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Satish Verma, 30 october 2017

Oscillation

Seven minutes of terror,
and fourth generation of missiles.
Can they go together?
And road stops here?

An honour killing will
ensue? Do you think so?
Ethnic hate runs deep in
seeking revenge by remote sensing.

I miss my ego. The poet’s
pride; oscillating between
water and beach. There was no
boat in sight.

Sitting on a rock. I visualize
the firebrand west. Moon was rising.
There was no rhyming in verse or
cascading fall. Any one can climb-

the tree and start throwing down
the ripe mangoes. Was it a harvesting
time of severing the cords.

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Satish Verma, 29 october 2017

Curiosity

The invisible
throws a visible image
without a tether.
Do you see the god?

Was a matter of faith?
You tie a thread on the wall. Longing
finally reaches climax. Gravity
defies a flying dream.

You had erred, yet
failed to accept the guilt.
A scariest moment was,
when you entered the morph.

It was a U-turn. Robots
will dictate the polity. You
alight on a rostrum; like
a lovely pink swallow.

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Satish Verma, 28 october 2017

Payload

Drought had entered
into grass roots.
It was a perfect landing.

Sequential. You are
chopped into pieces. A shoal
of fish will make you disappear.

The vacancy will call
a choreographed entry. The
descent will find a goldenrod.

Snow-capped peaks. It
is difficult to stay for a long time.
You climb down. River remains dry.

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Satish Verma, 27 october 2017

Breaking Dawn

A squirrel on a stone bull
revives a genre,
after a black rose
fell on the lips of tremor.

One amphibian was always there
part in water and part on land.
Climbing on words,
to become an avis -

the avatar of a flying god.
There was no song -
on the bridge of tears. Let us
share a lost dream.

Do you find seashell in the
desert of diction? Here once a
river flowed under the rocks.

Friends don't squeeze the moon.
It was honey in a blue urn,
collecting the morning rays.

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Paweł Szkołut, 26 october 2017

A Child of the Universe

You are a child of the Universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
Desiderata

Hidden in the shadow of the winter evening
surrounded by the infinite space
I go through the darkness
still to seek You
to talk and listen

sailing through the abyss of a night and dream
I search for your face
when I get up in the morning
I feel the touch of your fingertips
in my eyes it glimpses the beauty and ugliness of this world
in yours - I can see the reflection of all the stars and planets

with every day I travel further away
from the world of illusion and failure
entering deeper into the Kingdom's space
I try to weigh every thought and word

I listen daily to the silence bearing the music
and I look into the light dispersing the darkness
of the primordial chaos

every morning washed in the dawn's dew
I am born again,
watching out for Your face -
I am a child of the Universe

II 2005

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Joe Breunig, 26 october 2017

Poem: Spiritual Earthshine

Are we not to be the…
faint illumination of
Christ, reflecting Him
with actions of Love?

As terrestrial beings,
we’re continually mired
by an encasement of clay;
can our Faith be fired

up by our relationship to
our eternal Lord and Savior?
Fake Christianity will be
revealed in poor behaviors

that can be recognized by
anyone; as human candles,
Faith can shine brightly.
Avoiding personal scandals

is achievable, when we’re
purposed to live as Christ.
After all, no one else can
provide… everlasting Life!

Author notes

Inspired by:
Psa 18:28; 1 John 1:5-7; Prov 20:27

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.

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Joe Breunig, 26 october 2017

Poem: Unknown Future

We can trust an omniscient God,
with our unknown future, since
He transcends… Time’s boundary.
Though we remain humanly flawed,

we can possess a real Faith in
One, Who doesn’t lie, deceive or
tries to manipulate us. By using
our breath, we maintain within

us, the ability to reach Him and
soften His heart with our words;
as we pray, with an attitude of
repentance, inevitably we’ve hands

that are raised in total surrender.

Author notes

Inspired by:
Jer 29:11; Prov 3:5-6, 23:17-18

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.

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Joe Breunig, 26 october 2017

Poem: Circle of Inclusion

A poor perception of Christianity
is the ongoing failure of the Faith
to treat all people evenly within…
a circle of inclusion; who will see

past the shortcomings of humanity,
in order to spiritually grow? Ideas
of our accountability, accompanied
by genuine, personal responsibility

dictate that we treat every soul
in the same manner of Love, without
thoughts of the trivial attributes
that separate us; under the control

of God’s Kingdom, we remain equals.
Since we’re supposed to serve one
another, shouldn’t we help everyone
with a mandate to perform God’s will?

Author notes

Inspired by:
Jam 2

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.

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Joe Breunig, 26 october 2017

Poem: You, the Moon and Me

Like me, even that shining moon
occasionally weeps, as we spend
time remembering you; moments
of nostalgia creep into our times
of dreams and wistful thinking.
And yet, there is a vast emptiness
that stirs our spirits.

We sorrowful souls, sob throughout
the night; the coldness of dawn
crystallizes our tears into
the morning dew and its beauty
encourages us… to cry even more.
How can we bear the loss of you?

The arid ground, greedily absorbs
our sadness without visible remorse.
Forgotten and lifeless cobwebs,
with their torn threads, now adorn
the empty landscape that marks
the boundaries of our separation.

Your absence is deafening; the moon
and I discuss ideas about the taste
of your salty tears, that you shed
from mourning our shattered union.
However, the moon remains unerringly
quiet, regarding the time, you two,
spend together! And I’m left with an
impression of unresolved jealousy.

Will you two… silently lament the
isolation of our three aching hearts?
Oh wait; why are there distant sounds
of laughter, reverberating under this
new moon, while these tears of mine,
resume its unwanted flow?

Author notes

A collaboration between
Saurav Karki and myself

© 2017, All rights reserved.

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Joe Breunig, 26 october 2017

Poem: Prayer of Repentance

God is aware of the ugliness
of our sin; not confessing to
Him, ensures that misery will
replace our joy; seriousness

of the Human condition should
not be an excuse that keeps us
from reaching out to Him in a
prayer of repentance. Could

we allow… known imperfections
to define us, when forgiveness
is readily available? How can
we choose to dismiss Salvation

when we possess His holy breath
and the chance to escape Death?

Author notes

Inspired by:
Psa 32, 33:6; Job 33:4

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.