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Talat Jehan, 15 may 2016
That Girl...
A girl with deep beautiful eyes.. Deep as ocean, beautiful as sky..
A girl with pretty smile.. Beautiful curve on her face..
A girl like a open book.. Whose every page is worth reading..
She is far.. But still too close
She remains quite.. But speak a thousand words.. Through her silence.. Through her eyes.. Through her smile
She is like a breeze .. Fresh and gentle..
A girl with a crystal heart.. Clear and full of love..
A girl who is sincere.. Innocent.. Yet alone but cheerful and full of life..
Gert Strydom, 15 may 2016
The silent countdown
Beyond computer screen they sit
with missiles aimed and primed
and are waiting on that moment
to on command turn keys simultaneously
to unleash somewhere on earth the fiery hell
that man has built
but the days stretch on and on
and run into many years
and might to eternity go
or in a great bright flash
the moment may come
to extinguish every living thing.
Satish Verma, 15 may 2016
Another Journey
It was the hiatus
that underlying silence
of which I was hearing the voices.
There was nothing left to be said.
I wanted to levitate in void
to unlearn what I understood.
Why the distance interpolates
between the guilt and acceptance?
Leaves are falling in different colors.
Time avenges, burns the grass,
the lips, the retina,
the black walls and white numbers.
Inner peace will return
On the ashes of fallen trees.
Life will resume another journey.
Satish Verma, 14 may 2016
Standing Alone
Distance was increasing
in spewing rage.
I yearned for a solitude of desert
sand and rocks
away from musty tongues
and eros.
Counting my failed attempts
to reconcile with exits
and slant hopes.
Like an eclipsed moon
plying over the hill
to investigate a shorn lamb.
Plucking the hair from a beautiful scalp
to become a nun.
Arthritic river brings back the waves.
Unreachable was the crest.
Today standing alone on the summit
I watch the dropp with grief.
Gert Strydom, 13 may 2016
Without matter
Without matter to what you think you do know,
without matter to what position you do have in life,
be to judge other people very slow
even when you do witness unhappiness and strive.
Without matter to what experiences you have lived through
give others the chance to be themselves and to explain,
be careful in the way that you do act, in what you do,
as you could be responsible for unmentionable pain
when you do conclude to what you on the surface do see
and do not know the true feelings in the heart
the intention of what things is going to be
as living is a special, knowledgeable kind of art
in which each person does only play a role
but it does affect the world in whole.
Satish Verma, 13 may 2016
The Ink Did Not Stop
Sitting on the heap of debris
I decided to move one day.
The rain did not stop
I was walking alone.
It was a cruel time, my toes caught
in bad thaw. I was working on a bawling
theme of comatose words, a pottery of sorts.
In fact the fear had not saved me.
The sun did not stop
I was thinking alone.
A prosaic neighbourhood had acquired
weapons, I was inattentive. My wounds
always bled in hooting night.
A flute it seems talked to me.
The moon did not stop
I was weeping alone.
Terrible, terrible it was to abandon
my home of luxury, to become a stone,
to walk like a ghost with orphaned
spirit. The voice without echo, murmuring.
The ink did not stop
I was writing alone.
Satish Verma, 12 may 2016
Self-Deception
Homeless wanderer
my bohemian moon.
I continue my journey
till the clouds manipulate.
Crisp sky favours the stars
in dark night of gloom
of your failed promises,
and my goddess of ruin.
self-deception was a great relief!
Golden praise can do no harm.
You were targeting the great sentences,
and easy flows the river under sun,
there was nothing left in the desert
and slowly burns the cauldron of craft.
That sudden spurt of rage and tears,
strangle of dreams, roses and hopes.
My empty hands, white skin, leafy eyes
Why? Am I tremendous, expanding like sea?
Gert Strydom, 11 may 2016
Dare you character?
Dare you character accompany me
into the unknown that lies beyond life,
to a place where no man truly knows
how it is going to be?
Dare you character accompany me
to a place where there is no awareness,
no feelings or thoughts
in the depths of death?
Dare you character accompany me
to a place where no one is really free
until that great trumpet of God does roar?
Dare you character accompany me
to a place where the whole world does change
from what it was before?
Dare you character come along forevermore
to the shining gates of heaven
or the burning portals of hell
in that last awakening?
Satish Verma, 11 may 2016
Howling
Before I leave
I will give you my gift
to perceive the human anguish.
Time had passed like a snake
noiselessly, skipping the years
I grieved.
The solace of harvesting the dreams
was thin.
A terrible shadow of a futile
creation.
Hopes always lied
hollowed by anesthesia of truth.
A surrogate womb trims
the love.
My garden was always green.
Howling was generating the heat.
Joe Breunig, 10 may 2016
Poem: Staying in Peace?
Are you regularly transcending your ego?
Is doubt interfering with your intentions?
Can you dream dreams and envision a future,
that are aligned with His plan of Salvation?
Will your dreams manifest into your reality?
Have you discussed your purpose with Him?
Can you claim that you’re making progress?
Are you imploding from events that are grim
and seeking to pull your soul downward again?
Are you applying Biblical principles often,
to your personal, family and professional lives?
Are you kind toward others, with a heart soften
by the joyous message of God’s abundant Love?
Are you involving yourself in high-energy levels
of appreciation, reverence, trust and optimism?
Or are you sacrificing at the feet of devils,
who have stolen your Life’s sacred, first Love?
In the midst of your brokenness, does Light shine?
Can the uninitiated and unsaved, see any evidence
in your behavior, whereby your life is a shrine
that proclaims the greatness and goodness of God?
From agitations and disruptions, do you find release?
Can you stay clear of commotions and hullabaloos?
Are you living… in turmoil or staying in peace?
Author notes
Inspired by:
Psa 24:1-10; Phil 4:8-10; 1 Cor 14:33;
Eph 4:4-14; Job 12:10
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Latest comments:
11 january 2026
ais
Pięknie :)
11 january 2026
Dziękuję! :)
11 january 2026
Niezłe hybrydy panienka Zima wyhodowała xd
11 january 2026
violetta
Myślę, że szybko przyjdzie, krótkie będzie
11 january 2026
Jaga
Tak się życie dwojga plecie/ w mieście, gminie,
11 january 2026
Słońce ledwo zza wzgórz wyjrzało. Dziękuję
11 january 2026
Tajemnicze i groźne.
11 january 2026
Powroty są najlepsze :)
11 january 2026
Gdy głowa cień swój w myśli pokocha/ w osobie
11 january 2026
Mróz i zima, nie przelewki/ tłuszcz się spala
11 january 2026
smokjerzy
to już tłusty czwartek?...:))
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Takie w klimacie urocze czekanie/ że zimą wiosna
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