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Gert Strydom, 31 january 2014
I see God in the morning
I see God in the morning
when the eastern horizon glows blood red
and I see the sun changing its colour
where it’s climbing higher against the sky
when the night and the twilight
suddenly disappears silently
and the birds are singing their joyous praising songs
while the sun shines bright white in the pure blue sky
and there is something enchanting to the blue
as if it holds a deeper kind of meaning
when God holds the occurrences of the coming day
firmly in His omnipotent hand.
Satish Verma, 31 january 2014
ENUNCIATION
Entering into hypersonic gridlock
you become one of the crowd;
remain devastated, slip into unconciousness,
defer to a calibrated emblem and speak
untainted. The debris was taking to the
street. The trees were drinking from
geyser basins, mutated restraint. The crow
was taking a bath in milk, to show that
it has no venom. Or rather no controversy
for a tedium death. That is the stripping of
ambition, till the light arrives. Darkness
will reap the grains of sorrow. The fire
digs out the secret bones. You cannot stop
the whipping of skulls which were without thoughts,
when silence was bidding for lips.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 30 january 2014
Sometimes during the hours of darkness
Sometimes when during the hours of darkness
I miss you severely
the day lingers like the summer sun
in the glow of a sweet memory.
Gert Strydom, 30 january 2014
I will go to my wife
I will go to my wife and wrap my arms around her;
I will go and forget about all the things that hurt,
I will go as if I know about the depth of her love,
as if she will understand all of the sadness of my brokenness
and when I stand crying next to her
I will tell her about the things that are eating up my heart,
I will tell her that I do understand every raw cry
and totally stripped from conceit
I will tell her how much I do love her
and if she trembles like a small child
I will kiss her tenderly on her cheek,
remind her about days full of sunshine,
like a child convince her that life does have good things,
even if tears are still hanging heavy from her green-brown eyes.
Satish Verma, 30 january 2014
DROOPING
For a desolatory trident
I was feeding my anger.
I could not do it, sell
myself for punitive lenses of my calculus.
A nymphalid arsenal.
The war was still going on
to strike in deep poctets, demolishing
nascent hope. Future will
ponder at the mascots. The grief
of rags and riches will continue
listening to eternal conflicts.
The wounds will develop whiskers.
Not for the opulent pain in the body:
we were crying for the glory of the man
which was disappearing fast,
under the whirling snow of broken stars.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 29 january 2014
Poem: Power of Contentment
The power of contentment is a strong force,
composed of the sense of inward sufficiency;
for we’ve been promised the strength to succeed
when we open spiritual eyes and dare to see…
His divine plan of grace and abundance for us.
Christ, the Alpha and Omega, beginning and end,
demonstrated His Love with actions at Calvary,
giving us the privilege to be called His friend.
We should not be worried about personal needs,
for we’ve been equipped to address all of them;
study The Word, apply His principles to your life
and you’ll enjoy Life, without feeling condemned.
For contentment has nothing to do with your wants;
it’s being satisfied on the way to where you’re going.
Boldly ask God for wisdom; trust Him and His timing;
continue to be blessed by the seeds you are sowing.
Don’t be affected by Life-stealing, negative emotions;
find your identity of being one of His girls and boys;
real contentment is the underlying power to be happy-
learn to lean on Biblical promises and the Lord’s joy!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Rom 11:36; 1 Tim 6:6; Eph 3:20; Jam 4:2; Phil 4:11-13;
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.
Gert Strydom, 29 january 2014
Glowing I lie against your body
(in answer to T.T. Cloete)
When lips, tongues and mouths feast on each other,
when arms surround each other in an embrace,
when blood bubbles and we do have just one thought
and when we both with a insatiable hunger
experience something much greater than just lust,
when to become a part of each other,
becomes overwhelming with a own power,
when nipples on breasts do harden, when breasts pulse,
when long legs open wide,
when we do melt together, sigh and whimper
then we do bind in something much greater than just sex.
[Reference: “uiteindelik nag” (Finally night) by T.T. Cloete.]
Gert Strydom, 29 january 2014
At night when the stars flower in bunches
At night when the stars flower in bunches
in blue-white, red and green colours
then on the air the fragrances of gardenia
and jasmine floats and comes in through the window
while the evening flower spreads her cups and does astound
and the wind rustles mischievous against windows and doors,
while the lizards hide against the chill in their crevices
and the corrugated roof groans from old age,
while the wind carries the laughter of people around tin can fires
where they are jolly early in the morning at the old mine compound
and I wonder if you are also missing me so intensely
where fences and walls do protect us
and in the distance an old gong resounds
when you are very deep in my thoughts.
Satish Verma, 29 january 2014
THE BRIGHTENED FIRE
Tonight sleep was not coming to me.
Tears had washed the splinters out of the bruised eyes.
It was becoming extremely hard to pulversize
the legacy, the tendrils of violence.
Wrapped in white shrouds the bodies were laid out
on the grass. The pearly sunlight was ready
to give anything for a name.
The pitted legs, the shattered bones,
black moles of the final darkness. Descending
on the battle ground, parched throats
licking up the dew from the mute bodies of ancestors.
I would eat death, shapeless, as blunt
questions, as medallions. Millions of years will be ready
to make out the fossils of time machines.
Are not the pinnacles of snow shining on the
mountains of silent hate? You keep the windows
open, so that the blasts does not shatter the glass.
When this calamity will end? The new born
babies are thrown out on heaps of garbage, bloody
rags of unhinged bloughs. A hunch-backed
god was tottering on the broken planks.
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 29 january 2014
Facing Temptation
When in life we face temptation, we can rest in God’s Revelation,
When in our life we face a test, in The Word of God, we can rest,
God’s Word is trustworthy no denial, this, as we fall into any trial,
Through any test or trial friend, God’s Word is faithful to the end.
All trials produce patience in us, as we rely upon our Lord Jesus,
Patience that moves us to maturity, as we move towards eternity,
Producing in us God’s Wisdom, as we follow God’s Eternal Son,
So as we persevere in Jesus Christ, we’ll receive a Crown of Life.
The Lord Himself was tempted friend, but, Satan fled in the end,
As Christ used The Word of God, to diminish his deceptive nod,
Using the power of Revelation, Christ sullied Satan’s Temptation,
Through the Truth Christ had said, he dejected Satan and he fled.
But, it might not be Satan friend, but, our own desires in the end,
Causing for us, trials and strife, and further temptation in this life,
Either way, our resource is God, for that escape on which to trod,
For when we stumble in the night, God’s the way back to the light.
We must be led by God’s Spirit, living out His Word as we hear it,
Praying through every situation, as we’re led by God’s Revelation,
Drawn away by Satan or our self, Scripture is our Spiritual Wealth,
In any temptation, you shall see, resist the devil, and he shall flee.
(Copyright ©01/2014 Bob Gotti)
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