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Gert Strydom, 2 may 2014

All of my words and thoughts

All of my words and thoughts
that I have got to share with You
do today sound so meaningless
as if I cannot find the right words to speak
and all that I can ask
is that You have got to help me.

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Gert Strydom, 2 may 2014

Love is much more
than being together in bed,
much more than the solace
which two bodies, two souls find
in a accomplished intimate act
and I could have told you
how deep its intensity, its principles go
but when you are sleeping on my chest
the whole wide world is at rest
and maybe then love is at its best
while I am truly blessed.

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Joe Breunig, 1 may 2014

Poem: Empty Places

What is the full depth of my inner soul?
How far does it fall short of infinity,
given the known limits of my being human?
Can all of the crevices, cracks, fissures,
scissures and abyss of the empty places
in my soul be filled when I desire Your Presence
to consume every void of my existence?
While complaining, gossiping, and rage
can grieve Your Holy Spirit, I’m only posing
these questions… to expand my understanding.
I’m thankful that You will never run out
of forgiveness, patience, love and grace.
Walking blind in the carnality of the flesh
will keep me as a pathetic, miserable Christian.
As one of Your sons, I’ve embraced Your principles
while striving towards my spiritual maturity.
On many occasions, I’ve tasted small portions
of Your eternal Peace, Joy and Righteousness.
Continue to gently lead me by Your Holy Spirit,
so that the empty places… have no sway over me.

Author Notes
Loosely based on:
Eph 3:16-19, 4:30-31; 1 Thes 5:19; John 14:23;
Rom 8:8-14; Deu 10:13

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, 1 may 2014

If you take any love / lover that you may

(in answer to Dorothy Parker)

If you take any love / lover that you may,
with whom to kiss and play
some will be insincere
even if for a time they hold you dear,

but if a poet / poetess
do you at a time impress
then run and flee if you can
as these people are different from the rest,

they view things in life in another kind of light
and that’s the way that it is
while sometimes at night
you may find bliss and a kiss may be just a kiss

your love / lover may be impressed by his /her or its awesomeness
or have feelings about little things
as if a phenomenon they do possess
as if even the wind at a times sings.

[Reference: “From a letter from Lesbia” by Dorothy Parker.]

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Gert Strydom, 1 may 2014

My Lord, You do know my circumstances

My Lord, You do know my circumstances
and know about all of my problems
and I do not even have to name them to you.
Do You not want to walk on the road ahead
and find the best way for me
so that I can catch up with You
where You are waiting in the unknown future.

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Satish Verma, 1 may 2014

LIKE A CHINESE LANTERN

At the end of the thought
was sadness.
When temple lies broken
a little white lotus comes up
on the tranquil lake.

A cute word enters the lone voice,
stands down, collapses, retreats into silence.
A chaste tree becomes a sage
and tenderness of the ash turns into an elegy.

The moon-face has frost on the eyes.
Tears blaze the lips.
Unbounded grief holds the space between
sobs, a bodiless spark.

Moons ago when sleep was a fragrant
gift, the song never touched the earth.
That dream sways like a Chinese lantern
without enthusiasm.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 30 april 2014

I am not the person

I am not the person
that You have destined me to be
and eagerly I want to walk on the right way,
do and say the right things
but before I can find myself
I do fail You my God
and then I wonder where to start again?

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Gert Strydom, 30 april 2014

When the morning peeps shyly through the window

When the morning peeps shyly through the window
driving away the twilight with the first rays
then the hot fingers draw lines over your body
but still you are swept away to dreamland

and when you turn and move suddenly
then you lie right against me
and I see you open your eyes with new messages
where for moments we are joined.

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oluwatosin olabode, 29 april 2014

Concerned

I worry alot about you
As though a part of me could be hurt
If I haven't affirmed that you're fine.

I care alot about you
If it's all I have to do
I will be content in knowing you are ok .

You mean more than the world to me
And so with every breath I take
I really am Concerned about you.

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Gert Strydom, 29 april 2014

There are times that I do not notice You

There are times that I do not notice You
when a friend is robbed in his own house,
when another motorist tries to push me off the road,
when a toothache almost drives me off my head

but then the weavers and sparrows in the garden
chatter and twitter
and the doves sing their songs of praise
about everything that comes from Your hand

and the deep red colour of roses do astonish me,
and I notice an iris flowering unexpectedly in spring,
and a bush of daisies carries yellow and orange flowers
and it’s as if the daylilies dance in the wind

and with every beautiful sunrise
I experience Your presence
and know that the powers of darkness
are increasing their rebellion

but that You are still standing omnipotent at my side
and the impression of Your love is in everything around me.

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All of my words and thoughts

Love is

Poem: Empty Places

If you take any love / lover that you may

My Lord, You do know my circumstances

LIKE A CHINESE LANTERN

I am not the person

When the morning peeps shyly through the window

Concerned

There are times that I do not notice You

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