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Bob Gotti, 3 january 2014

On Going Trials

Feeling well and then my friend, will this illness ever end?
From feeling well, I soon fall, back insides hospital walls,
Being home or there I know, God is with me wherever I go,
Carried to an emergency ward, within the arms of my Lord.

If it’s not bad enough for me, living daily, with neuropathy,
While infection rears its head, I’m back into a hospital bed,
All effects from my therapy; what the chemo’s done to me,
Lowering my body’s immunity, I lean on the God of eternity.

Since my chemo has finished, my abilities have diminished,
Like the ability, of each hand, and my ability to firmly stand,
But, I continue trust in the Lord, by who these aren’t ignored,
While, I lean upon my faith, that He’ll give me needed Grace,

Grace that helps me every day, as each trial comes my way,
Along with a supportive wife, who is with me, in all the strife,
While we fix our eyes on Christ, Who, controls our entire life,
Each and every waking hour, all, by God’s Grace and Power.

Traveling upon this weary road, Jesus Christ shares the load,
The load of burdens, which I face, by His all sufficient Grace,
Even at times truly carrying me, in ways I did not think or see,
God’s with me, there’s no denial, through this very weary trial.

(Copyright ©08/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 3 january 2014

The End of Good Works

Many souls religious at their best, will surely fail their final test,
A test that man created friend, where good works are their end,
Ignoring The Words of The Son, God’s Only, True Chosen One,
Christ’s very words, “It is finished”; His Salvation is diminished.

Religion is man’s way to God, from down upon the earth’s sod,
In their works, they add to faith, ignoring Christ’s Saving Grace,
Letting religion guide their way, ignoring what Christ has to say,
Final words spoken by The Son, words from Him, for everyone.

Every religion is created by man; a salvation, not of God’s plan,
Led by the one who lied to Eve, so the religious, he will deceive,
Creating religions formed by men, of which, God shall condemn,
When Christ judges every nation, not by works but His salvation.

God, from above, sent His Lamb, Jesus Christ, The Great “I Am”.
To bring salvation to every land, Truth, all men must understand,
The Lord, who died on a tree, finishing salvation for you and me,
As Christ alone is the only way, no matter what religion does say.

All, who ignore the words of Christ, shall never enter Eternal Life,
As Christ alone paid the price, so that man could enter Paradise,
Good works won’t work friend, as many shall see come the end,
Ignoring Christ’s words on Calvary, will only bring wrath eternally.

(Copyright ©08/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Gert Strydom, 2 january 2014

Reckless you wait in my dreams

Reckless you wait in my dreams
with a pouting mouth
and at times I dream of us both
being together on holy ground
where the mere presence of God
does fathom love
but in life day and night interchanges
while love does bind us
with a kind of magic power.

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Satish Verma, 2 january 2014

ASH POEM

I could not take it, the fear.
Transient flesh
vibrant in a sunken ship.

On a coral island
deconstruction of a fallen window.
Jumping on million skins.

The level of violence was rising.
Rebuttal will not convey
the truth, the reality.

A thin line of lips
skates on the ice of power.
In a palm grove

I was held by music of death.
My arms unwrapped
around the portrait of life.

White swellings on the knuckles
betray the gliding priest,
who denies the god.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 1 january 2014

HE WHO LEARNS MUST SUFFER

Strange thoughts give words
a pain. A mountain unfolds
a tunnel.He who carries a vase of ashes
must enter the gate to plot a path

for history.Ideas have turned into stones.
A violence erupts in long winter night.
Nobody understands the bird of time
who has lost the flight.

The bones learn the absence of house
in the forest of men. You realize the anointment
of unlearning. A gaudiest opulence

comes slowly in huts. The body becomes
blue in gentle fall of skimmed silence.
A prayer has a pernicious omen.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 31 december 2013

In this stretched out country

In this stretched out country
many an Afrikaner is stranded
and we are all bound to the ground
to a place that at times wound us deadly

but daily we do still see the sun shine,
do notice how the late afternoon does disappear
and at night the stars glisten in their beauty
before the next sunny day.

Some people still live with integrity
in love, sadness and in joy
in a world where murder and robbery
reach each one at a time,
where every silent word and deed do reach out far

and people also want a place in the sun,
want to rest in peace at night in their beds
but still every day is full of oppression and violence
and nobody is free of this.

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Satish Verma, 31 december 2013

GENEROSITY

Velvet thorns
become signature
of my pain and joy.

Body paints the naked earth
blue. Eyes in hot desert
search red poles and blue moon.

Emotional strife:
dripping accidents with sum flowers,
extremely talkative.

Then the words litter
on white paper. Very sad,
you leave nothing between the waits.

Dawn to dusk, pleasing the gods.
An owl on each branch
disregarding the stars.

Satish Verma

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Ailill, 31 december 2013

Wind Echoes

Dreamed of a mourning dove's
call, 'who are you? Who? Who?'
Wind echoes through the trees.

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mvvenkataraman, 30 december 2013

Will Makes Problems Nil

Always hope that you can do
Never hesitate, but make a try
Real power is had by you
You can achieve, don't cry
When is positive your view
One by one, all hurdles die
Fear is a serious ailment
Dear, it stops development
Tear comes via that experiment
Fear must be totally removed
Mind must be with guts filled
By cheer, our joy gets improved
Pessimism is by faith killed
Lives of great souls have proved
That one must be strong-willed.

mvvenkataraman

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Gert Strydom, 30 december 2013

The marketplace

Daily we live in the marketplace of the world
where almost everything is for sale
and there we do find
things for our daily well-being,
the food we eat,
the clothes we wear,
the houses wherein we do dwell,
the jobs that we do labour at,
places where we do keep fit,
people that help to keep us healthy,
education and our knowledge of things
that does exist,
religion and the way that we do understand God
and in the cinemas and on television
a kind of tinned-in quick-fix comfort
for the soul.

Even the bodies of people,
weapons of war,
war itself
and politics
and at times even the lives
of men as soldiers
are traded
in the world where we do live

but I do recall a time
where the omnipotent God
did dwell among men as a man,
did lash out with His tongue and a whip
and did trade His very life
for the lives of everyone
to pay the wages of sin.

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