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Satish Verma, 5 february 2014

HISTORY

Focused on burgundy palms
as the age blinks,
you start distressing on a unipolar
pinnacle, biting the nails.
The road absorbs the horizon.

Perched on a controversial tree
the birds break into small events
to reach the grass roots. A transparent question
always chases you about the consequence
of a war with troubled priests.

Do we need nitrous oxide to offset the gloom
of hovering religion? One enchanted
crowd spills in copycats to bring about
a revolution in ranks who were busy
in translating the epics of past.

Satish Verma

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Bob Gotti, 5 february 2014

We Are Light

We are light placed upon a hill, placed wherever, per God’s Will,
Light in a dark world, so depraved, so that others can be saved,
Drawing all men, to Jesus Christ, so that they may have new life,
The life being what He spoke of, being born of God from above,

The light we have, is from God, for us to share wherever we trod,
His light used to direct everyone, to Christ, His Only Eternal Son,
The only One, Who gives the light, to all delivered from the night,
Saved by The Cross of Calvary, to be members of God’s Family.

Adopted into the Family of God, guided by Jesus’ staff and rod,
Led to places of Christ’s choice, being for God a light and voice,
To be God’s Light, within this world, as God’s Gospel is unfurled,
Leading lost souls from every nation, to the Lord’s only salvation.

For The Way, Truth and Life, is found in The Savior, Jesus Christ,
The light, that God has given us, is to direct men to Christ Jesus,
As we believers, joyfully proclaim, in the power of Christ’s Name,
The way of Christ unto salvation, to every soul from every nation.

We are God’s Light, per His Will, with an earthly purpose to fulfill,
Persuading men on the earth, to receive from Him a spiritual birth,
The message of Christ to all men, in Him they must be born again,
Born from above into God’s Family, to live with The Lord eternally.

(Copyright ©02/2014 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 5 february 2014

Religious

Religious friend is when you see, no change in one’s activity,
As their life still continues on, from the evening into the dawn.
While continuing through their day, living on that broader way,
Living their life, as in the night, with The Lord God not in sight.

Christ is not the spiritual head, as they lean on religion instead,
Religious icons and man’s ways, denying Christ His due praise,
Recognizing God to some extent, but not in ways Heaven sent,
As they are not Born Again, following ways prescribed by men.

Religion my friend has no part, when Christ truly has your heart,
As God’s Holy Spirit, dwells inside, in Christ’s ways, you abide,
Refraining from religious views, as you spread The Good News,
Truth right from God’s Throne, that you’re saved by Christ alone.

Christ separated from religion, displaying to men some derision,
Painting for all, a clear picture, for all who dare malign Scripture,
Those who follow their own desire, ignoring God throned higher,
Christ the Head of His Church, not bodies where many do perch.

Our Lord Himself, did condemn, the religious body built by men,
And Christ shall never change, which brings religion much shame,
Religious ritual is an abomination, to Him who provides salvation,
In and through The Savior, Christ, God’s Only Way to Eternal Life.

(Copyright ©06/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 5 february 2014

Belief In Christ Alone

When in Jesus Christ you believe, Eternal Life you will receive,
Your faith alone is all you need, if Christ’s words you will heed,
I am the Way, the Truth and Life, Truth spoken by Jesus Christ,
The same Truth that is true today, no matter what man may say.

No one will see God, but by Him, Christ who saved us from sin,
Only through The Son we’ll see, The Father and God of Eternity,
The Lord, Who died on Calvary, to provide life, for you and me,
Jesus Christ, God’s Only Son, holds Eternal Truth for everyone.

But, some continue adding to, The Truth spoken to me and you,
Jesus own words “It is finished,” by false teachers is diminished,
Teaching which adds to His Truth, leading only to God’s reproof,
As The Father will truly condemn, all the False Teachings of men.

Not heeding what Christ had said, they all remain spiritually dead,
Remaining dead in all their sin, ignoring The Truth spoken by Him,
Implying that we must do our part, from salvation they will depart,
To a belief where Satan lurks, around a salvation of man’s Works.

Men adding to The Truth of God, will only see God’s judging rod,
And for subtracting from Revelation, they shall not see Salvation;
Remember Christ’s Gospel Truth, and receive life not His reproof,
Through faith alone, in Jesus Christ, you shall receive Eternal Life.

(Copyright ©06/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 5 february 2014

His Healing Process

The Lord is doing a mighty work, as His Spirit does more than lurk,
As the doctors, for me strive, with their medicine, to keep me alive,
As the work of God may overwhelm, the doctor who is at the helm,
While doctors deal with my infirmity, that our human eyes can’t see.

However, The Lord knows and sees, each of my body’s infirmities,
As the doctors deal with the known, from the tests they are shown,
While the staff with this is dealing, God above is doing the healing,
Moving me ever closer to the end, of my present battle dear friend.

The doctor indeed seems impressed, as my condition is assessed,
As my condition betters each week, to bright, from what was bleak,
For I am closer to being healed, far from what was initially revealed,
Being told that in two years ahead, I would be much closer to dead.

But, new health God has granted me, just how much I’ve yet to see,
Now my health is being restored, through the doctors, by The Lord,
Slowly, but surely I can say, God is giving me more hope each day,
Hope as I see my Lord and God, leading the way with staff and rod.

In His mercy, He has shown His face, guiding me daily in His Grace,
As my Lord leads me in this trial, He’s by my side, there’s no denial,
He’s in the process of healing me, so that many other souls will see,
My Lord’s Grace, with His Power, as I progress, every day and hour.

(Copyright ©06/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 5 february 2014

The Furnace To The Flood

From the fiery furnace of life, we’re delivered by Jesus Christ.
When those fiery flames appear, our Lord God is always near,
There to lift us above that flame, all in the Power of His Name,
Protecting all of us from each fire, is our Lord’s heart’s desire.

As The Lord so desires to purify, in life’s fires, both you and I,
From a life of unrighteousness, fires allow iniquities to surface,
As we’re cleansed of old dross, In Christ’s power of The Cross,
To live for God and Jesus Christ, in our life as a living sacrifice.

When overwhelmed by a flood, we’re reminded of God’s Blood,
The Lord’s power at Calvary, continues in the life of you and me,
From the flood’s billowing waves, God reaches down and saves,
Saving us from the floods of life, is The Shepherd, Jesus Christ.

It is The Lord’s sustaining power, through any flood, any shower,
When the rains of life begin to pour, our Lord helps us to endure,
Holding us above the water’s flow, Christ desires to help us grow,
Through His Spirit dwelling inside, He’s with us in the highest tide.

Fires and floods, when they come, wherever in life, they are from,
Are used by God in this life, to conform believers to Jesus Christ,
Within the fire and the flood, we are molded by our Lord and God,
Being refined in the Image of Christ, to display The Lord in our life.

(Copyright ©06/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Poetess Malini Kadir, 4 february 2014

FRIEND

Friend is like a ship
You drift through this ocean
Called life,bolder in grip.......

Friend is like a heartbeat,
When your heart has been
Almost stolen by your defeat!

Friend is like a kerchief
You slip into your pocket
To wipe away tears in grief......

Friend is a source of muse
When poetry fills your mind
Hoping your book will make news.........

Friend is like a shared cup;
Of coffee together;
After the cold of life's winter sup.

Friend is like a lost cellphone
You miss having him with you
Funfilled times;with pride shown!

Friend is in reliance;
When you respect him this much
Hope in continued alliance!

Friend is like a caller tune,
He is your identification,in your circle
In growth and in ruin!!

Friend is like a missed call
When you fail to reach him in urgency
Holds your thoughts tall...........

Friend is like a dark horse
When he hides something from you
Still he remains, a smile source!

Friend he remains till the end
No matter where your paths lead
For once your heart understood, the other too read.........

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Gert Strydom, 4 february 2014

Hetero sex

(in answer to T.T. Cloete)

As long as we are together
we can adore
as companion, partner and comrade
as friend and friend
and trust each other selfless as husband and wife
own enrichment
and when you do lie in my arms we become one
when love brings a magic power to lust.

[Reference: “uniseks” (Unisex) by T.T. Cloete.]

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Satish Verma, 4 february 2014

AGELESS

Too beholden to water of life.
It hurts deliberately when you were thirsty.

You break the bread in reflective mood.
Who will climb the cross today?

The sheen was wearing off the smug faces
Civil war was starting again.

The declinist god was weeping soundlessly.
Someone shot the flamingoes in flight.

Militias have started the bloodletting.
Painfully I was collecting the sounds.

A new world begins on broken plasma.
Electrons have shifted their orbits.

A dog sniffs a freshly dug mound of earth.
Instead of a body a wreath was found.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 3 february 2014

When at the beginning of time

When at the beginning of time
He determined the dimensions of the world,
my Lord God did already know
that I would fail Him much later as a sinner,
that it would cost His own life
to redeem me
and such great love I cannot forget
as His handiwork is written on each rock, hillock and bush
measured out right over the entire world
and impatiently I wait on Him to come and fetch me.

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HISTORY

We Are Light

Religious

Belief In Christ Alone

His Healing Process

The Furnace To The Flood

FRIEND

Hetero sex

AGELESS

When at the beginning of time

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