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Gert Strydom, 12 december 2014

I miss you very much (Rubliw)

I miss
you very much
in the early morning
and in the afternoon still more
and in the evening heartache does sting
more than anything that I know
but still our love remains
wherever life
does go.

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Gert Strydom, 12 december 2014

I do love you each day (Rubliw)

I do
love you each day
but the great loneliness
does possess a kind of deep ache
and when we are apart my life does halt
as if nothing good does remain
and emptiness is left
until you are
right here.

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Joe Breunig, 11 december 2014

He will make a way for me,
but I’ve got to do my part.
I must keep moving forward…
with His promises in my heart.

Staying in faith, not worried
about who’s holding me back;
I continue to press ahead
in His supply, without lack.

Everything is simple for God
and it’s a fact I’ve accepted;
this kinship persists, seeing…
that we are divinely connected.

Heaven’s Husbandman grafted me
into the sacred Vine for Himself;
His Love of words flows from me,
poetry made… for His bookshelf.

Author Notes

Inspired by:
Prov 3:6; John 15; Eph 2:10

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.

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Satish Verma, 11 december 2014

BROODING

Me and my pride,
me and my hurts.
Who are you, which you are not,
a verbless statement of nirvana?

No pain
no asking, narcissism.
A stream of unbecoming.
Eyes wide open
jaws tightly shut,
sitting in a corner, brooding,
brooding.
Now what?

A stunning duplicity,
a surrogate god
was running an empire.
Precisely polygamous
on the name of a latter saint
annihilating the third image.

The future demands its past,
its mode of becoming endosperm
in a sleeping leaf.

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Gert Strydom, 11 december 2014

How strong do I love thee? (Rubliw)

How strong
do I love thee?
Together we belong,
much more than mere feelings could be
is each word and deed in the daily throng
and far beyond eternity
our feelings go along
being gently
and free.

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Gert Strydom, 11 december 2014

Much more [2] (Rubliw)

Much more
I do love you,
more than the day before
and although each day might be new
love is present in the simple things we do
and you I do deeply adore
even when out of view
feelings grow to
be true.

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Gert Strydom, 10 december 2014

Sometimes I do pray (Rubliw)

At times
I do wonder
if You do hear my words
or do give attention to them
as constantly You are in the shadow
where I do see nothing of You
but small things do happen
and You are here
nearby.

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Gert Strydom, 10 december 2014

My Lord the day is breaking (Rubliw)

My Lord
the day does break,
it does feel as if You
are right here and the great beauty
does linger while I find deeper meaning,
do feel very humble like a child
where You do determine
every small thing
with love.

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Satish Verma, 10 december 2014

LAKESCAPE

After the rain wets the ground,
a damp, naked silence,
floats in air
on the wrong side of the moon.

A strange mist, like a post coital whiff
envelops you savagely.
The testa breaks.
A forest heaves beneath your nails.

History moves through the layers
of family. You become a forgotten saint,
an archaic reminder of half-solid
truth. Green mirrors reflect a fading sun.

Wasps are climbing on a presence,
for a kill. A lake drifts in the yes
to stun the departure. You breathe
death dreaming a blue flower.

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Salvatore Ala, 9 december 2014

The Counterweight

If you weigh the stars in the balance
Glaciers are nurseries of the stars.
They are weighbridges to the borealis,
Ice roads into isolated communities.
They’re hydroelectric power plants,
Evolutionary clocks, mammoth museums,
Icebox mountains of organic matter.
Meltwaters surge from the summits
Enlivening salmon in summer streams,
Nourishing the valley with snowmelt.
Glaciers are a kind of counterweight
To their own absence tipping the scale.
Once gone, what could replace glaciers
That we’d not burn in water/drown in fire.

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I miss you very much (Rubliw)

I do love you each day (Rubliw)

Poem: His Love of Words

BROODING

How strong do I love thee? (Rubliw)

Much more [2] (Rubliw)

Sometimes I do pray (Rubliw)

My Lord the day is breaking (Rubliw)

LAKESCAPE

The Counterweight

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