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Gert Strydom, 8 may 2014
Even when I do not comprehend
Sometimes I am bothered
that there are pain, heartache and disappointment in life,
that my best plans at times do dwindle away
and I search for deeper meaning
while its difficult to see any kind of light
and its as my time is measured off
in days of which I do not deserve the outcome
and it’s as if a dark power restrains everything
but then I do realize that You do still remain in control
and whatever may come
I have to struggle on in life on Your side
and then events and things keep astounding me
where You do walk on the road ahead
bringing deliverance even when I do not comprehend.
Gert Strydom, 8 may 2014
Outside the rain sieves down all of this winter
Outside the rain sieves down all of this winter
and while you are slumbering the wild wind jerk,
doves flutter up suddenly on the garden bench
but you are snug and safe like a child.
Where the bougainvillea reach out against the window,
a small birds tries to find its nest
and stretched out your arm is supple and slender.
Satish Verma, 8 may 2014
IMPERFECT PRESENT
Priests of cave temple
go to sleep. Street urchins
drink the thinner, eat nail polish,
crushed lizard for a kick and then
go without food for three days.
The valley burns. Of what consequence?
Sting of truth overreaches. Another committed
icon walks through the bodies
sleeping on slimed stones,
somehow.
Do you hear the wails? The sirens?
Whole life spent on margins of future,
drinking your own salt. A shadow
wants to know, what was the hour
of destiny?
Windows tremble. The owl’s hoot hangs
in the air. Fearful dawn fails to
disclose the identity of death’s kiss.
Green anemone engulfs the king crab.
A cloud brings a message.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 7 may 2014
DAY OF JUDGEMENT
In last journey he wanted to have
a free run without rumors
of reconciliation.
From years back he watched –
friends, disappeared one by one. He
became his own enemy. The ravines
were waiting for the sacrificial throw
of a bound martyr.
Between being and action
he was ready for the kiss of death –
from a ferocious opponent,
whose chest spread like a hood of cobra –
ready to strike. His ghost will walk now
on the clouds, days in, days out,
to read the black lips of blissful time.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 6 may 2014
So many times that I talk with You
So many times that I talk with You
there is a peace that comes into my heart,
its as if my worries suddenly do disappear
as if I am looking at the world with new eyes
and then I see every small flower
while my own fears are left to Your omnipotence.
Gert Strydom, 6 may 2014
Now that I know the smell of your skin
Now that I know the smell of your skin,
and the soft touch of your body is known to me,
and the unmistakeable glance
with which you do look at me
it does look
as if you do love me more intensely
and suddenly it wipes out
all of the empty years in between.
Satish Verma, 6 may 2014
LABYRINTHS
From the ramparts of a castle
a wallflower jumps.
A lynch mob discovers a prehistoric sex.
Silent roots crossing the deniability
endorse a fluid dynamics
of a scandal.
The fascination of a fairy tale makes
a lover seek the revenge.
He hates, he strikes, but fails to impress
the horizon beyond the galaxies.
Black laughters of fake seers
make an entry to plunder the stars.
A tremor in the voice betrays
the ambushed faith.
Now where to go, find the peace of death?
Time’s white hands are snarled in pain;
cannot write the elegant script
of surrender.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 5 may 2014
Sometimes its if my best friends
Sometimes its if my best friends
and even my wife
are set on another place
and do not hear a word I say
but constantly I do know
that You are interested
in everything that does bother me
and in the things that bring meaning
and does excite me.
Gert Strydom, 5 may 2014
So lovely on that morn (Balassi stanza)
So lovely on that morn
when our kisses were born,
beauty had joy forever
and somehow we did change,
but it did not feel strange,
I wish it to be never
much different from this
a fragile kind of kiss,
the flower wilts however.
Stephen J. Vattimo, 3 may 2014
Stand Strong
Stand strong
In the dark don't allow your knees to grow weak
Stand strong
Be fore your adversary your strength will peak
If you seek the Spirit of the Humble and the meek
People with cold stone heart seek to devour people
Using weapons they have fashioned from their mean streak
while they stumble around weak and lost in the dark
People with warm hearts of clay
will find there way through the dark following the light of faith
Using the shield of peace and the sword of Truth to ward of the attack of the adversary
Stand strong
Don't fret when some days you are met with the elements of weariness and dreariness
The Holy Spirit heals a weather beaten soul that is open to Him
Stand strong
Don't allow adversity to erode your God given hopes and dreams
Through faith in Christ all will overcome our adversary in this world
Stand strong
In the dark don't allow your knees to grow weak
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
April 12, 2014
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22 november 2025
Jaga
Nie wiem czy odmrożenie wystarczy :))
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I tam jeszcze inni oni mieszają.
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Może wdepną w coś miękkiego.
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violetta
Warto rozpalać;)
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Aczkolwiek obojętne, ale lubię ten nastrój:)
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Przedsmak białych świąt.
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Całkiem niezła ta podpałka.
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na głodzie, to nawet jak się tli, to się pali...
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Świetny wiersz, pełen sugestywnych, otwierających
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Tli.
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z nazwy wynika, że to karma aniołów...:))
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