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Joe Breunig, 18 september 2014

Poem: An Unexamined Life

As noted by Socrates,
an unexamined life
is not worth living;

as a disciple of Christ,
I’ve decided to adopt…
His lifestyle of giving.

Humanity’s selfishness
needs to be subdued daily,
for we need each other;

regardless of opinions,
we’re still God’s offspring
as sisters and brothers.

From embracing The Word,
we go forth as ambassadors,
since Truth we must tell.

For an unexamined life
keeps one unwittingly on…
the unmarked road to Hell.

Author Notes

Loosely based on:
Matt 7:13-14, 19:26, 28:16-20;
John 6:45; Eph 5:1-2

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.

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Nipuni Shashirangani, 18 september 2014

A Little Space

I have been alone
With fear and sadness
Forbidden from the world
I have travelled many hours to
Find a place
                A place of my own
                “A Little Space”
In cold and sleepless nights
I looked at the sky
Searched behind
Stars and the moon
Every time, everywhere
                For a place of my own
                “A Little Space”
Which I never thought there it is
Inside of me
                A place of my own
                “A Little Space”

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Gert Strydom, 18 september 2014

In the depths of a grim winter (cavatina)

In the depths of a grim winter when life
felt desolate
there was a fluttering, a twittering
at the front gate
when chilly the wind rocked the big trees;
I could not wait
to go to look and see what made that sound
and a little weaver sang to all around.

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Gert Strydom, 18 september 2014

I wonder if all men long for a girl… (cavatina)

I wonder if all men long for a girl
who has some stay,
acts at time as a harpy, whore and mate;
as she portray
a woman of utmost consequence,
every day
an angel in her own beauty and wit,
and truly blessed is she that has it.

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Satish Verma, 18 september 2014

TANTALUS

Tonight a dark force enters my room
I will play with planets to decide
the course of my destiny.
A future has been tied to my past.

Such pain, strange exorcism, the evil spirit
stains the bed.
When I squeeze the eyes
fog deepens.
It hides the treasure of subtle creation.

Every thing is turning into black energy
I stop thinking.
A pretention of kindness, and monumental grace play
to stop the suicide after loss of
standing harvest.

The hope has been abducted
for a ransom of a child.
There is rape of a classical painting.

Corridors of power resound with promises
styles smashed, seeds thrown
randomly on the land of guilt.
We will wait for the showers to come.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 17 september 2014

SUBSTANTIAL SHADOW

Walking on dead leaves covering the grass
to and fro, to and fro in solitude, hiding
behind the mask, pithy face, ideas rebounding,
a loaded eloquence, opening a diaglogue with self,
quietly bleeding inside. You are hearing
the sounds of winged carnivores who had been
devouring your brain cells. The time is ending,
death has no relevance, no respect for the survival,
insulting the existence, anguish overtaking
the joy of new born, lifted by a fog.
We are reciting the hymns now, lighting the lamps
to see the stains on the walls. The bronzed
sculpture refuses to come down from the pedestal,
afraid to go to a warehouse, to the lonliness.
A shadow moves away from the light, makes its own
length and buries in unconsolable sadness.
Pure eyes in which float the tears of million people.
Dying lips will always narrate a tale of abandonment,
will not be able to say adieu.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 17 september 2014

From Adam

From Adam man is surrounded by dust
and each one of us returns to the ground
as if there is a secret crumbling in each cell
we play half blindfolded

until the last sunrise
and so man’s time is counted in insignificance.
From Adam man is surrounded by dust
and each one returns to the ground

while the days come and go much too fast,
we do discover love and are wounded
and time makes us whole and healthy again
and like this is the story of each human being.
From Adam man is surrounded by dust
and each one of us returns to the ground

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Gert Strydom, 17 september 2014

Albino

Her red inflamed eyes looks bloody
against her pink white scabby face
and almost colourless white hair frizz on her head
with a vein beating nervously against her cheek.
The glance in her eyes goes almost everywhere
but still teeth gleam pearl white in her mouth
and on a old leather leading strap
an impudent dog jerks
as if it wants to jump right in front of my car,
as if it wants to escape from her and life
and where she is passing I hear her sing cheerfully
as if her body is not holding her back
and when I look past the surface
I see in her heart the great longing.

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Gert Strydom, 16 september 2014

The current Johannesburg

(after William Blake)

In each city street there are people
who continually come and go
on their way to work, trampling with tired feet
and in some of them the spirits are low

as late in the afternoon they return home,
as slaves to a life that is by destiny set
and just here and there they find something wholesome
but some curse, drink and bet

and so life goes on
with drug peddlers that are selling their wares
and prostitutes patrolling up and down until the crowds are gone
and now and then people offer prayers

and I wonder what God on this earth see,
while people live in iniquity?

[Reference: “London” by William Blake]

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Gert Strydom, 16 september 2014

Pretoria (cavatina)

(after William Blake)

I walk the street, impoverished people
do catch my eye,
marks of hardship and woe are on their faces,
whores wander by,
(some once decent women forced to sin),
a baby’s cry
sounds very helpless and I have pity,
there is some great heartache that I see.

[Reference: “London” by William Blake.]

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poetry

Poem: An Unexamined Life

A Little Space

In the depths of a grim winter (cavatina)

I wonder if all men long for a girl… (cavatina)

TANTALUS

SUBSTANTIAL SHADOW

From Adam

Albino

The current Johannesburg

Pretoria (cavatina)

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