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Satish Verma, 5 november 2013

GOING NOWHERE

On the blue icicles
you were colliding with orbiting electrons

naked legs on rocking chair
were expecting the visual words to spook

for clairvoyance with the sun decline beyong borders

my eyes are damp, I know the bottom
was echoing after the shipwreck nevertheless,
archives were swimming in muddy water.

Can you defeat the throb of pain?

The fake drunkenness of bailouts, it was
still not happening - the whiteness of dawn, only
gray clouds over the peaks, speckled with

orange blooms, the shadows of red blood,
a million despairs of avenging marriages
of voices in dark sea.

Satish Verma

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 4 november 2013

A SLEEPLESS NIGHT

She kept awake
whole night long,
her eyelids
refused to bow
and a thought
whirled
round and round.
Seconds, minutes
and hours gone,
slumber stood
at the threshold,
the moon sailed
through the sky
reflecting light
all around
but her thought
recurred
round and round.
She felt miserable
and it seemed as if
huge black curtains
were forcefully
pulled before her,
blocking her vision
of radiant light,
leaving her
farthest behind,
leaving her
all alone,
all by herself.

[Published in 'Induswomanwriting.com' in November 2013 issue]

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Gert Strydom, 4 november 2013

Performing magic with words

I tried to perform magic with words
but I could not find the right ones
and somewhere along the way
I had almost lost my faith in our love

but still I remained true
while the thunders did roar about me
and I feel as if the darkness
was about to devour me

and still I did care,
kept faith in all of the tomorrows
that still has got to come

and maybe I took everything too seriously,
as if our love was a solution to everything

and now I do wonder
if you do still believe
that everything will come right

when with empty hands,
with only words and love
I stand before you?

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Gert Strydom, 4 november 2013

There is something earthly about you

There is something earthly about you
where you are planting a bush of yellow marigolds,
around you the wind blows,
in bright hot sun
and I smell the Moondrops perfume
coming from your neck, face and hair.

The grass and ground are like your eyes,
your blouse and skirt are moss-green
and between us there is a comfortable silence
where along the palisades
we are removing weeds and grass shoots.

In the distance I see the chimneys
of Impala Platinum
that shines like quicksilver
where as always
white smoke is going into the air

and as on every Friday
in the distance alarms are ringing
one after the other

but the silence between us
say more than words
and I press my nose into your hair,
embrace you for a moment,
see the four-by-four of the neighbour pulling in
while his dogs are barking excitedly

and I smell rain and sunflowers
and are tied to this country
and feel how vulnerable you are,

red and pink Iceberg-roses are flowering
brown, yellow, blue and white irises,
marigolds and geraniums of every colour
and the garden is a wonderland in the sun.

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Satish Verma, 4 november 2013

TIME TO ANSWER *

This wake, I owed it to you, my defining moment:
for the raw melding, of life imprisonement
and death behind the bars. The sin had

seeped slowly in the foundations. A blurred view
of the caravan passing on the shifting sand
of quarter-century; the devastation had turned

black in smug oasis, the victim will not
become virgin again. Blind dead will monitor
the course of grievers. On to her tongue

I leave the endless stars and you will forget
the bull-dosed windows and weeping walls
of incaracerated house where the daily meals

were sex and rape; the strange shadows
of crime and pardon are breaking now
in blue sky after the defeating moon.

* After hearing the verdict on Josef Fritzl on 19th March 09

Satish Verma

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Milena Sušnik Falle, 3 november 2013

VEZICE

Nikoli
ne spregovorim
o samotnih obrežjih,
mehkobnih senc
svojega rastja,
vijugasti strugi reke sna,
mrtve ljubezni na njej,
bohotno bizarni enoličnosti,
ki plaho razpira nedra,
vezice duše nemi.

Nikoli,
ne spregovorim
o razsutih črepinjah sonca
na pragu navade,
ne nizko razgibanih
korakih vsakdana,
ne sijaju položenem vame,
mehkobno – na moje rane,
kdaj pa kdaj – tudi ne včasih,
govorica v očeh vzkipi.

Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija

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Milena Sušnik Falle, 3 november 2013

ZRCALNO ŠEPETANJE

Pozno poletje
niha daleč v leto,
čutno lesketa prostor
s prozornimi zastori
obrušenega spomina.
Na pragu jeseni
otožno purpurni odtenki,
vznemirjajo gladino jezera,
v zamaknjeni pokrajini
zrcalijo samotnost hiše,
skalnatih temeljev,
dotrajanih vratnih opažev, oken…,
opazno razpadajočo
pod krošnjami vrb žalujk -
kot odtisi let na krivuljasto
žilnatih listih življenja;
zaljubljeni v šepet narave,
zamotani v otožnost,
v pokrajini brez žive duše,
zibam v sebi brezciljni zanos,
kot šepetajoče ustnice
izpoved najlepših besed.
V zapoznelem vzgibu poletja,
bijem nostalgičen boj,
begotno – kot veter z mlini;
s prepletenimi prsti
mirim notranji trepet,
ne znam drugače
orisati hotenje svojih rok,
zatečeno v oddaljen čas.

Obujena idila,
zastaja v meni,
živi brez časa;
kupole daljav,
hranijo skrivnostne občutke,
nikoli postarane;
monotonih misli bredem po koncu poletja,
kjer nihče več ne hiti mimo koga -
na obrežju venečih trav,
diham v kristal samote,
praznih rok dojemam stisko
privajeno daljni zgodbi,
ki jo nosim v sebi
za neizogibno izročilo jeseni,
ko bo v vsaki kaplji jokalo,
odgovore vprašanj brez zatikanja,
v ponovljeno čakanje spremenilo.
Globok občutek neizogibnega,
kot kamnu bližina črnega maha,
preveva toplino kraja poletja;
sprijaznjena – polna sočutja
med vlakni pogubnih delov sebe –
s smehljaji mojih vzdihov
zavajam stražarje samote,
kot svetloba sonca - sence ,
nad pogubno platano poletnih raz.

Milena Sušnik Falle
(2011)

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Bob Gotti, 3 november 2013

Imputed Righteousness

My heart and mind are so depraved, yet, by God I’ve been saved,
When to me God would afford, salvation through Christ, The Lord,
Through salvation, I am forgiven, now, New Life I have been given,
Now in Christ, I’m a New Creation, all afforded by God’s Salvation.

This happened the instant when, by God’s Spirit, I was Born Again,
Born anew, by The Spirit of God, while a sinner on this earthly sod.
Where on earth, no one is good, while from Christ it is understood,
“No one is good, no not one”, I have the righteousness of The Son,

Not a righteousness of my own, but, which is found in Christ alone,
His Righteousness imputed to me, all done by The God of Eternity,
Righteousness received by grace, when in Christ I believed by faith,
This, that I could live this life, in the Righteousness, of Jesus Christ.

Though I am still a sinner friend, my Lord has for me a glorious end,
One which began upon this earth, this when I experienced New Birth,
As a believer I am now set apart, granted, from Christ, my new start,
This began for me that new story, which shall end in Heaven’s Glory.

Friend, it is alone the Righteousness, of my Lord God, Christ Jesus,
That saved me from sin’s marketplace, all provided by God’s Grace;
There is nothing I could have done, apart from the life of Gods’ Son,
Who paid sin’s entire penalty for me, on the bloody cross of Calvary.

(Copyright ©11/2013 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 3 november 2013

Emotional Sway

My emotions go up and down, while changing a smile to a frown,
But, The Holy Spirit dwelling inside, is for me God’s stable guide,
So as my emotions fluctuate, during times that I didn’t anticipate,
God’s Spirit along with stability, also grants peace and tranquility.

Up and down my emotions can be, but, I serve a God of stability,
Knowing the beginning and the end, God’s with me at every bend,
Yes, every bend, during this life, through the trials, pain and strife,
When emotions sway towards fear, I know my God is always near.

For although my emotions change, my God shall remain the same,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow, He remains true, in all my sorrow,
My Lord and God changes never, as He remains the same forever,
With all of my trust placed in Him, my Lord grants me peace within.

God has me safe within His hand, even in times I don’t understand,
Through all changes my life will take, I know God shall not forsake,
Me, while I journey in this life, for I belong to His Son, Jesus Christ,
Who, by my side, today leads me, to my glorious home in Eternity.

So when my emotions begin to fall, I’m reminded, Christ is over all,
That’s every single aspect of, my life on earth, from Heaven above,
As God grants me sufficient grace, for all the trials that I shall face,
As I move toward my ultimate destiny, of a life with Christ, eternally.

(Copyright ©10/2013 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 3 november 2013

Wisdom’s Way

Wisdom is calling souls today, to come to God in Wisdom’s way,
While Wisdom sends forth her call, upon this world, to every soul,
For Wisdom has prepared for us, a house built on Righteousness,
Built up with seven pillars strong; being complete for every throng.

Wisdom has prepared her feast, for those with plenty, to the least,
While she has set her table for all, for both the great and the small,
Wisdom has sent out her invitation, to all souls without reservation,
Her invitation for all to come, regardless of where are you are from.

She calls the simple to partake, but foolishness they must forsake,
As wicked ways all must spurn, to come to Wisdom and truly learn,
With wisdom being their selection, they must be open to correction,
Learning from every past mistake, as Wisdom’s feast, they partake.

As scoffers come along our way, rejecting what Wisdom has to say.
All filled with arrogance and pride, by them, wisdom shall be denied,
Correcting then in Wisdom’s name, brings upon one hurt and shame,
For hate the scoffer will project, toward one who chooses to correct.

Will you today heed Wisdom’s call, to seek The Lord Who’s over all?
Leaving old ways, that you know, so through Wisdom you can grow,
Changing to a life of Righteousness, this as you follow Christ Jesus,
As Wisdom shall multiply your days; with a long life, to God’s praise.

(Copyright ©07/2012 Bob Gotti)

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poetry

GOING NOWHERE

A SLEEPLESS NIGHT

Performing magic with words

There is something earthly about you

TIME TO ANSWER *

VEZICE

ZRCALNO ŠEPETANJE

Imputed Righteousness

Emotional Sway

Wisdom’s Way

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