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Gert Strydom, 4 december 2014
If only you want to be mine
Will I remember you voice,
when silence has come to all your words?
Will I recall your face,
your lovely inquisitive gaze
when age has set its mark
and the look in your eyes is dark
and meaningless?
Will I yearn for the warmth of you next to me
when you can barely walk
and your body is bent crooked
by the passing of time
or will pain and utter silence destroy
that part of our love
which still does remain?
Will I remember your quick wit
when there is no more of it
and meaning has turned to senselessness?
Will you know me still
when at the doorway of death you are ill
and beat me futilely with both fists
and then wrap your arms around my neck
when in rage no answers come to you?
Or will you walk out of my life
and forget that you are my wife
and live on in emptiness
in a world without heartache and strive
while I do love you still,
do comprehend whenever you are ill
and even if others think that we are lost
I am willing to go beyond the bounds of mere will
if only you want to be mine.
Joe Breunig, 4 december 2014
Poem: Having a Swell Time?
A double-minded person is unstable in his ways,
caught between opposing opinions of indecision;
he is easily tossed about on the oceanic swells,
forgetting that Christ provides the provision
of calming the violent seas of personal storms.
For He alone possesses the sacred, eternal wisdom
that enables us to divinely live lives of victory,
as we “stand in the gap” on behalf of His Kingdom.
We can’t expect to survive- this cold world alone;
each day we’re dependent on God’s fair supervision;
He will make sure that our boat is afloat, protecting
us from all danger, twists, incidents and collisions.
He’ll purpose to keep us covered with perfect peace;
we’ll remain in one accord with no personal rescission.
All nonsensical misery and strife will promptly cease;
He’ll keep providing us guidance, love and provision.
Author Notes
Inspired by:
Jam 1:6-8; Luke 12:24; Psa 84:11
This a collaboration with Pat H. (from GS Poetry).
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 4 december 2014
DAY DREAMING
I was tired of reshuffling the stars
in silent night.
Will you come and stay with me
for a while? I will give you
my light years to reach the hurting valley.
Sit down beside me
and rest your head on my drooping shoulders.
Together we will cross the dark river
of doubts conversing with fireflies.
You are carrying my unborn children
in your deep thoughts.
Flesh, blood and bones
pain between the ribs
and arrhythmic throbs.
Small pebbles on the beach
we are dreaming an ocean in our eyes.
Waves are high and wind is strong.
We are ready to drink the blue sky.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 4 december 2014
Dear Lord, at times pain does fill my mind (Rubliw)
Dear Lord,
at times pain does
fill my mind and my heart
when my relationships falter
and yet You are the very source of love
and now I do ask forgiveness
for those I have wronged
and for those I
did hurt.
Gert Strydom, 4 december 2014
Dear God (Rubliw)
Dear God,
this may seem odd:
I need You to assist
and I do know that You do exist,
at times walk up ahead to straighten things,
do take care of my belongings
but You are in the shadows
when I get blows
from fate.
Gert Strydom, 4 december 2014
Dear Lord, when I do pray (Rubliw)
Dear Lord,
when I do pray
maybe you do record.
I do not know the words to say
but do notice Your help in everything
and although life at times do sting
and times come as they may
I read Your word
and trust.
Gert Strydom, 3 december 2014
When we do meet again (Rubliw)
When we
do meet again
in a week or a month
it will seem as if forever
has set its mark and each kiss does remain
when we again are together
but the being apart
did tear the heart
in two.
Gert Strydom, 3 december 2014
Again some tears will fall (Rubliw)
Again
some tears will fall
like great fountains of rain
and words and deeds even though small
will have an impact on the inner heart
and where we do both live apart
we will know the great pain
separation
does bring.
Satish Verma, 3 december 2014
DOLPHINS
Sometimes I will meet myself
in an unlikely spot
to tie the loose ends of fugitive life.
Run, run I used to tell
my blisters,
you are caught in a bushfire.
I will say, take hold of the moon
and start wiping the stains.
The antelopes, the trees, the rocks
will keep your footmarks alive.
What a crazy idea, I will think
to pretend to be happy.
Gods are sleeping,
vault is broken
and priest has become a thief.
A jab in my back, I am bleeding.
Why not a meaningless word,
a painless wound
would play like dolphins
in my tranquil sea?
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 2 december 2014
When the last tears are spent
When the last tears are spent
and the missing grows too much
and all of the well and loving wishes are sent
and every grief and grouch
has faded to oblivion
then still you will be in my thoughts
while I do pray for a Zion
with you in it and that which I do sought
and for everlasting love and trust
and for a life that is worth living
and in heaven a place for the just
and an everlasting spring
but now we are broken
and our sorrow and pain remain unspoken.
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