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Greg, 7 november 2013
A Short Expression of Joy and Gratitude
There is a light sparking in my heart
A bee-bop good time tuned to make me shake
And quiver in ecstasy
Swing my hips and lick my lips
To the sway of music so sweet
Dear Jesus
I'm happy
Thank you
And thank you baby
Infinite gratitude
For the gift of empathy
The rope out of the well of loneliness
And into the glory of the Sun
Joe Breunig, 7 november 2013
Poem: The Ideal Servant
The habits of the righteous servant reflect
a certain posture of pleasing The Master.
Walking in Love is evident, when we recognize
what the heart of Christ is truly after.
Bearing fruit, living lives in desperate times,
becomes much easier when we share our burdens.
Let’s practice living harmoniously each day,
before joining together in Heaven’s garden.
Real Love, always requires acts of action;
Even Christ washed the feet of the Apostles
to demonstrate that all forms of compassion
can vary from the smallest act to miracles.
Societal importance is an artificial construct,
that demonstrates a poor example of attitude.
Christ’s example has been set eternally before us,
shining before Man with the mindset of servitude.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 20:25-26; Acts 10:38
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 7 november 2013
MOURNING THE DELUGE
Something was not polite in signs.
The smell of incarcerated bed of gods
was floating down.
A subdued shadow of black moon
was climbing on the window. And each
house had offered a son, to rage
a war of retribution. Malice towards
one and everybody, they were ready to cut the
hands who were holding the book.
Out of the ore comes out the gold, when
you use mercury. Vacant eyes have the
veils of tears. Dampness was melting the bones.
The mud on the face, a gift of birthday.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 7 november 2013
Right through the night
Right through the night you did lie in my arms,
we both did cherish each other,
did not say a single word
and we were like the prince and Snow-white.
Darkness folded like a blanket over us,
at times you held on to me softly
and we watched the bright moon
until the starlight faded with the morning,
the silence had meaning
and nobody bothered us
while the bright sun peeped through the window,
and doves cooed in the great old oak tree.
Gert Strydom, 7 november 2013
There is a sudden silence
In the distance the thunder rumbles,
the smell of rain falling on the earth
is in the air
and suddenly there is silence
that is only broken by a croaking frog
when softly your hand rests on my shoulder
and like always
there is magic in your touch.
Gert Strydom, 6 november 2013
There are times
There are times that I do know that you are wonderful, my wife,
where you do treat me as your very own
and in your heart there is passion and more than compassion
when you tell me all of your secrets,
where at times as if lost we cling to moments,
finding something deeper in each experience
and there is something more than just a kind of knowledge
that with and without us life does continue
when we do find meaning in the smallest things
and what binds us is much more than just a ring
when you make the entire world beautiful to me
and sometimes I then feel like a child
when I experience life in a new way
the more I am involved with you.
Gert Strydom, 6 november 2013
I am waiting for you to return
I am but a normal kind of guy
but there are times that I do cling to love
as if it’s going to disappear trackless
between you and me
and sometimes like everyone I do hide behind a mask,
at times I want to disguise the pain
and believe that everything is alright
as you has become part of me,
you are intertwined into my own humanity
and in you I do drown.
I miss you every day when you leave
and wait on you to return
as it’s as if part of me
is gone to another place.
Satish Verma, 6 november 2013
ONCE UPON
Robbing the silence of heights
to undo the whole sky, you lean on
an enigma to become reverential,
elevated by an absurd system;
I was still pursuing fidelity
in the rubble of meaningless life;
not faith, but certain urge to follow
the doorway to unknown, something to be done
for the hungry child’s scream,
the truth that was not there, nor with the
inclined gods of tomorrow. Then where
shall we meet in the grazing bones
of new born human culture?
The instant music of death wish lingers on a moon
and then flies away in a kiss.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 5 november 2013
If words could
If words could
they would have conveyed my meaning
as my love does glitter like the sun
but between us it did become silent
and now I am short of the right words
and sometimes when we are together I still do feel alone
as if not even my eyes, my mouth can pervade
and bring the right message to you:
that to me you are precious
and that I do love you endlessly.
Gert Strydom, 5 november 2013
Time came to a halt
Time came to a halt
and hanged like the watches of Salvidor Dali
while you were part of me,
when two people did become one,
were scouting each other’s bodies
and lips and fingers
did flutter and dance like butterflies.
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