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Satish Verma, 18 february 2017
Gyrations
I am lifting
your blood-soaked shirt
giving the latitude to planet
which broke the law.
The elite
wants to know, why you were
still here, when steam was rising
in golden night?
An extended
grief overtakes the wind
in the flute. You become a free man
walking naked.
The gyres
were calibrating the magi.
An empty niche waits for a Buddha
to take the re-birth.
Satish Verma, 17 february 2017
Not In Tears
Now I am used to
betrayals.
I don’t hit back
in the vanishing light.
Very frightening,
I will say.
Sightless bats hovering
round your head.
Have started playing
the game with the nettle.
I will take the stings
and give you back honey.
An intimate kiss of a
naked beetle.
Are you coming for the
last supper?
Satish Verma, 16 february 2017
Sin And Prayer
I am pulling out from the committed
sin, cadaver walking,
digging the gold from the pit.
Footwears of dead men were
heaped into a pile when
god was praying.
Was it a perceived tragedy
of a man drawing doodles
to offset the sunset?
You were alone, dousing
the fire and shaping the clay. The
hamlet was less inclined to intercede.
Your flesh slips from my hands
for a rebirth. I was flying a kite.
I was dead before you were born again.
Satish Verma, 14 february 2017
An Art
A calling from zietgeist;
when a flute versus beast
starts a power play.
My world becomes wet.
Amorous,
when I watch a moth in your fist.
A split moon peels off
the cuticle, for a mega show of the
cone, shedding cruciform sword.
The white tiger leaps with
precision, spilling the milk container.
It was moonlight.
The baked smile now gathers
the teeth for a final bite.
The diamonds now quiver like a fear.
Satish Verma, 13 february 2017
Reparation
Tell me, is it not pathetic
that we keep on drifting
away from our loved-ones as the
time beats us out.
You were in a marathon.
Did something go wrong? Why,
why did you run faster than others
to become a sole survivor of the massacre?
Life would want to know
your name, which you had wiped
out from every page of the book,
uncorrupting the painful cessation.
What was concealed
in between the words when you
went into the soul
to erase the bodyprint from the bed?
There was nothing left unsaid.
The death said, I will not come.
Satish Verma, 12 february 2017
Undecipherable
A little death comes every day
for the lost age.
The fingertips write your name on
ice, to burn in sun.
and still, I will say it was good.
Searing poverty of words
scrambles for a suicide vest.
No meaningless truth can save
the kleptomaniac. After the demise
of a sentence I can say, would
not go for an award. The struggle
to live in some pretentious
sexuality of the curves was over.
A trident will find
the torso of revengeful god.
Appearance was deceptive
in entire race. The father of waves
takes a bird's-eye view
of the verses flowing from the
icy lips of peaks.
Joe Breunig, 9 february 2017
Poem: Elective Ignorance
Even though we have the gift of choice,
is it good to employ elective ignorance,
when it comes to our measure of Faith?
Can we be contented and simply rejoice
by choosing Life over Death, as Christ
wisely instructed us to do? Doesn’t it
behoove us to diligently learn about Him,
accept His decision to be sacrificed
and enjoy everyday life… victoriously?
If we’re applying principles of Truth
within our sphere of influence, then
shouldn’t we progress and successfully
meet new and ongoing challenges head on?
Isn’t it true, that we are not consumed,
since His compassion doesn’t fail and we
are blessed with new mercies each dawn?
Author notes
Inspired by:
Rom 12:3; Deu 30:19; Lam 3:22-23
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 9 february 2017
Poem: More Than I Imagined
My role as a poetic scribe is…
more than I imagined, or had
hoped to do; He qualified me,
as one of His spiritual nomads,
who digs within the Scriptures,
in search of those prized gems-
eternal lessons of Godly wisdom.
I’m not desiring some stratagem,
to con people in turning to Him,
but to share my heart’s delight
of a solid Faith in Christ; He
strengthens me and by His Light
guides me forward in Truth; by
this gift, I can softly voice
my limited understanding of His
Love for me; I opt to rejoice,
having accepted His sufficiency
for my Life; I’m an extension
of Today’s New Testament Church,
rising up with poetic ascension…
while embracing my true identity
in Him; by His Grace and Spirit,
I’ll write new songs, stories,
poems and hymns that will lift…
all eyes unto the eternal Godhead.
Author notes
Inspired by:
2 Cor 3:5-6 and
He takes us as we are- and makes us
more than we ever imagined. -Unknown
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 9 february 2017
Poem: Ever Glorious
Ever glorious is our God, the One,
Who imagined and birthed the universe,
of planets, stars, black holes, dust
and these silly, clay dolls filled…
with His natural, Life-giving breath;
who would discern that His delight,
was to play into the mud, getting
His hands dirty with some earth?
Or that the roadway to Him, is
driven with the vehicle of Death.
Ever glorious is our God, the One
Who is shrouded in the mystery of
Love’s embodiment; secure of Himself,
He allowed the goodness of creation
to be tainted by the ugliness of sin;
despite the bad decisions of Man,
His divine forgiveness and sacrifice
were offered without any hesitation;
and now we’re faced with the choice
that allows us… to humbly enter in.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Rom 11:36; Psa 72:19; Gen 3;
John 3:16; Deu 30:19; Rev 14:7
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 9 february 2017
Poem: Wheat and Tares
While most people are familiar with
the principle of ‘sowing and reaping’,
it can be difficult to distinguish
between Fact and Fiction; gleaning
the Truth sometimes takes time, so
that the authentic and the fake can…
be properly separated. Sad jealousies
are found when the evil works of Man
bloom against the stark contrast of
God’s reality; seeing the good and bad,
subtly reinforces our understanding of
the wheat and tares; let us be glad,
in knowing how God divinely operates;
in Him, we can move and have our being
when our Faith is extended on behalf
of His Kingdom; when we are agreeing
with His Word, it’s easier to love and
care for others regularly, as we must;
will people observe us as His Children,
if we’re not placing in God… our trust?
Author notes
Inspired by:
Matt 13:24-30, 36-43; Acts 17:28;
1 John 3:10
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
Latest comments:
31 december 2025
ais
Szczęśliwego :)
31 december 2025
Jaga
Gdzie tu się schować? Wieś nie lepsza od miasta.
31 december 2025
wolnyduch
Tak, myślę podobnie... Miło mi bardzo gościć
31 december 2025
Niestety masz rację i to jest przykre. Dzięki
30 december 2025
AS
nie powinno się oceniać autorów, ale tematy
30 december 2025
Miłość nie jedno ma imię :))
30 december 2025
Ja próbuję :))
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Dwie drogi. Świata, który odchodzi pomału
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Weronika
Źdźbło w oku Różewicza.
30 december 2025
violetta
Aż tak nie rozpoznaję zwierząt:)
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Mama z synkiem, któremu już wyrosły małe
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Cudaki:)
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