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Joe Breunig

Joe Breunig, 12 january 2017

Poem: Divine Mask

The divine mask of religion is an…
ugly misnomer of hatred and abuse,
used by the religiously empowered
to take ungodly advantage of weak,
spiritually challenged people,
whose Faith can be easily bruised.
 
It’s meant to hide the inability
of leaderships’ failure to walk in
an atmosphere of Love, as defined
by Christ Himself; with hostility
that’s masked, grace towards sin
 
is lacking, when The Word is used
as a club, since they’re unable to
provide general solace and succor
towards those struggling to grow
and mature properly. Christ’s view
 
of us, is tear-filled; He’s seen
and experienced the harsh cruelty
of Humanity’s efforts to mete out
justice blindly, without needed
consideration and understanding…
of Yahweh’s Providential authority.
 
 
 
Author notes

Inspired by:
Luke 23; Mark 15

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

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
 


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POEWHIT

POEWHIT, 12 january 2017

POLLUTED AIR

Polluted air, dead mans wonder.
Taken back from the blunder.
Sing a broken song to me.
Pinstripe suit said, "TURN THE KEY".


Television said, "OZONE WITH HAZE".
Eyes feeling blurry, a walking maze.
Plastic pyarmid, a French song.
Pinstripe suit said, "THRY'RE WRONG".

Eggshell air covers the earth.
Open the curtain on a blue birth.
Garage door closed, suicide ways.
Pinstripe suit said, "MANY DAYS".


from my poem book DREAMS


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 january 2017

Curved In

Uncovering your breasts 
and waist, 
you become half-eaten. 
 
Disaffection 
fathere a child. 
 
The intimacy was 
false. There were anger and theatrics. 
 
The paternity suit falls 
flat. The boundaries between 
underthings are torn. 
 
Painting the self-portrait 
I had made a cut on my face 
for you to bleed. 
 
With a flick of hand 
you wipe out the whole future.
 


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George Krokos

George Krokos, 12 january 2017

Simple Observation 137 - The ocean is so very deep.....

The ocean is so very deep that it must have a lot to hide
which has been sunk into its depths along with the tide.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 12 january 2017

Quatrain 157 - The inner beauty of man.....

The inner beauty of man is far superior to that of the outer,
we only need look deep enough within us to see it's greater.
It is basically through ignorance most haven't seen this fact,
but to actually witness this truth requires extraordinary tact.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 12 january 2017

The New Year's Resolution

Wouldn’t it be good
if everyone could
do what they all should?
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 12 january 2017

Water

Water is the offspring of space and time
and when it flows seeks to trace the area
of its parents courtship which resulted in
their fiery union producing seeds of nature
for their nourishment and growth,
in the soil of this earth with its fertile clime.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 12 january 2017

Transformation

When doubts of the mind
have all been left behind
and the light of your Soul
shows the way to life's goal
then real change for the better
happens according to the letter
of words that have inspired you
just as they're proved to be true;
acting on them as best as you can
transforming you into a new man.
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POEWHIT

POEWHIT, 11 january 2017

DEAD FISH

Dead fish, poison lake.
Acid rain, sunshine bake.
No fish in the pond.
Clip coupons from the bond.
Mighty wonder, mega works.
Drill more oil satan lurks.
Empty hook upon the bay.
Crabs gone, whats to say.
Tiny fish sold in plastic.
Paper weight, oh to fantastic.
Dirty water, no more life.
Kids dead, took one bite.

from my poem book DREAMS


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 january 2017

Regenerating

The trembling hands were 
ostrasized for living more 
than the mafia. 
 
Why the marigold 
will not use the magical potent 
to understand the conceit? 
 
Wounded by street 
an unease settles on devestated trees. 
How the broken moon will rise now? 
 
The giver will not distort 
the truth for the sake of bleak landscape. 
Seeds were waiting to sprout. 
 
You can bend the rainbow. 
Night was raped for nothing. 
Sun will take the revenge.


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