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Joe Breunig, 22 may 2014
Poem: Good Works
There seems to be ongoing confusion,
regarding the ministry of good works.
After all, Christianity is a lifestyle
and responsibility must not be shirked.
Don’t be deceived by the religious leaders
saying ‘it doesn’t matter in what you believe’.
For the righteousness of Christ is available,
as soon as His promise, you willingly receive.
We are clearly taught within The Word,
that ‘real faith without works is dead’.
Although there is value with good deeds,
acts of Love should not swell one’s head.
We can be redeemed from Hell’s fiery pit
and easily avoid spiritual devastation.
For we are not saved by our human actions,
but by acceptance… of His gift of Salvation.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Jam 2:14-26; John 8:24; Rom 10:10; Acts 16:31
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 22 may 2014
NEW KINGS
And there was history
to map the terror. A neoplasm
was arising suddenly in the aching skull.
Chorus of wailing: the burning will not go.
Clouds of dense smoke were mindless.
All the centuries were smouldering
in the hearts of waiting children
while the bombs were swaying from the tree tops.
The fat men and women were melting down
to define the master and slave in the
dark chambers of commerce. The ravaged
body of truth anoints itself with blood.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 22 may 2014
Man to live (diamantes)
Man
friendly, excited
scheming, hunting, working
woman, vehicle, job, house,
motor-biking, parachuting, scuba-diving
devoted talented
life.
Gert Strydom, 22 may 2014
If you imagine a created place
(in answer to Peter Levi)
If you imagine a created place
where God had never been,
then you imply that God is not God
and there is something that He has not seen.
If you imagine such a place,
then you do not acknowledge
God as the creator, you are no different
from scientists with human knowledge
who set off all things to mere destiny,
to a unknown energy that did not exist,
that exploded in a big bang
and have by mere chance become the world that is.
Where does God then in the picture
that you are drawing fit?
If God is not God,
and if He isn’t in any of it?
[Reference: “I imagine where God has never been” by Peter Levi.]
Gert Strydom, 22 may 2014
My little buck (parody)
(with apology to Daniel Hugo)
My little buck I am wooing you
- my prints lay - right over the sand dunes -
with unmeasured brazenness
you are already sighing with regret
- trembling from my first glance -
while I keep myself converting sober
but then suddenly become shy:
darling, you walk right into my trap.
Gert Strydom, 21 may 2014
My Lord, sometimes it feels
My Lord, sometimes it feels
as if I am going through the most difficult times of my life,
as if alone I stand in a place of destruction
and as if I am constantly drawing fire from my enemies
but small things tell me that Your hand does cover me
and every day my life does continue
on a unknown undiscovered track
and constantly I have got to leave a place of safety
but when I do look up I see Your shadow falling over me
and at the very brink I do find an answer
and it’s as if situations do come right
when I do expect distending fire to start
and in the valley of death You do still lead me on
and constantly I am astounded by Your salvation.
Gert Strydom, 21 may 2014
Sometimes
Sometimes when you smile
life changes for a short while
and I am thrilled to be in your company
to see the world the way that you see it.
Sometimes when you sleep
little furrows creep
all across your face
and you are somewhere in a different place,
but still there’s a kind of amazing grace
in the comfort that your hand clings to mine
while maybe to you the TV is only a flashing line
and then there are sometimes moments that last
that lingers on and on or at times flies past,
when our lips do meet
and in a way you make me feel complete.
Satish Verma, 21 may 2014
REASONING
There was a portrait under the landscape.
Whispering of clouds,
writhing body and
tense folds.
The sorrows hold out
a veiled threat.
Mortality itself will finish the epic abstraction?
I am not sure, and then the fog rises.
Afraid of flames -
a man was burning alive in inferno,
the red blooms of serial blasts.
A hairy bigfoot runs through the passions.
The fractured faith scatters wild words
like childhood screams.
The very living was night of kills
a freedom in movement of time.
Satish Verma
Nightrayne, 20 may 2014
The Stranger
I find myself staring at you,
the man I used to know,
the man that knew me;
My every hope,
my dreams,
every hidden secret that was me.
You, the one I loved
the one that claimed to love me.
Disconcerting I stand
perplexed by the notion
that I'm staring into a strangers eyes,
naked and exposed-
unarmed by the trust I placed in you.
Anthony DiMichele, 20 may 2014
Astonishment
“I no longer want to be astonished.”
A declaration made by Antonin Artaud during the last
years of his life. When I read this I was astonished.
Why did he even bother to write this down at all?
Could he imagine the effect it would have on a reader?
The impossibility of living without astonishment
is terrifying to challenge. Is that what we amount to? Terrified
slaves to wonderment? Bewilderment domesticated?
The codification of self-delusion?
All the myths of deathlessness lead to the preposterous posturing
of civilians who adopt the attitude of happiness as a strategy
of denial. Happiness has become a Cult with vast numbers of adherents.
To live without conscious awareness of death is like being unaware
one casts a shadow in the light. Dreams have become consumer rubbish.
Dreams and Death go hand in hand into the forgotten Shadow’s land.
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