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Satish Verma, 6 january 2014

CONSENSUAL

You left behind touchstones
when I was inventing another zero.
Black and white, sobering transparency
was reclaiming the mandate of dust.

Barefoot lambs were clamouring for ethics
in forbidden land. The sun shrinks the
clouds to distribute equally, the landscape in
a vibrant consolidation. The small mouths

start resembling you. Something
unimaginable was happening in a diaspora
of maniacs. Interactive and dauntless,

I put my neck on guillotine, unfevered,
for the beheading of truth, in times
of false hopes and unturned stones.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 5 january 2014

NOT ANYBODY

Sun was setting over the cacti and critiques.
A cryptogram said, dignity first without
any damage to faithful aloneness. Protection
was not sacrifice, you have to plummet from a cliff.

A plaque has no mortality. The pressing of
lips places pain ahead of hope. The smiles
have a coercive expedience. I become voiceless
in a delirium of hooves.Sex green death opens

a door. Fear of feathers surprises, would
not measure the sky. Bound by winds the giant
trees search for the soil. Any grass can send

the butterflies. The bald piston throws the
blood on the spikes. Spiders are unwinding
by kisses. Beds are empty.

Satish Verma

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 4 january 2014

WHY?

Days pass by
and I sometimes
wonder...
Why do we do
certain things?
Helping an old man
to cross the street
and helping a child
who has lost his way.
Perhaps, for the
love of mankind
and sympathy
towards one another,
that we go forward
to extend
a helping hand
even to a stranger.

[Published in 'Induswomanwriting.com' in January 2014 issue]

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Satish Verma, 4 january 2014

DUST GRAFTED

Fractious smokescreen
between celestial reflection
and contempt

floats on a shaken rug.
You cannot stand still
incognito.

The indictment stinks
for the impoverished vicitims
who make history through to the bones.

Grappling after theft,
interstitial existence falls like glass pieces
nowhere, black and bleeding.

A robust chorus rises against resistance
of strips. The ocean rides on snails.
Hills threaten to go partisan ways.

The division had started the perennial conflict.
A pebble is thrown in the pond.
A racist moon becomes a living doll.

Satish Verma

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 3 january 2014

FOOTPRINTS

He left his footprints,
For us to trail,
His legacy unparalleled,
‘Mahapurush’ we hail.

Born at Bordowa,
Nurtured by his grandmother,
A child prodigy,
His pilgrimage thereafter.

Founded a new cult,
'Ek Saran Naam Dharma',
Preached doctrines of 'Vaishnavism',
Set up 'Namghar' and 'Satra'.

Composed devotional songs 'Borgeet',
Wrote 'Bhakti Ratnakar', 'Kirtan Ghosha',
Created one act plays 'Ankiya-Naat',
Innovated the dance form 'Satriya'.

An inspiration for all,
A great humanitarian he was,
Enriched Assamese culture and literature,
Lived for hundred and eighteen years.

He is Srimanta Sankardev,
An outstanding personality ever,
A versatile genius of creativity,
The saint, scholar, and reformer.

[Published in ‘iBuzzle’ on 3 January 2014]

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Joe Breunig, 3 january 2014

Poem: With Assurance, Confidence and Boldness

It’s true; I can never be separated,
from the eternal Love of my Lord.
No possible form of earthly trouble,
can take away Salvation’s reward.

The times of tribulations will pass,
be it suffering, calamity or distress.
Christ’s seed of righteousness in me,
brings forth the joy of sacred rest.

With my faith, I will persevere,
moving through today’s affliction.
Since I belong to Him, victory is…
already promised, under His horizon.

When the date of my final judgment comes,
I will stand before Him and be embraced,
with assurance, confidence and boldness,
seeing myself… in the brightness of His face.

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Rom 8:35-37; 1 John 4:4, 17; Eph 1:17-20, 2:6

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.amazon.com/Reaching-Towards-His-Unbounded-Glory/dp/1419650513/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1388058560&sr=1-1&keywords=reaching+towards+his+unbounded+glory

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.

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Satish Verma, 3 january 2014

BEYOND THE CLIQUE

Dignity of knife in hope or fright
cuts the outer edge of desire.Huddled
anxiety oversees the fringe bites

of comforts. The child you abandoned
on road becomes a tree I nurtured.
A leafy town grows in the calyx of capricious

impermanence. Calisthenics permeates the
vibrations in foxgloves.Dragonflies become
vulnerable in feckless shadows of eyes. The

lithe body metastasizes into a mausoleum,
you adore. A tiger mauls a gift of bed.
Your whispers start hissing for intrusion.

A pilgrim of negation raises a non-belief,
creates a stimulus to bestow an endless
pain in summation of all night.

Satish Verma

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Bob Gotti, 3 january 2014

A Darker Turn For Us

More change, Lord, please help me, in a future I know not or can see,
Please help me with grace along the way, abiding in you, day by day,
While things appear even darker still, remind me that I am in Your Will.
Knowing that you are watching over me, what is ahead I need not see.

You’ve held me in my trials and fears, sustaining me over three years,
Showering me with all needed Grace, through whatever I need to face,
Wherever my journey had me go, your plentiful Love did always show,
Pouring love and grace in my life, not only on me but also on my wife.

Lord please continuing sustaining me, through a time we’ve yet to see,
Please guide both me and my wife, in a future where uncertainty is rife,
While relying not on man’s medicine, but your Spirit, Who dwells within,
As our pathway again has turned, guide us to live out all we’ve learned.

This disease is not pleasant at all, but, You Lord are big and it is small,
Please Lord afford us both Your Mercy, as the end we have yet to see,
Lord, I know we’re both in your hand, in this time we do not understand,
So please fill us both with Your Peace, so through all it will never cease.

Lord, it’s your place and your time, when I shall see my path so sublime,
That reality as I enter into Heaven above, all promised through your love,
For what this cancer cannot do, is take from me the fact of knowing you,
So if this cancer does take my life, I’ll be in the presence of Jesus Christ.

(Copyright ©01/2014 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 3 january 2014

Unforeseen Malady

Something that I could not foresee, is what they call neuropathy,
Chemo’s effect on extremities, well below the elbows and knees,
Numbness in my feet and hands, something no one understands,
Unless they dealt with the same, then empathy they can proclaim.

The neuropathy started in my feet, whether I stood or took a seat,
With a feeling both night and day, just like I had socks on to stay,
Soon my walk would be hindered, as the numbness daily lingered,
Causing me to slow my step’s pace, as impediment, I had to face.

The effect in my hands was worse, although my feet were hit first,
Losing my feeling in each finger, as the numbness began to linger;
Now little things I could not grip, even plastic bags, I could not rip,
But this isn’t the end of my story, as Christ gets the ultimate Glory.

Like my taste, that was taken away, it is coming back, day by day,
Becoming more apparent and real, getting stronger with each meal,
It was The Lord to help me cope, as there appeared to be no hope,
But, my taste was stronger each day, returning very shortly to stay.

It is my Lord God and my Creator, not to mention He is my Savior,
By Whom, I can be totally restored, for by Him I am never ignored,
God can restore my hands and feet, putting this malady to defeat,
For it is God, Who will restore me, for He’s The God of all Eternity.

(Copyright ©07/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 3 january 2014

So Much For Us

The Lord God did so much for us, when we came to Christ Jesus,
Wickedly lost and so depraved, sinful men, by Christ God saved,
So far from any thoughts of God, living upon this sin cursed sod,
Who, when found in Jesus Christ, are now clothed for Eternal Life.

We were chosen by God’s Grace, then destined for a better place,
To live forever with Jesus Christ, this, as we enter into Eternal Life;
As He who loved us died for all, to redeem man from Adam’s Fall,
Saved from that curse of death, when we’re granted eternal breath.

Yes, God bought us with a price, so we could enter into Paradise,
The Precious Blood of The Lamb, so to live with The Great “I AM”;
Cleansing us from sin and stain, not through our trial, but His pain,
Through Christ’s death on Calvary, so that man could live eternally.

He robed us in His Righteousness, far from our wicked sinfulness,
And His Righteousness will endure, from this time, to forevermore;
As Christ keeps us upon this earth, through His Spirit of New Birth,
Being kept for greater things, to serve eternally, The King of kings.

By Christ we have been Glorified, so that in Heaven we may reside,
In that Mansion, prepared for us, by our risen Savior, Christ Jesus,
To live with The Lord God forever, with Christ’s Church all together,
Being together in Heaven eternally; all attained by Christ at Calvary.

(Copyright ©08/2011 Bob Gotti)

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