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Satish Verma, 29 april 2014
ETERNAL WAIT
Fear of becoming sane
inherits the hate of earth.
I wake up in the rains of time.
Fire of soulextracts the thought shapes
like stark naked truth
in the desert of pain –
unbirthing the child of wisdom.
I hardly think, in my failures.
The house will go up in blaze
by the earthen lamp of fading glory.
There was no light, a quick death
of lips and speech. The human touch-
prints had avenged for words.
Inspiration will wait.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 28 april 2014
Lord, here where I stand on my knees
Lord, here where I stand on my knees
I want to stretch out my hand
that Your omnipotent hand can take mine
and help me find the kind of faith
to believe like a mere child
without any certainty
and keep trusting that You
do only want the best for me.
Satish Verma, 28 april 2014
CARE
The noise of a crescent
climbs wordlessly.
In the night of dew and wind, for
its native starless beams-
holding the thread of a thought, walking
through wall of disbelief. Before and after
the murder of a spark; the heart misses
a beat. Cold sweat rustling on forehead;
you bend to pick up a coin,
a fake one. Possibility of becoming rich fades soon.
You want to say nothing. Troy, Michigan, USA
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 27 april 2014
WOODROSE
The whole truth was porus,
a hard punch on my face. We stood
on the edge of lies. Body
twisted at several places, mutually
hating, yet telling sweet nothings,
bored umpteen times like eroded hisses.
The shrieks belie the red wall of flames,
reddened lids. Cannot enhance the
blackness of night for stars to shine.
They butchered a symphony. A nude
cries. The tongue slips. Bonanza for bats.
And I resume the hunt in starlit jungle of birds.
Blue lips surround a pink hole.
Teeth were not visible, but bite was sharp.
How do you love a distanced friend?
The beauty of Raflesia?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 26 april 2014
BEAUTIFUL
A cinder,
neither coal nor ash,
my life,
clogs the roots of swaying carnations.
Fear, like a cheetah, runs faster than discretion.
Helplessly you tear off the last page
of the book
without reading the end.
One petaled coral, green,
hides the white death,
drowning the hope.
The river has changed the course,
without meaning, purpose,
meandering, engulfing the cardinal designs.
A homeless god wanders,
in my garden, to sit for a while
in the ruins of burnt umbers,
till the shrine is completed.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 25 april 2014
Even when darkness is around me
My whole world is sometimes in a jumble
and when things want to fall apart
I do not really comprehend
how everything fits together
but then I do remember the small things
that You are doing daily for me
and that You constantly keep bringing answers,
even when darkness is around me.
Satish Verma, 25 april 2014
YOUR WAKING HEAD
Your impressionist,
rift, comes through
uncontrolled hands of fear. The snake
was shedding the skin.
Not walking,
flying like a rage
discharging the burns
in the river of blood.
I shudder,
in the cleft of a grain.
Hymns were howering over the book.
One by one
the leaves fall, to unravel the secrets of
unvoiced grief of earth.
A thin faith crumbles
unfinding the lost shroud
of a messiah.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 24 april 2014
Poem: Alive to Righteousness?
Are you bearing good fruit?
Are you hungry for victory
and for more of His Presence?
Are you alive to righteousness
and Christ’s divine essence?
Faith without loving works
is still considered dead;
are you part of a local body?
What are you doing today?
What is it, that you embody?
From the greatest exchange,
our raggedness for His glory,
taken was our sinful shame-
Hallelujah to The Lord!
Hail to His Holiest Name!
Made right through Christ,
by the power of His Blood,
despite our human flaws,
we won’t be crucified…
under the punishment of Law.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
2 Cor 5:11-21; Jam 2:14-26; Rom 3:23-26; John 3:16-17
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Steven Ingle, 24 april 2014
Laughter Shared
Tears and laughter shared,
broken hearts paired
then like the flight of a wounded dove
I fled from love
Gert Strydom, 24 april 2014
My Lord
My Lord, some people say that You do not exist,
that You and Your crucifixion and resurrection
is but a fable
Others see You as an inaccessible, cruel God
who sits unapproachable
as a age-old man on a throne
and then there are those that say
that you are female
and others that do believe
that every thing in nature
do possess a part of Your godliness
and they believe that at a time
a person becomes part of You and looses the own identity
and others do believe that you have extradited
an imperfect world to its own nemesis
and that You turn Your back constantly on everyone and everything
but I do know You, for who You really are,
do experience Your presence constantly
and in Your word there is another image
of love that is selfless that I do find
and I see someone that goes to broken persons
bringing healing, love and peace.
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Jaga
Nie wiem czy odmrożenie wystarczy :))
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I tam jeszcze inni oni mieszają.
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Warto rozpalać;)
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