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Joe Breunig, 16 october 2014
Poem: Down in the Valley
Though I find myself walking,
through this dark period of life,
I will not fear the enemy about,
for my Lord and His Word speaks
to my inner man, removing doubts
that seek to haunt my spirit.
I’m comforted and content today,
knowing His divine righteousness
consumes my wearied existence;
therefore, I will firmly confess
my adoration of Christ, my King.
He lovingly accompanies my journey,
as I traverse the green pastures
laid before me; He anoints my life
as I divinely seek to grow and mature
under His sacred, Biblical precepts.
His ways and standard are set high,
so that… I’m continually dependent
on Him for all aspects of my life.
To His reign, I’ve given my consent.
The eternal promises, of His supply
to meet my earthly needs, are true.
In Him alone, I have placed my trust!
Going forward, I rejoice from knowing…
that His ways are righteous and just!
Author Notes
Loosely based on:
Psa 23,118:137,145:17-18; Isa 55:8-9; 1 John 1:9
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 16 october 2014
There are rooms of the heart
There are rooms of the heart
that is closed to others,
places that no other human ever see
and at times that darkness is overwhelming
in our internal journeys
where we mask our vulnerability
from the whole world
until another individual comes
who we do love more than our self
and the uncovering and revelation
begins systematically bit by bit
and a person believes like a child
that trusts implacable
in hope, love and the illusion
that the world
can be a bit better
without despair or any fear.
Gert Strydom, 16 october 2014
The sea is calm
The sea is calm
and the tide is low tonight,
I can see no moon
and the sieving rain
is even blotting out the stars.
Somewhere out there
I hear a ship’s horn blowing in the fog
that rises from the cold deep,
next to me you lie asleep
and I wonder how our love keeps growing,
exactly what causes us to love more and more
and love to be between us like a living thing.
Gert Strydom, 16 october 2014
When death’s fingers do me touch
When death’s fingers do me touch
do not let a preacher come
to pray for me.
I will walk alone with my God
who stands free from men
to meet Him face to face.
Do not let a doctor come
to take away the pain
or give a strain of tears
let me be to experience
the blazing sun setting in the west,
to see the moon rising in the night sky
let I live life and follow the course
that destiny design
and still make your love mine.
Satish Verma, 16 october 2014
POINT OF VIEW
You said it was a sin to trade for the hunger.
I was looking into your eyes,
something was amiss,
tears had become stones.
How long your breast was carrying
this despair?
You said it was a crime to hold the grief.
I was looking at the sky,
vultures have gone.
But pugmarks of hyenas are very distinct
around the house.
I am saving the chocolates for winter
kidnapping the heart.
You said it was an irony to sing
a heart-breaking song!
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 15 october 2014
THE SWAN - SONG
Inadequately the clouds covered the moon
the wind was soft and silky.
The death of shadow was not complete.
Stars had fled from groans of night.
In the still room poor sentences could not compete
with the innocence of emptiness
which was in throes of giving
birth to a new meaning.
Weeping flowers were weaving a song.
Memory, my pain, returns again and again
I would never go ever to my old house
just one for me, it gave me choking
sadness.
The wanderer me, moves again, to switch
the lights on. You are not watching me.
I don’t put claim on my words. They
came to me from dangerous mistakes.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 14 october 2014
The soft brown earth lies under me
The soft brown earth lies under me,
with the cool blue sky as the canopy
in which birds fly swirling,
forever free.
Your works my God, is filled with beauty
and in the distance I see
the outline of the mountains
the sanctuary where I feel carefree
Gert Strydom, 14 october 2014
Outside there’s a brigade
Outside there’s a brigade
of yellow umbrellas in the sun,
covering the white-brown beach
and on the bed you lay just out of reach,
sleeping with a innocence
that lies about our intimate acts
and on the wall I watch a line of small ants
running past on their own tracks
before you turn and reach out to me
and I feel your heart beating
while one of your breasts
are pressed against my face
and know that my goddess is awake
and just now we will shower together,
prepare for the day, have a great breakfast,
take some towels and make this summer
sun and sea our very own.
Satish Verma, 14 october 2014
HYPENS
Hired time felt that terminal import
was cloaked, and we were not ready
for the consolation.
Our conscience was giving a terrible blow
because world was not interested in knowing
why the man went outside of truth.
Who is deceiving whom? Closing the eye
while answering some question, you find
that shadows are not exiled.
Transparency of skull does not
betray the thoughts.
Clumsily you cover the swollen wounds
with a cap of innocence.
Eyes are searching for the snakes
I hold my rope and trap
It is flooding my ripe age!
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 13 october 2014
Come live with me
Come live with me, be a love to me
and I swear by God in the sky above
that I will be true to you
and we will wander out to sea
sit on the rocks, witness the how the waves
knocks, splash thundering
and only you and me
will hear the seagulls screech.
Come live with me, be a love to me
and I swear by God in the sky above
that I will be true to you.
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Nieodżałowana strata. Dla mnie był Mistrzem.
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czyżby..
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bardzo smutno.. coraz mniej poezji..
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z dojrzałych śliwek to najlepsza cujka :)
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dojrzewają, jak ser..
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to efekt "optymalizacji" produkcji..
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... ale ciągle jest na wyciągnięcie ręki
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