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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)
Bob Gotti, 29 january 2014
Be Still
Simply be still, my dear soul, for the Lord is in control,
From what makes you quiver, the Lord God will deliver,
When you begin to quake, remember He won’t forsake,
Those, who belong to Him, as He comforts from within.
As He comforts a weary heart, and peace He will impart,
Calming all my undue fear, by His presence always near,
Uplifting me, with His hand, as He helps me understand,
From me He will not depart, while calming a weary heart.
God helps me to fix my mind, as I put my worry behind,
Upon my Savior, up above, as He comforts, in His love,
Setting my mind, by His grace, onto a very stable place,
Recalling He promised me, to guide me through eternity.
God reminds me, I’m whole; heart, mind, body and soul,
Delivered fully by Jesus Christ, to live for Him a new life,
Living in the peace of the Son, as a witness to everyone,
That God can help us cope, through an everlasting hope.
Hope which helps me be still, as my soul is in God’s will,
Calming my heart deep inside, while in Christ, I do abide,
As God fixes my mind above, comforting me in His love,
Knowing God’s preparing me, for life with Christ eternally.
(Copyright ©07/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 29 january 2014
Little Is Much
Little is much, when God is in it, guided by God’s Holy Spirit,
The third person of The Trinity, Who guides both you and me,
Guiding us, for God’s Glory, as He begins an awesome story,
Displaying Power and Grace, as God leads us place to place.
As we enter God’s economy, things are not what we may see,
All we can’t see He does for us, as a follower of Christ Jesus,
God does things, we think not of, as God directs from above,
All along our journey my friend, with eternity, our ultimate end.
No effort is too small for God, as we are led by staff and rod,
When we choose His path to go, though the end we not know,
Confidence in God is a must, as in our Savior we put our trust,
As God achieves in me and you, what by our self we’d not do.
Doing what we wouldn’t conceive, as the blessings we receive,
As God works His miracles, while God’s purpose Christ fulfills,
God always does more with less, and as we live He shall bless,
All who willingly give their life, and submit to our Savior, Christ.
In all of us, much is the size, ordered by a God, Eternally Wise,
Working out His Eternal Plan, in each and every Believing man,
Doing more than we can imagine, when your life, The Lord is in,
Blessing even our smallest ways, so to The Lord, we lift praise.
(Copyright ©06/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 29 january 2014
Healing Hand of God
The Lord to me has revealed, from my illness I’ve been healed,
From that cancer, deep inside, this, the doctor has not denied,
What was said to be incurable, is now removed, by God’s Will,
Stating that, I am now cancer free, for The Lord has healed me.
For when my body was diseased, my Lord above was pleased,
To touch my body in that state, to heal my body along the wait,
Upon my Lord’s healing touch, as God loves His own so much,
Always faithful to each one of us, as we follow our Lord, Jesus.
It could seem God may hesitate, while for Him we patiently wait,
But God moves in His own time, by His decreed, eternal design,
A design involving each one of us, who in God, place their trust,
As from God, it is understood, all things, work out for our good.
My healing is all for God’s Glory, as He takes my doctor’s story,
Using the doctor’s medical skill, in accordance with Christ’s Will,
This is also part of our Lord’s plan, to touch an unbelieving man,
Who has been used by The Lord, though by him, God’s ignored.
As I lift up to the Lord, my praise, for carrying me all these days,
In all, the doctor is able to see; he too, can be healed spiritually,
That the doctor, can really rejoice, along with me, with one voice,
As to him, The Holy Spirit reveals, it is The Lord, Who truly heals.
(Copyright ©06/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 29 january 2014
Serving From Above
Indeed my friend and very soon, we’ll fly above the sun and moon.
Up to a celestial abode above, eternally surrounded by God’s love,
When at the end of our earthly road, we’ll enter our heavenly abode,
Where we will begin our new journey, which, shall last for all eternity.
We will enter The New Jerusalem, that is all believers, not just some,
That is all believers found in Christ, who shall enter Into Eternal Life,
This as we enter into eternal rest, now, freed from every earthly test,
But, the rest shall not be our end, as we serve Christ eternally friend.
How we serve and where we will go, this, believers have yet to know,
However, we know, prepared for us, is a Mansion, with Christ Jesus,
A home that we truly don’t deserve, from which, The Lord we’ll serve,
Serving Christ, The King of kings, as God guides us in eternal things.
We will start in the Millennium, going to and from The New Jerusalem,
As Jesus Christ is King on Zion’s Hill, as The Word Christ does fulfill,
The Church shall judge Israel, as the Nation is restored per God’s will,
Fully restored by God’s own Hand, back to their own Promised Land.
We eagerly await that trumpet sound, for then in Glory we’ll be found,
As we see Christ our Blessed Lord, with all of eternity to be explored,
While serving eternally from above, directed by Christ, whom we love,
As we serve The Lord God eternally, from a realm we have yet to see.
(Copyright ©06/2011 Bob Gotti)
Gert Strydom, 28 january 2014
Winter remembered (cavatina)
Stripped naked to the most inner core
as during winter
a leafless tree stood very near to death
a branch did splinter;
as if out of proportion drawn, printed
on a printer;
lonesome my heart was there in the weather,
as nothing good could bring us together.
Satish Verma, 28 january 2014
JEALOUS BLOOD
Standing on a hump,
a chilled remorselessness
of a shadow trauma climbs out of a sealed
grotto of infinity
like a vas deferens, spilling fiddled lies.
You grope for your identity in griping
acceptance. From the umbilical cord
the pink flesh brandishes a monster.
You forget the vowels in a solo monologue
in a tormented accent, muffled
in bleeding throat. Take my ears
for cosmetic therapy, which killed my hearing.
Between blindness and tidy rocks
I am walking discreetly to count the
digs of mysterious armless truths:
disappeared in the pages of history.
Satish Verma
xxxxoxox, 28 january 2014
Who?
Who locked me outside,
In this Desolate place,
Who left me behind,
In lifes worthless race,
You stood at the door,
And watched me bleed,
I closed my eyes,
And fell to sleep,
Another monster in the mirror,
Another demon behind the fear,
Round edges that cut like knives,
Bottled anger in this life,
Who helped when you screamed?
Who walked away when you were in need?
Who came when you cried?
Who laughed when you died?
Insatiable Sohail, 27 january 2014
The Unavoidable One
How crucial the death is !
It never comes with a notice.
And takes away –
Our dearly loved one.
Nobody can escape
From the grasp of death.
Death doesn’t need any permission
To come and go.
It has no fear, no sloth,
No discrimination.
Nor any chance of partiality
Or the chance of taking bribe.
Death is inevitable.
Today or tomorrow
Everyone has to take
The taste of it.
Death is not the ending of life.
It’s just the door of an eternal world.
Take lessons from your surroundings
By going through the changes in atmosphere.
That death will not spare us
We all know this absolute truth
But don’t make ourselves for it.
How spiritually blind we really are !
Gert Strydom, 27 january 2014
That you are a wonderful and beautiful woman
(in answer to T.T. Cloete)
We loved each other
from the day that we met
and that you are a wonderful and pretty woman
your admirers do not have to tell me
and I am not blind
for the glances that follow you
while you still do stay true
and that a husband and wife
can love each other intimately
without distinction between husband and wife
is certainly the greatest kind of nonsense.
I do thank God
that He has created you as a wife for me
and still I do know that love
goes much further and deeper than just passion
and when old age comes
I still want to embrace you
and know about your beauty.
[Reference: “uniseks” (unisex) by T.T. Cloete.]
Satish Verma, 27 january 2014
TRIGGER POINT
A missile in the home,
what they have done?
You are on flames.
A red smoke rises
from bottomless hole.
Memory slumps.
A glow in pain washed
cells, calls the mirror.
Instead, grave diggers arrive.
This was the manufactured truth
of the eternal kiss
of death. I stretch my arms
to feel the terror.
The walls start crying.
There was no roof.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 25 january 2014
THE JUNGLE RULES
Wrigglers dripped again
from hidden heights. The red river changed
its course furiously. The wave climbers
abseiled from a lethal boat
to wipe out the beach memory. Timeline
sneaked to put the blood signature
of a cult on the glass shards.
A biosynthesis starts for tadpoles
destroying the infrastructure of the species.
Yolk sacs were emply. New borns
were turning into snakes.
Enemy swept across the land. Deers
were being released for the panthers.
The boundary was only meant for the victims.
The metamorphosis was complete.
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 25 january 2014
As Days Go By
As we watch the days go by, are we mindful of God on high?
He, Who grants us breath, ordaining both our birth and death,
As we think of the Only One, Who created the moon and sun,
Ordering them both to give light, creating both day and night.
As the days go by, dear friend, men approach their life’s end,
A time on earth all will face, as we approach the end of Grace,
One day everyone shall die, to see their Creator from on high,
Even if God, you have ignored, every soul shall see The Lord.
Just as many days have passed, life upon earth shall not last,
It’s appointed for all once to die, then, judgment from on high,
That time ahead all men will see, before they face their eternity.
Time to see The Judge or Lord, a time by none will be ignored.
There’s indeed a Hell to shun, for a Place created by The Son.
Not found below, but high above, all provided by God’s Love,
As His Son became a sacrifice, so many could enter Paradise,
Taking on for man, God’s Wrath, to offer man a Heavenly path.
Yes, God will judge all the earth, so he offers man a New Birth,
This, to become a child of God, with a new path for us to trod,
Being saved from God’s Wrath, we’re directed onto a new path,
To now live for the Glory of Christ, followed by our Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©01/2014 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 25 january 2014
Almost Over
Two legs of my race are done, through the Power of The Son,
The Power of His Grace sustains, me as He, above me reigns,
With doctors being used by God, as I’m led with staff and rod,
He led me this far in a race, through the Power of God’s Grace.
Now with the chemo finished, I wait for the effects to diminish,
This, to get all of my feelings back, so no feelings I shall lack,
Friend again I must lean on Grace, until I get back to the place,
When I see the effects subside, while in Christ I patiently abide.
So now I wait for the next stage, when God turns another page,
Whether there’ll be more surgery, this to date, I have yet to see,
For another paragraph in my life, I’ll patiently wait, with my wife,
Who’s been a support all along, a path that has been very long.
So whatever may lie up ahead, I’ll follow my Lord as He has led,
In all of the prior uncertain times, leading me, all by His designs,
Designs that go above all reason, during a much darker season,
This, in my ever changing life, as I follow The Changeless Christ.
The next leg could be the last, which, by my Lord has been cast,
By The Lord and God’s Decree, while His outcome, we shall see,
So if another surgery is a must, in Christ our Lord, we shall trust,
As any end we face in our story, will be for God’s Ultimate Glory.
(Copyright ©07/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 25 january 2014
Knowing Not What’s Ahead
I don’t know what lies ahead, so I look to my Savior instead,
The One Who bore a cross for me, to die a death at Calvary,
He, Who did that for me friend, knows how my path will end,
And so I’ll fix my eyes on Him, as He gives me peace within.
On every path that we trod, we must trust our Lord and God,
For on the path He has us go, our Lord’s desires shall show,
Where that path will end for us, as we follow our Lord Jesus.
And what the outcome will be, within the plan we cannot see.
The Plan of God we must embrace, while living out our days,
As children formed of but dust, an Eternal God we can trust,
For our Lord makes no mistake, on any path He has us take,
As all things work out for good, in His ways not understood.
Whether my path is bright or dim, I must always trust in Him,
He, Who knitted me in the womb, has set up, for me a room,
In His Father’s Home above, where Christ leads by His Love,
Love, He guides me in each day, even upon the darkest way.
Even if I choose my path in life, my way’s directed by Christ,
And upon every path taken, by my Lord I am never forsaken,
Who continues daily leading me, from this earth into Eternity,
Where all things will fall in place, when I see my Savior’s face.
(Copyright ©07/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 25 january 2014
Teachable For God
Being teachable in God’s eyes, shall lead believers to be wise,
From instruction, read and heard, in the Truths of God’s Word,
God’s instruction we must heed, truly the believer’s daily need,
From The Eternal Word of God, to be lived in this day we trod.
In His wisdom we learn how, to apply instruction here and now,
Knowledge from God, we receive, when His Truths, we believe,
Gaining skill, in how to live, from the Truths the Scriptures give,
Growing from our initial salvation, as we heed God’s revelation.
To live wisely in a world of sin, believers need to use discipline,
Received knowledge of The Lord, as Truth must not be ignored,
But as believers in Jesus Christ, we must apply Truth to our life,
So as to walk in Godly Wisdom, living for His coming Kingdom.
Building a foundation to live by, must be anchored from on high,
As God’s knowledge we embrace, for living in this Age of Grace,
The fear of God, still is has part, in serving God with all our heart,
As Godly Wisdom, will truly begin, through a reverent fear of Him.
Our hearts with wisdom, God shall fill, when we submit to His Will,
Being led by His staff and rod, we’re filled with the Truths of God,
As believers listen and receive, to the Truths we know and believe,
Taught by His Holy Spirit within, we shall live a Godly Life for Him.
(Copyright ©07/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 25 january 2014
New Year With God
With yet another season behind, does God’s Truth come to mind?
For as this season is packed away, The Lord God, is here to stay,
Were you aware, during this year, that you were able to draw near,
The Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, so that He is part of your life?
Will you follow the usual instead, ignoring God in the year ahead?
Beginning with New Year’s Day, dismissing Truth amidst the fray?
During the celebration and cheer, forgetting that He’s always near,
Near enough, to be in your life, starting this year with Jesus Christ.
Remember that babe in that stable, Who is God and is surely able,
To change this year ahead for you, in ways, which you never knew,
Not only the year but everything, as you acknowledge Him as King,
Everything in your life will change, while the Lord remains the same.
A new year, including God can be, a new time to reflect on Eternity,
Unlike those holidays of the past, this is a time that will forever last,
That future provided by The Lord, Who, by many today, is ignored,
But, ignore Him not this year friend, to begin a new life with no end.
Christ went from the stall to Calvary, so we could join God’s Family,
As The Lord grants us a New Birth, right here upon the present earth,
A choice that begins in our heart, when with God, we get a new start,
In not just a new year for you, but, an Eternity, from a heavenly view.
(Copyright ©12/2012 Bob Gotti)
Gert Strydom, 24 january 2014
Although all humans are ephemeral (cavatina)
Although all humans are ephemeral,
let us this night
in a certain kind of fidelity
find our delight,
act as if we both are truly godly,
as without fright
our dear love could outlast everything
as in it we could be ever living.
Satish Verma, 24 january 2014
FALTERING TONGUE
He did not want anything
after the sex and death of a protagonist.
Rebuffed and sliced through the body,
the onus was left on toxic mix.
He died in deprivation, in intensity
of hunger and fluidity of thirst.
The quartet of grenades stretched too far
the indemnity of shell shocked apostles.
A clan lost the sense of hearing.
A mystic odyssey of massacre, raising
the doubt of gifts in heaven. The starchy
statements and commands scattering.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 23 january 2014
Poem: Not Concerned
O my Lord, I am not concerned,
with things that do not involve me.
Let all forms of pride or haughtiness,
be set aside and permanently forgotten.
Let me bask under Your righteousness.
O my Lord, I am not concerned,
with silly, worldly desires of vanity,
which are solely designed to distract me.
As one of Your children, let me be content
with my Kingdom purpose and Your decrees.
O my Lord, I am not concerned,
with the weariness of this human flesh,
since I have chosen to place my hope in You.
Thank You, for My strength and satisfaction.
So now, I wait patiently for my breakthrough.
O my Lord, I am not concerned,
with retribution for wrongs against me,
but allow me to always carry forgiveness.
Let Your joy be evident in my frail life,
spreading seeds of goodness and kindness.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Psa 131; Eccl 2:11; Phil 4:11-12; Isa 5:16, 54:17;
Neh 8:10; Matt 6:14-15; Eph 1:7; 2 Cor 5:21
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 23 january 2014
Our meeting was
Our meeting was a great decision of God,
like sunshine
that comes overwhelming after the rain,
as a wedge against pain
that for years had held onto our lives
and when you did appear
there was a deep gloss on your face,
and a smile with a heavenly kind of light.
Satish Verma, 23 january 2014
TRAILING WAR
In search of peace
the free hand was inflicting casualities.
The kids were buried like insects in a rubble.
Step by step in speculation
the streets were livid with rustic murals
of splintered blood on walls.
The foxgloves had lobbed rockets
on tall heads. Beleaguered
eyes nailed to fire.
I am watching you my art,
to witness the agony of man.
Burn, burn my cupped hands with snatched words.
Satish Verma
Anthony DiMichele, 23 january 2014
illumination
names with painted faces
breathless words illuminated
dying is a crazy dream
*
Satish Verma, 22 january 2014
A TUMULTUOUS WELCOME
Tell me about the bluetoothed man,
of his stark naked truth, in toe
for a brief pause. The toll was mounting.
The tallest fraud of chilling facts. The city of
cold murders of hermaphrodite. The sex of
meanest level to become rich in seduction of wooly legs.
The wasps were hovering home. The stings
of famous wives.
Predicament of deficit bombs. Motivated artillary.
It is incursion of sterling thieving, of sisyphean
pain. The plaques were becoming honorable.
The spoon bills landing on dry lake.
Bracing the embattled knees, I dismantle my
life to start again from living the
death of beautiful.
Satish Verma
xxxxoxox, 22 january 2014
A Dead Heart Beat
Lets play a little game,
But the price is a heart beat,
Anyone can join,
But you must follow me,
Down this road of alcoholic pain,
Open your books, Take notes of the scene,
The bottle won't help,
And no one hears their screams,
Stand back and watch,
As they reach for the stars,
But they're too afraid to touch them,
They're cursed by their scares.
Do you see how it hurts?
How the pain never ends?
Remember if you take a chance,
To never tie your hands,
Their screams never stop,
And their hearts don't beat,
All they want,
Is to feel, Like you and me.
xxxxoxox, 22 january 2014
Far Too Long
I thought that I could run from you,
That I could leave you behind,
But you always seem to find me,
And take over my life,
I thought emptiness was a phase,
Like smoking dope to ease the pain,
I thought you would be gone by now,
I hoped I would be better somehow,
What do you do when you don't want to go on?
When your legs are to weak,
And the pain is to strong,
Do you wait for a little hope?
That you know will never come?
I don't understand,
How they all move on,
I don't understand,
How they don't feel wronged,
Renato N. Mascardo, 22 january 2014
lines written on her birth date
remembering again
among the dwindling dendrites and dying neurons
where stored memories ineluctably ooze out and
dissolve into the nothingness of growing old
one thought clings steadfastly to the ruins of the past
a face a date a sense of friendship remain
untouched by the apoptotic forgetting in the old
bright flashing embers within the dying smokeless flames//
renato
on 22 january 2014
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 21 january 2014
DEW-DROPS
Dew-drops,
Adorn a morn,
Glitter like pearls,
Cling on to cobwebs,
Rest on petals and grass,
As if to herald the golden sun,
And shine with a bright sparkle.
[Published in 'HighOnPoems' on 21 January 2014]
Gert Strydom, 21 january 2014
We strive in all (cavatina)
We strive in all what we do and we are
somehow for truth,
for something to outlast our humanity,
our dwindling youth
in a world that is in constant decay
but each untruth
in our humanity is buried deep
while in life we yearn, learn, laugh, play and weep.
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wisi, to był ten sam gagatek, chyba się opamiętał,
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