

Suspense was killing
behind the veil.
Half-belief
half-truth
sustained the spirit, kept
possibility at bay.

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Satish Verma, 22 february 2015

FOOD WAS LEFT ON THE PLATE

For you
I am walking on rocks
holding unburnt match sticks,
you want me to throw them
behind me.

To step down in lake
for washing sins
from the snuffed out
skylights.
Between green and blue I climb on leaves.

Remained pygmies
till end,
in frail human relationships.
All that we saw, was only for ourselves
in questions and replies.

Wasting shine of titles,
followed by empty looks.
Nothing remained to be said.
Food was left on the plate
untouched.

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Satish Verma, 21 february 2015

KLEPTOMANIAC

This kitsch
makes you hollow,
kleptomaniac.
You become blind in green
ready to make a dumb leap
from tall cliff.

Contempt for climactic throats.
The man walks on water
to meet death in icebox.

Pink torch like royal command signals,
black white moon enters a sober cloud
beyond the vibrations.

Now was the chance to kill
the light, fixing the graves.
One day the laughter was alive.

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Satish Verma, 20 february 2015

AN ANODE WILL DISCHARGE

Your window
was very small.
Why did not you throw the dice?
Walk away
without a want?

I had no courage
to tell the lies,
to hold the secrets
of brave tears,
which failed to live in red-bricked house.

And a naked womb
protecting the fetus
from scars and curtains,
will find a anointed bed to sleep for eternity,
for delivering, a new star.

An anode will discharge
on a galactic light,
a message of the hungry
birds of prey.
Death wants its share of flesh.

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Joe Breunig, 19 february 2015

Poem: Turned Inwardly?

God’s compassion is directed outwardly,
while self-pity is an ugly form of idolatry.
Abject misery will be guaranteed, when…
you’re centered on the selfish ego of “me”!

If you’re focused on your own misfortunes,
then you’re going to miss out on blessings;
concepts of personal happiness are fleeting;
therefore, realize what makes hearts sing

with an everlasting, unadulterated joy!
Ministering to others creates opportunities
for spiritual harvests in the lives of others,
but it requires a humbled spirit to see

the hand of God at work within His Kingdom.
Unresolved issues -anger, offense, and strife-
open empty doors to major disappointments
and insure the consequence of an unhappy life.

Being too tired and not resting enough ensures
that you’ll observe your daily lack of abundance;
enjoy quiet time for prayer and self-reflection,
to gain proper eyesight for your circumstance!

Author Notes

Inspired by:
Gal 5:13-26

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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Poem: Intimacy with God

CORPSE IS BEING SENT

AFRAID OF UNKNOWN

The lightning falls with the rain

BLACKENED CROZIER

BOAT CAPSIZES

FOOD WAS LEFT ON THE PLATE

KLEPTOMANIAC

AN ANODE WILL DISCHARGE

Poem: Turned Inwardly?

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