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Satish Verma, 28 july 2014
PINK CITY
Burnt-out myths in the old city
are stitching the lips of people.
Pink walls smell like blood.
Priest is dumb, hoisting the headless
deity on throne. Marigolds
are soaked in flowing tears.
Innocent wheels riding against blast,
stand still to measure
the half-life of seizures.
Cult was spreading in place,
fingers and cells Dynasties inheriting
the bleached fathers.
The ages rot under the sculptors.
We walk on water, wordless, sightless
for the thin hope.
Satish Verma
mvvenkataraman, 27 july 2014
Good Health is Perk for Work
Work must be deeply loved
To do which, feel ever proud
For the money that you earn
Your body calories must burn
If work is highly tedious
It makes you studious
Work if you truly like
Your peace will hike
Do work more and more
Never call it damn bore
When you properly involve
All problems, it will solve
Work is a healthy outlet
From which, joy you get
If doing work you relish
It will destroy anguish
Work is a curing medicine
It brings robust health in
O- Work- You give relief
Solving monetary grief.
mvvenkataraman
Satish Verma, 27 july 2014
SWEET REVENGE
It is,
what do you not say
I read the dusk
on your eyes.
Unspoken words
hammering!
A timer,
quartz clock,
ball bearings, pellets
croissant of terror.
Suspicious of the lady
riding on crest
responsible,
for the happenings.
Fear,
hair raising,
turns back the centuries.
We lose,
ourselves!
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 26 july 2014
IT HAPPENED
Born out of hate
condemned to fear from each other,
the race lives, the race dies.
The loser finds a quotient
to dig a mass grave
for innocent paeans.
My stains were bigger than you.
In no man’s land, a corpse
is lying unattended.
A terrorist strikes in the house
of god, who will not react
in the face of a massacre.
Death will not atone
the grief of a child,
whose mother did not come back.
Satish Verma
Bunny Crunch, 25 july 2014
Stranger
Weak and wasted there I stood
Walking along the darkened path
Having no compass to light my way
Not even common sense
So young I was, and yet, so bright
For a stranger I met in the night
So strong you looked, so tall you stood
Waiting there for me
Bloodhounds scream
And sirens roar
But as always you
Are back for more
You smiled at me, and what I saw
Was fire there, not light
And because I was still just a boy
You played me like a toy
You were my hero
The very one to save me
From this path
The very one to swallow me
Along this swallowed ground
You took my hand and led me
Down the path of death
The death of sight and sound and scream
The poison in my veins
It's okay, you whisper
Softly as you slither next to me
Follow me and I'll show you
What life can truly be
But a ray of moon shone down on you
Showing me the truth
This Devil man you truly are
Despite my ignorance, I saw it now
The fire of you, the darkness
Cruelty beyond belief
Father of the night
And being myself a child of day,
That night I ran far away
When run I could no longer
I fell to my knees and cried
I watched my hero disappear
Into a cloud of light
I couldn't believe the way I felt
So heartbroken, so soon
Drowning in a black river
While searching for a lost and broken hope
I felt as though I was laid to rest
On a bed of broken glass
Each shard a memory of my hero lost
Reminding me I couldn't save myself
Just my luck I'd been to hell
Lured by a facade
And once in this land of terror
Betrayed by my own father
On my knees I did remain
I hurt, I screamed, I sobbed
Then a small star came to be
The awakening of me
Deeper into darkness did I fall
Until from the woods I heard a voiceless call
Drowning in the pitch black night
Of this hell so called my life
With the energy I hadn't gained
I rose and ran to it
A sweet new baby born this night
By the moon, my guiding light
I took him in my tiny arms
His shield from the dark
A tiny tear fell from his cheek
Melting any fire left in me
Don't worry, I whispered below the storm
We never have yet signed a form
You and I won't still stay here
This stranger you won't have to fear
I drew a cup of water
And we both took a sip
Our secret lighted promise there
That freed us of his grip
Slowly we began to crawl away
Reaching for the light of day
Brighter as we left our world became
Our promise making us fair game
To freedom we did try to crawl
Into a shallow stream
So magical our world seemed,
So much like a dream
I watched the sunrise break the sky
And all hold you had ever over me
Every now and then we hear you
Yelling from your cave
Violent words and treacherous threats
Screaming gripping ropes and shallow cheers
But these evil acts you justify
For you love me to the core
And this is right, so you say,
For all's fair in love and war
A house divided cannot stand
And that's why I fell so hard
Though I never thought my daddy
Would be the one to push me
Off the cliff,
The cold and fatal cliff
The very one that our bond broke
And taught me how to fly
No longer do I fear another day
When you'll whip me with your tail
Or any other means
For if you try to kick the fire
You only end up getting burnt
We won't try to fight
Instead we'll walk away
We'll no longer fear our dad
Our executioner
This stranger
For fear is never meant to last,
You see
It only makes you braver
Joe Breunig, 25 july 2014
Poem: Power Thoughts
I’ve decided to not live in fear;
I can do all things through Christ,
Who, with His Word, strengthens me;
God loves this child- unconditionally!
I love different kinds of people
and enjoy helping them with my gifts.
I’ve decided to be difficult to offend;
quick to forgive, repent and befriend
others in the forming of relationships,
helps me in my solo pursuit of peace.
There’s no point to mindlessly hurry,
scurrying about with needless worry,
when I trust God and His principles.
His redemption of me and saving power
teaches me about forming new habits
for Life “without calling it quits”.
When I choose to think on purpose,
meditate on The Word and pray to God,
I can transform my ordinary life
when sharing it with my blessed Christ.
God is ready and willing to bless me
and I’m always willing to take it;
now what about friends, family and you?
Can you really choose to believe it too?
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Phil 4:13; John 13:34-35; Matt 6:31-34;
Prov 3:3; Josh 1:8; 2 Cor 10:4-5;
Jam 1:2-3; Luke 7:23; 1 Pet 3:11;
Psa 1:1-2, 23:1, 27:4-6, 35:27
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 25 july 2014
Simeon
Lord, now in the last years of my life
I smell the fragrance of the blooming spring flowers
and as promised You have let my eyes fall
on Your blessed Son
and I have witnessed the child
that You have brought into this old cruel world
to be a salvation to all of mankind
and I have now found peace
as I am witness of Your eternal love
that You now walk among men.
Gert Strydom, 25 july 2014
Caedmon
I
When I was out and about
on the farm one day
tending the chickens,
mending a door
I heard a jolly tune being played
and maybe I was daydreaming
but I believe I had an apparition
of a noble man playing a harp.
II
I heard him sing
of the Guardian of heaven
playing on a string
in a merry tune to liven me up,
about the power of the Creator
who in wonder made angelic beings
greater than the fallen prosecutor
and the God that created man and all things
made the blue hued sky
the earth as man’s dwelling
even you and I
and the sun that’s rising
and his words were sweet and sincere
came into my heart precise and clear.
III
and then smiling at me lowering the harp
he said: “write lad,
write about anything
and let your words sing
about the sun’s rising
and about the beauty of spring.
Just write anything.”
Satish Verma, 25 july 2014
MOCKINGBIRDS
Have-beens went into fury.
Like silkworms, after the shock
spinning the myths around them.
Then the gossip will turn towards
the words, locked in extra
sensory awakening.
The gametes move in a chasm,
needling the pastoral scorn.
From the barrel of a gun flows the religion.
Spreading the thighs and baking
the sweet croissants. Will the honey
heal the wounds?
Of centuries? Moon god to moon god
under the swaying palms
man still cannot bring the house in order.
Satish Verma
Azhar alam, 25 july 2014
Khawab
Likh diya hai naam mere naam ki tarah
Kar gaya ye kaam bhi har kaam ki tarah
Main bhi kaatib tha ek zamaane ka adeeb
Tohfe me de gaya kalam aan baan ki tarah
Usne chhed di mujhe ghazlon ki waar se
Takraata raha har waar daro deewar se
Likh deta shahro saaj ek shaam ki tarah
Tha dil me pukhtagi mere imaan ki tarah
Nafrat nahi tha mujhko kabhi us daur me
Ye sila mila hai chahat me jaam ki tarah
Keemti waqt dekar kharide the kuchh khawab
Bik gaya har khawab saajo samaan ki tarah
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22 january 2026
Jaga
W nocy u mnie było -10 Przemrożone skorupy
22 january 2026
to szczególnie ;) eh, gdyby nie czas...
22 january 2026
Akurat przystanął na parę sekund w tej scenerii
22 january 2026
Nawet miałam tak zatytułować :))
22 january 2026
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Lubię takie żółcie:)
21 january 2026
Cierpliwie czekam:)
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Będzie brakowało, taki ciepły, z piękną
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Dzisiaj trochę lepiej, chociaż smak zimy pozostał:)
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Kto taki?
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(*)
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jeśli tylko
i Niebo do Niego napisało..
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i wyspać też ;)
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