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Satish Verma, 26 october 2017

A Child Once Thought

A new
adage. Who was
infallible?
Because there was no space.

*

The final
journey, begins
for beyond
the infinite.

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Where the gods
live, there was-
a small particle, waiting
to expand.

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Monique, 25 october 2017

Everyone talks about good advice

If we know the past, we can correct the future ,yet we do not know What is coming between us.
They said not to worry about the world, but most of what i know concerns me.
Everything will be alrignt my mother said, until is it too late they get the message.
But I have learned from their failed commission.
Don't discredit correction. Rejoice in the truth.
They failed to mention that truth sometimes is aggravating and accepting is not quite easy.
The experience is what's molding.
The people you surround yourself in is your choice.
Gain or lose or give to pursue what is true.
Communication is more significant from what i knew.
The dreams I have had sometimes became true
Some times is just de'javu ; something that makes me feel comfortably numb from being there before, yet there for the first.
Feels like a dream within a dream. A vision seen so clearly.
Makes me question life even more. Although,
These things keep me in sync with life.
I have learned if you give the most you can receive the less, but the
Intentions are more important.
In the end it was my own intake that helped me survive this crazy life.
Seeking and searching truth throughout my time.

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Satish Verma, 25 october 2017

An Anticlimax

Do you share the bed
with a perceived lover in illicit
borders?

A pink gestation
of a thought? Hands
holding a naked truth?

The winds were harsh, cold
and persuasive. And lake was
sending an obscene invitation.

You were ready to make
a jump, ending the speculation.
I speak alone -

in the arguments with
sooty bust of the sky.
Moon has no other name.

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Satish Verma, 23 october 2017

The Triade

In war of attrition
with moon,
you need a black eye.

The stars blinked.
A milkyway changed its stance
and went on fast track.

The sense of sky
was changing. Earth
decided to take off the veil.

I was not engaging
any contradictions. Let the turmoil
throw up an alternative.

It was seen coming.
The blind snakes
starting an intrepid attack.

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Joe Breunig, 22 october 2017

Poem: In No Other

When will Humanity shed…
his blinders of ignorance?
Salvation can’t be found…
outside of Christ’s death
and glorious resurrection.
Can our inherit arrogance,

which is questionably based
on the accumulation of data
that’s carefully culled, be
worth a future without God?
Nothing we claim, stops Him
from being the Alpha & Omega.

Author notes

Inspired by:
Acts 4:12; Rev 22:13

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

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Joe Breunig, 22 october 2017

Poem: Human Expectations

We need to stop setting goals
and personal standards, based…
on the foolishness of our fears;
Human expectations, dumb notions
and the fickleness of desire is
no way to live. Measuring years

by our accomplishments is silly;
someone in the future will either
outdo us or destroy our efforts.
Can we create a meaningful legacy
that touches lives with God’s Love
or even move beyond… self-comfort?

Author notes

Inspired by:
Luke 12:16-23; Eccl 3:20-22 and

If God always met our expectations,
He’d never be able to exceed them.
–Steven Furtick

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Joe Breunig, 22 october 2017

Poem: Empty Rhetoric

The words of empty rhetoric,
don’t impress the unsaved;
Love requires real actions
of Faith; one day, a grave

will contain soiled remnants
of how, we were perceived;
the memories others recall,
are what they often received-

by the witness of our lives.
Before men, we’re justified
through our works of Love;
yet, it’s Christ crucified…

that serves as the impetus
behind our true motivations;
He’s the standard for living
and grace against damnation

of our eternal souls.

Author notes

Inspired by:
Jam 2:24; Exo 17:15–16

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

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Joe Breunig, 22 october 2017

Poem: Without Agendas

Loving people, without agendas
of hidden motives, is what God
desires from us; if we’re not
authentic, then we are frauds

who lack value… to His Kingdom.
Without the pureness of a heart,
that’s inclined towards Him, we
have nothing tangible to impart

to those, who fail to discover…
their sacred identities found in
Christ, a Savior, Who loves them.
Within Humanity, we’re children

who need to teach others… about
the divine connection and scarlet
thread that binds us together;
we’re a bride and not some harlot

selling herself, to gain attention
for the merits of His Salvation.

Author notes

Inspired by:
Prov 16:2; 1 Cor 10:31; Isa 43:7;
Matt 5:8; Phil 4:8; 2 Cor 11:2

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

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Joe Breunig, 22 october 2017

Poem: Hold On, Pain Ends (HOPE)

As long as we choose to move forward,
we can find the inward strength to…
hold onto our Hope; pain ends, when
we look to Christ and His Love for us.
Therefore, let’s adjust our backward

thinking, by cleansing our thoughts
with the beauty of His Holy Word; as
we begin to trust Him and apply Truth
to our lives, positive results occur.
Are we gambling, rashly casting lots

for ungodly outcomes to succeed, based
on Worldly methodologies? Can we learn
to be patient and rightly divine God’s
Word? What will it take us to remain,
in His sight… pure, holy and chaste?

Author notes

Inspired by:
Rom 15:13; 1 Tim 1:1b; Psa 3:2-6; 1 Pet 1:3-6

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

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Satish Verma, 22 october 2017

Contentiously

The desire,
rises like a spire-
from cloud forest.
You are a flesh eater.

*

You go into a foray
for the food.
A shrine trembles. A blood
stained body leaves the room.

*

A prayer
screens the faces of all
gods. Who was going to undertake
fast unto death?