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B.Z. Niditch, 14 june 2015
JUNE
It is June;
in the fresh air breeze
off the shore
we sight
as in my visionary dream
all week
as these bountiful trees appear
with its the small grass dunes
seen nearby
from a wooden bridge
when the sun is over us
and the air is clear
and we peek out to see more
of the ocean
at the tourist ships alight
to motion over the high tide
and Jesus is in us,everywhere
what a privilege it is
to worship as You are revealing
the spring to us
in a chorus of green and blue
to see the birch so white
now feeling renewed
and all His earth is bright.
Gert Strydom, 12 june 2015
My Lord is the ruler of the whole universe (roundel prime)
My Lord is the ruler of the whole universe
and soon He will return as judge of us all.
People have longed for Him since the sin-fall
and soon the death and pain on this world He will reverse.
Before Him even those that are perverted, wrong and perverse
will fall down and all of His children will hear His last call.
My Lord is the ruler of the whole universe
and soon He will return as judge of us all.
Every day I do with Him converse
about the things that daily do me befall.
He knows everything if it is big or small
and daily He does me in His great divine love immerse.
My Lord is the ruler of the whole universe
and soon He will return as judge of us all.
Satish Verma, 12 june 2015
A Tear Drop
Dying daily in eternity
for it to be,
a tear dropp held all the pain of life.
You were lost in words,
between the phrases
time was in, time was out.
The color, the theme was fading,
a seduced century
contriving the reasons to commit
the destruction of self-being.
I was struggling to empty my mind
completely.
To remain human in the loneliness
of ruins
I want to walk straight.
Stephen J. Vattimo, 12 june 2015
Invincible SuperHero
It's splash across the canvas of print
It's blare across the airways
Another SuperHero has fallen.
On the stage of life,they appear bullet proof
but out of the bright lights,in the shadows
every SuperHero has his Kryptonite
In the bright lights
a SuperHero's powers are his wealth and fame
in the shadows super powers can be weakened
by thieves,moths,rust
Don't Gear when a SuperHero has fallen
less it becomes your Kryptonite
and you trip over your own cape.
The strength of a SuperHero's custom is not in silver or gold
but in the strength of a good name.
There is only one invincible SuperHero
He conquered death at the cross
To rescue Humanity from the hands of a villain
The name of this SuperHero is Jesus The Christ
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo
July 6 2014
Stephen J. Vattimo, 12 june 2015
Wild Flowers
Wild flowers
They spring up to life,in the field where The Creator plants them
They are nurtured buy sun ,water,and feral soil,
They proclaim the glory of the artistry of their Creator
They grow and multiple until they reach their glorious peak
They wither,and fade into dust and are no more
All is orchestrated by the Creator's hand
Wild flowers
Artists praise your beauty,and try to capture your glory with paints on canvas
Farmers detest you presence ,and toil to remove you from the soil
For in their eyes you are nothing but a weed that competes and hinders the growth of their valued crops.
Wild flowers
Man is like the wild flower of the field
They spring to life in the world where The Creator has placed them
They are nurtured and blessed from the helplessness of infancy to the glory of adulthood by the hand of The Creator
Some grow to have families ,some grow alone
Some grow toward the Son of their Creator,some grow toward another in darkness
They all reach their peak of their glory,
Then they wither,fade into dust and are no more
All is orchestrated by the Creator's hand
Wild flowers
In the soil of some people's hearts a relationship with a wild flower was cultivate,and appreciated for it beauty.
In the soil of some people's hearts a relationship with a wild flower was uprooted and valued as a weed that competed and hinders the growth of their dreams .
Wild flowers
Relationship are like wild flowers
They will only live,grow,become a thing of thriving beauty,if we nurture them.
When a wild flower fades and withers away their is no seance of singing it's praise
If we didn't do so while it was alive.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
June 7, 2015
Joe Breunig, 11 june 2015
Poem: For My Heaviness
O Lord, I know and see that I’m powerless
to fight against circumstance’s mountain;
meet needs; anoint me with oils of gladness
as those, who mourn -before God in Zion-.
Rest Your mantle of praise upon me now;
allow me to recuperate my strength and sing
mightily of Your goodness, grace and mercy.
For You alone, dominate my heart’s strings
with the knowledge of the scarlet thread,
that binds my Life’s existence to You;
enlighten my spirit with more of Your Truth,
insuring that enemy traps… I will eschew.
Give me ‘beauty for ashes’, soon and suddenly;
from my sadness and hurt, I will have victory!
I will never possess a spirit of fainting,
since I’m His child, on a spiritual trajectory
that insures my ability to overcome troubles.
Avoiding bitterness from my experiences of pain,
I’ve felt the healing force my soul required-
found alone in the power… of His Holy Name!
Author Notes
Inspired by:
Isa 61
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 11 june 2015
I wonder why each woman
I wonder why each woman
does want to control, regulate
and order her man about
as if the marriage is something
that tells her that she can
but in moments of disaster and strife
she does return to be a normal kind of wife.
Satish Verma, 11 june 2015
Buried Silence
Blaze on the horizon was spreading.
No peak was left green,
time was running out.
Courier had left without a message
carrying cyanide capsules,
to kill or get killed.
My grey sky stuck with silent clouds
will wait for the stars.
The bride will leave under the shade of shine.
Serum was darkening
its milk of poison.
Blood was thinner than water.
The buried silence was turning
brown with pain.
Bruises had outraged the words.
Milena Sušnik Falle, 9 june 2015
BLIZU VEKAM
Shranjen spomin,
v zapeljivo trajnih
gubah časa,
pušča sporočila,
kot veter v drogovih
šelesteče sledi.
Na izrazih podob
medli koprena ,
nedoločljivo blaži;
pred zankami pozabe,
ujeda minljivosti,
daljave posti.
Odpira skrinjico
zanosnih stvari;
kaljena v skomin
snuje videnje
ohranjenih noči … svitov –
nešteto zamaknjenih vezi.
Zamišljeno nostalgijo
opoteka omejeni svet,
postanek v njem žubori,
kot izvir samotnega potoka,
ki v nobenem letnem času
ne zaledeni.
Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija
Gert Strydom, 9 june 2015
I have witnessed lightning
I have witnessed lightning
hitting a big tree
and thunder I have seen
coming down on its own
and I wonder if it's presence,
true nature and makeup is truly known?
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sam53
myślę że to jeszcze nie koniec tegorocznej
17 january 2026
podoba mi się komentarz... dzięki :)
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Nie ma zależności. Podobno.
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