poetry

oluwatosin olabode, 21 march 2014

Forever with Jesus

I'll worship You
Forever and ever,
Might not be to Your standard
But it would be to the best I can.

I really do love You
Though it's in a crapy way
And most times I feel unworthy of You.
I'll try to remain In Your image
Loving You nothing less than I can.

Always!
I'm always grateful
For being You
And making me, me...

Just to let You know
You can have Your way with me
Even when seemingly I cannot handle me
Cuz
I've searched and found you to be true.

Forever
And eternally Lord,
In spirit and in truth
I pray to abide in You
Even as I dwell in Your presence daily

Gert Strydom, 21 march 2014

Love cannot be hidden (Novelinee)

(after Charles Dickens)
 
Love cannot be hidden, or set aside
its impact is present on every day,
it’s there like the sky that is blue and wide
and it is radiant like a sunny ray.
Even if kept in total secrecy
life is not the same as it was before,
love changes things from what they used to be
as it goes to the very centre core,
from where its impact is seen more and more.
 
[Reference: “Song” “Love is not a feeling to pass away” by Charles Dickens.]

madster roberts, 20 march 2014

Tears Of The Dead

madster roberts, 20 march 2014

Sweet Love

In the heat of romance
toes curled up in excitement
bodies flushed together
as love sweet and tender
embraced so close to each other
the room temp raises
as they peak each others limits
sweaty from the magic
of each others body they laugh as
the love making continues
held so tightly with the
fear of let go

mvvenkataraman, 20 march 2014

Let your Write Delight

Writing is indeed a great art
To write, must help our heart
Sufficient is not mere brain
For good ideas, one must train

Very easy to fill all the pages
That skill, anyone manages
One's ideas must be of real use
For this, one must finely muse

Pen is there, paper is there
Poets are there to share
If our contribution is bad
Joy is not by God had

We must uplift this World
Make humans highly bold
We must force all to think
We mustn't aimlessly ink

When our name is read
Must be glad every head
Into our write, all must peep
Our words, they must keep

Many may call one a bore
If one timid man can score
After reading one's write
That alone is true delight

Thousand poets will overlook
My poem calling me a crook
If one reader gets courage
That is the best advantage

I may die unknown to all
If remembers me my pal
Recollecting our friendship
That is eqaul to worship

We must do a good deed
By helping those who need
If that becomes our goal
Then God loves our soul

Happy life, if we love to lead
Use kindness is what I plead
Kindness alone is holiness
It only can give happiness.

mvvenkataraman

Joe Breunig, 20 march 2014

Poem/Song: Seeing Clearly?

Am I living from a place of
blind fear or abundant love?
What messages are coming through-
from the endless Kingdom above?

Daily I endeavor to live,
the life I have imagined;
will my dreams be realized?
Will my future be fashioned?

Is my faith more than
an illusional contrivance?
What am I doing wrong,
since I’m wanting guidance?

The infinity of my soul
continues to slowly unfold;
will the value of my being,
be weighed as purified gold?

Bridge
Am I afraid of failure or
the possibilities of success?
Can I overcome the fear
of not passing Life’s test?

Tapestries of my life are
based on choices I’ve made;
yet successes only occurred-
after taking time to pray.

Chorus
I desire quantum moments
that give meaning to me;
what else can I really do,
so I may now… clearly see?
 
 
 
Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
On a Dr. Wayne Dyer program called: ‘I Can See Clearly Now’.

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

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

Greg, 20 march 2014

It is What it Is Child

The solar eclipse is coming, young one
Write your story in a dirty little book
Tuck it away before the eye sees you
From the crescent halo of a forgotten night
Glimpse yourself to make yourself
And turn you into yourself
A bought off commodity for you to look at
That fractures in a cold night: candle light dance
Wax dripping, easing slowly to the table top
Cream fixated melancholy oozing across the floor
And the eyes that see you bring it into form
So you may be burned some more

Lonesome prodegy, all holy father
Command the graces of tormented souls

Gert Strydom, 20 march 2014

When to me you did come

When to me you did come
of all my wishes this was the sum
and I wished for something more than just care,
wanted us both in love’s magic to partake
and your dear presence there was only for my sake
but in your presence I felt speechless and dumb
when to me you did come.
 
You did love me
with a woman’s sweet loyalty
but at the time I loved you more
and between us was a brilliant flame
a kind of feeling that love had much more in store
but at the time I did not know your name
and how unlikely it seemed to be
that you did love me.

Greg, 19 march 2014

Run!

A grasp!
Into the poetic blackness
That stirs children’s souls
And heads in the mixing pot
They’re melting!
And being turned to dust
Attacked by languor and pig-like repugnance
 
I am the pug that asserts itself
The dying butterfly that twists
To be placed in sorrow and to run from fear
Weeping in the corners
Of a dark and lonely day
I feel the keys upon my fingers
And consciously this is the only truth I know
And that I am watching
 
Oh great watcher you torment me
And thereby yourself
Turn the lush green grass
To fried okra sticks
And the birds that swing in the skies
To basil chicken wings
Together we will break
The will to live
Beyond life itself
Into the abyss we go
With faith
With love
 
A green boil grows beneath me
Suffering erupts from the transcendental flow
Obscene and obscure
If you look I will kill you
Because by look you form me
You teleological fuck!!!
You turn me to your standing reserve
You turn me to your whore
Don’t look
I am not your spectacle!
Death will come to the watcher
Death will come to me
And as death arrives on the doorsteps of the gaze
Interruption causes a constipated pattern
To emerge on the wake of heaven’s gate
 
Observe and you have made me obscene
Gaze and you have castrated the cow
Oblique upon the garden wall
A star gazes from heaven’s sun
To dance upon the window pain
That rains like fire from burning hell
To one day hold on to the open gate
And relinquish the files that propagate
Another lie and a fall from grace
Oh god come save my soul
I have no hope because I’m watching
I see myself and it brings me death
And thereby it brings me life
Or perhaps the other way around

Zofia Wingmaker, 19 march 2014

This Town

This town,
it's killing me.
It's freezing me
taking me down with it
taking my heart to hell
killing my brain cells
breaking my soul so
I can no longer leave
but I promised you
and I have to
and now my heart is warmer
my brain cells reproducing
my soul rebuilding
and I can fight
this town.