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Gert Strydom, 10 april 2015

Poem on honeymoon (sonnet)

Today I am your darling and your hero
who does accompany you everywhere,
maybe a man with fame and money
that who pays for a holiday at a hotel
and even in your dreams you do see my face
while my hand rests upon your side
and you are bewitched by the words that I say
by the wild passion in each kiss
when your blood flows wild
in the loving between us
where our lives are growing to the most beautiful dreams
and you do discover every thing and part of me
but how will you feel in the days of old age
when hardship or illness may come unexpectedly?

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Satish Verma, 10 april 2015

BURNT OUT WORDS

Tryst with nano was like burning in hell.
Headless body of truth,
turning into invisible particles
flaunts an absent God.

The mist envelops a rag picker –
sleeping on the payment.
Hunger fresh grown will be served,
when sun rises.

Indelible ink an yellow pages
bearing the burden of unborn grief
inherits this globe, the ashes
of burnt out words.

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Joe Breunig, 9 april 2015

Poem: Y-O-L-O

You Only Live Once,
is an idealized concept,
fashioned by the foolish
and selfishness of heart.

Choosing to be self-deceived,
living under a false impression,
they hope that Jehovah’s grace
has been divinely imparted…

allowing them to operate without
constraints of accountability,
responsibility or personal decorum-
while lacking regard towards others.

Within this social, earthly plane,
our temporary encasement of flesh
serves as a reminder that we remain
as Mankind’s sisters and brothers.

Until God’s preset configuration
of my soul’s timer quietly expires,
I’m living today -mindful of Him-
with Faith’s fullness of color!

Author Notes

Inspired by:
John 3:1-21

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

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Satish Verma, 9 april 2015

BOWL WAS STILL EMPTY

Trying to follow truth
his journey was nightmarish.
Alchemic fusion with past and future failed –
his bowl was still empty.

In the inner space
a largesse, free of present,
becomes the pain of perfection!
Now what to do next?

More afraid of life than death
he tried to manage the fear,
the futility of becoming somebody,
the nihility of ripening in celebrations.

In the darkness, an eye looks
beyond the stars, at timeless silences
of hope, waking, slits of dreams
like lasers, creating new designs.

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randolph valeza, 9 april 2015

Friendship Over Love

Without you is my moonless night
No shines, no light and its not bright
Wishing that you'll always by myside
That we'll be together like till do as apart

Having you as a friend, you are my inspiration
To be with you at the end would be a great destination
But there is one problem that block this dream
I dont have a courage, for my feelings to scream

Be my beat to my song so there would be life
Be my like an earth core so I can be alive
All I wanted to do is to be with you
But it seems that it just cannot be true

No more no less and its just to be there
Where our friendship is what should remain
It may be sad that I choose to be a coward
But I'll try to move forward with this friendship over love

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Cat's in the cradle, 8 april 2015

Termoil

The brightness of daylight highlights my fears
The mask I wear might be revealed

The darkness of night brings dread
The shadow puppets play memories from my head

The wisdom of time reek havok on my mind
So cruel and unkind I need to unwine

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Cat's in the cradle, 8 april 2015

Drifting

My tortured mind sores through the sky
Sarching the ground for a safe place to land
Once on the ground I can't seem to stand

My mind spins with constant confusion
I wonder around like a drifter
Knowing not where to go

As I look to the future I cannot forget the past
I try to fly again but constantly fall to the ground
Like a flightless bird I can only dream of what used to be

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Cat's in the cradle, 8 april 2015

Who am I

Raindrops hide my tears
Songs on the radio play my fears

I know I'm not the first
It feels like the worst

My heart is about to bust
I am forever cursed

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Salvatore Ala, 8 april 2015

Animal Horns

for Kenya

The cries of hyenas are human cries
The teeth of the lion are human
Jaws of crocodiles are human jaws
Our blood changes into venom
We destroy our own young
We hunt the young of others
We smell slaughter on the wind
Why then consider ourselves separate
If we walk in animal footprints
Why number our tribes
If migrations end in murder
Why give a name to creation
If the same wild God destroys it

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Gert Strydom, 8 april 2015

If you remember me

If you remember me when I am gone,
when life is mine no more
then shut all bad things,
all unpleasant thoughts of me
like you will a closing door

and let it be like the first time
that we have met
when every thing between us was new

and let I be to you
the things and words that made you smile,
and remember me for just a little while
with no sadness or pain

and let things remain between the two of us
as it was when you loved me best
and then forget me
and let me rest and have tranquillity
while my words still live on
as parts of me while I am gone.

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Poem on honeymoon (sonnet)

BURNT OUT WORDS

Poem: Y-O-L-O

BOWL WAS STILL EMPTY

Friendship Over Love

Termoil

Drifting

Who am I

Animal Horns

If you remember me

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