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Satish Verma, 7 june 2014

WITHOUT QUALMS

He resumed walking with the sun
propelled in river of fire of blunt red
and striking yellow to resonate with the pain of her,
who sleeps on the thighs of a temple tree.

The vibrations still follow the echo of forgiveness,
a shadow of palm rises on white wounds.
The snoring of blood letting winds break the
bones crisply, on the jealous shores.

Where was the need of sharp edges to slice
the heart? The words spilled on the table
like blood curdling bats. The candle light
turns black with a guilt.

Small gods are weeping inside the tear
scorched eyes. Somebody prays for the fallen
monuments of tongues and bullet killed bells
of tributes. Stars started hiding their faces.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 6 june 2014

Autumn Evening

(after Breyten Breytenbach)

When the sun sets I wait upon my sweetheart
after office hours
to drive into the yard
from the gym
with the eyes of her car
cutting with searchlights around the corner.

I do embrace and kiss her
when she gets out of the car
while the stars gleam high up in the sky
and I am infatuated by my beloved.

I bring a hand full of flowers
of which the fragrances hang glorious around us
to my love
while the big old yellow moon
scrutinize us from the heaven.

[Reference: “herfsaand” (Autumn Evening) by Breyten Breytenbach]

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Gert Strydom, 6 june 2014

To you my unborn child

To you my unborn child
I will learn the songs
and read the poems
that tells about the honour of this nation,
I will teach you a national anthem that is trampled,
songs of praise to the omnipotent God
and tell about a people over whom God holds His hand

and if later you want to emigrate
to another land
and live under another flag
and have an antipathy to being an Afrikaner
then you will by your Afrikaner ethos know
about people that had been true
to their country and to God
and there will be no renunciation in you.

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Satish Verma, 6 june 2014

DEVIL'S REALIZATION

O flamingo, your pink is fading.
Pick up the spirulina, it was caste-based.
It hits there, where it hurts more.

You were chasing, standing on one leg
salt was dwindling in the lake.
The stink unlike you is going to stay.

I am learning the hard way, the
blue island of ice is staying with a thread.
A sweet flesh comes from the mountain from other end.

Whose gold was melting now?
Sucking the milk tinged with blood?
Breasts are shrivelling in monoxide.

Satish Verma

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Joe Breunig, 5 june 2014

Poem: Overcoming Evil with Good (Spiritual Secret)

Ongoing failures of the Church to act,
will guarantee the sure success of evil;
for faith without works is… still dead
and visible today is spiritual upheaval.

The internal chasm between the members
of both sides -the presbytery and laity-
must be bridged with faithful cooperation,
girded with policies that last permanently.

Even today, God is quietly waiting on the Body,
while the unsaved are queued up for Hell.
Individual Faith is a person’s responsibility,
but the Great Commission impels us to tell…

others about God, His Love and Christ’s Salvation.
After 2000+ years, The World has not misunderstood.
A final solution is required and not yet in place-
each of us must desire to… overcome Evil with good!

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
James 2:14-26; Obad 1:11-15; Gal 6:7-9;
Matt 5:45, 28:16-20

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is
that good men continue to do nothing -Edmund Burke

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

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.

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Gert Strydom, 5 june 2014

What does it help?

What does it help to ask
every priest, pastor, elder and deacon
to pray to God,
when God hears the prayer
of anyone that comes to Him?

Or do people think
that God is blind and deaf
or do demand one or other gesture
or act
before He does hear?

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Gert Strydom, 5 june 2014

To see you again

(from Abelard to Heloise)

I can never forget
your words of love, my darling
and those words
do stay constantly with me

and sometimes I dream that you are in my arms,
that you lay spooned against me
but all that I now have got left of you
are your precious letters

and although I am lonely,
sometimes feel extradited
It’s your love
that carries me through the lonely nights
and there is nothing more that I ask from life

than to see you again.

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Satish Verma, 5 june 2014

NEW APARTHEID

A skylight begins the apartheid
in ironed out differences.
At the shores skulls have reappeared.

Blue flames were eating away the green carbon
of the dying giants. Fake photosynthesis
was canning the skimmed breeze in books

and encapsulated euthanasia was available
over the counters. Eyeshadows were hiding
the dying grace. Tempest would go for a classical dance

only. Counting of heads had begun. Price hike
of black arrows would decide the fate of a nation.
Hunger was writ large on cheekbones of

roaming rocks, shining the landscapes.
The chorus spreads like eau de cologne
over the solitude of my homeland.

Satish Verma

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Blueskipper, 4 june 2014

Heart Waltz

Like a star that shines so bright
Like a chant of a burning violin
Your smile catches my sight
Your voice creeps on my skin

A smile so lovely they melt my soul
A glare so deep they pierce my bones
A voice so sweet my heart it stole
A love so tender I cannot own

Dreams are truly beautiful lies
If only one could sleep eternally, but
Reality strikes if you open your eyes
A song will always end with one melody

A heart's summation is so complex
Diffrent forces can act upon it
But with you inside it never wrecks
It keeps pumping if you never quit it

Poetries like this are hard to tell
When everyday you see are pairs in love
If only one could cast a spell
To mend a cry of a mourning dove

Then love would never hurt so hard
It would lose it's sole meaning
Just like poker with a losing card
There's just little chance of winning

-C. Tagle

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Gert Strydom, 4 june 2014

The sun hangs red like a ball

The sun hangs red like a ball
and the high shooting tower skeleton
against the setting sun

and in the distance
there are the flames of Impala warplanes
where they take off
one after another into the night

and later there are a few puma helicopters
that land chattering
and the seven sisters and the southern cross
shine brightly above me

and I wonder
what God thinks about man and his wars
while a red beacon winks
on and off at the tower.

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WITHOUT QUALMS

Autumn Evening

To you my unborn child

DEVIL'S REALIZATION

Poem: Overcoming Evil with Good (Spiritual Secret)

What does it help?

To see you again

NEW APARTHEID

Heart Waltz

The sun hangs red like a ball

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