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Gert Strydom, 12 september 2014

The wish to live on (cavatina sequence)

(in answer to Alfred, Lord Tennyson)

The wish to live on, to still love, to know
beyond the grave
is probably in each mere mortal soul
and we act brave
in the face of daily devastation
at times do rave
at the meaninglessness of mortal life,
find withering in all that we do strive,

yet each lovely thing points straight up to God,
to some existence
that was once perfect, beyond all reproach,
and we do sense
that once we were much greater still than the
incompetence
to which we are bound and that everything
still yearns for company with a supreme being.

[Reference: “In Memoriam A.H.H.” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.]

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Satish Verma, 12 september 2014

IN THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE

I tossed back the hot questions
before searching the answer.
Flaming torso of a limbless man
was seeking a place to rest his soul.

I inhale the death’s pungent odour
so opiating and so brutal.
Burning train chokes the windows
calmly, billowing the ebony smoke.

Cries mingled with whistling men,
haggarded infants were stupefied.
Grass was their pillow and stone
was the bed.

Courage was needed to write a poem
to fill the vast emptiness of a long night
without moon, when human torches
were throwing the light.

Satish Verma

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Joe Breunig, 12 september 2014

Poem: No Reason to Love Me?

As imperfect as I am,
He still loves me more-
than I can comprehend;
so I take time to explore

His everlasting desire
to be in relationship
with this soul knowing…
that it goes beyond worship.

As a created being of His,
I’m not the final point-
only God has the right
to chose those He anoints.

Though it may seem that He
has no reason to love me,
I’m still one of His children
and my love for Him He sees.

Despite my human flaws,
I can have much success,
for I’m made in His image
with His poetic finesse.

Author Notes

Loosely based on:
John 3:16; Gen 1:26-27; Jam 3:9;
1 Cor 11:7; Eph 2:10; 1 John 4:19

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

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

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Joe Breunig, 12 september 2014

Poem: Vital Breath

Into the dust, His breath was breathed,
giving Mankind its first gift of Life;
therefore, we should recognize and give
thanks to God, the Holy Spirit and Christ.

Whispers of prayers to our sacred God,
create results within a context of Hope;
time spent with Him accomplishes more
and transcends Humanity’s limited scope

of understanding a lifetime of struggle.
With our voices, we acknowledge, praise,
honor and worship God in acts of faith-
knowing He accepts our prayers everyday.

He bends down to willingly listen to us,
to hear our heart-felt prayers each time.
In Him alone, we move and have our being,
within the existence of His familial line.

Prayer-less days have a detrimental effect
of allowing the spiritual erosion of souls;
so we will continue our communion with Him,
since our fellowship remains an eternal goal.

Author Notes

Loosely based on:
Gen 2:7; Acts 17:28; Psa 66:20,116:2

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

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

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Gert Strydom, 11 september 2014

At times we are free (cavatina)

At times we are free from pain and sorrow,
when bright sunlight
brings a new tomorrow with hope and joy,
when each long night
sparkles with some romantic attractions,
where we both might
live lives together to the utter brim,
might truly love in a world that is grim.

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Gert Strydom, 11 september 2014

Flickering the flame of a candle burns

Flickering the flame of a candle burns
drawing lines when you awake,
there are patterns and dark forms
that it makes on the walls,
your eyes gleam,
there is suddenly a smile that touches me,
you are supple and soft against me
and forever I could lie like this without any movement.

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Satish Verma, 11 september 2014

RAAS! *

The evening opens a wound,
a secret agony.
It neither heals nor gives solace.
The sacred whore who liberates herself
from the flesh.
Sun is pink and ashamed.

A crescent moon thought it was time
to step outside and find out the truth.
Night was willing to participate. She
wrote a message on the sky
as a survivor of a slaughter.

And now the paths of winds trace
a faded destiny of earth. It had
nothing to offer, till the god of hopes
comes in purple light and the jasmines,
open their dancing eyes.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 10 september 2014

The tikoloshe [3]

At night something is jogging between the houses
that is neither animal nor man
and the face of it is distorted
full of hatred with a unearthly meaning,
with eyes gleaming bloody red
that makes people freeze from fear
when he climbs through a window,
comes nearer, grabs you with mighty arms
and everywhere the dogs of the neighbourhood are barking,
howl and cry in great fear
as the figure is something more terrifying than from the grave
and everything that comes across it wants to flee and hide from it
as where it comes blood does flow
before the first glowing of the morning.

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Gert Strydom, 10 september 2014

I am really blessed by her presence (cavatina)

I am really blessed by her presence,
my truest love
brings the most intense feelings that nothing
can quench, remove,
she has been prepared, designed for me
by God above
and while we are constantly together
she is dear and I cannot forget her.

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Satish Verma, 10 september 2014

SWINGING....

I did not will them
dreams of crystals
a stupid calendar of flight
from insomnic past.

Do not want to return to future,
hub of my clouds.
History had been writhing and screaming.
Present cannot redeem my woes.

I ask my bleak, frosted branches
where the birds have gone?
The songs, green hills, divine particles?
When they will enter in frozen affairs?

Anti-matter is now colliding with black energy
I am faltering a rhythm.
helplessly watch a xenomorphic face
disappearing in the blue sky.

Satish Verma

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The wish to live on (cavatina sequence)

IN THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE

Poem: No Reason to Love Me?

Poem: Vital Breath

At times we are free (cavatina)

Flickering the flame of a candle burns

RAAS! *

The tikoloshe [3]

I am really blessed by her presence (cavatina)

SWINGING....

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