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Joe Breunig, 15 may 2014
Poem: Strength Under Control
Blessed are the mild and long-suffering,
for they alone shall inherit the earth;
their happiness and contentment comes…
from only understanding their Godly worth.
Not worried about accusations against me-
my Lord continues to defend His children.
My Lord is the eternal and heavenly advocate
and His Blood overcomes all affects of sin.
Real meekness… is strength under control,
while gentleness demonstrates self-constraint
in the midst of trying, difficult circumstances
and walking in genuine Love without complaint.
I’m able to endure any, ungodly responses,
when acknowledging my dependence on Christ.
I will eventually receive the comfort of God,
from standing on His promises… for my life.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 5:5; Phil 4:12-13
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 15 may 2014
There are many things in life that bring heartache
There are many things in life that bring heartache
and sometimes when I talk to You it feels as if I am not get through
as if only the four walls and do hear me
but then unexpectedly Your answers do jump into my way.
Gert Strydom, 15 may 2014
Silhouette on the quay
While walking in the winter twilight
rain pour down without any lightning
and there is a curtain of rain and fog
that folds tightly around me
with a chill gnawing at my jacket
while few people dare to go outside.
Around me the world is closed and grey
while the waves crash and break constantly
and I see you lonely standing at the big wharf
while water hits foaming, breaking in anger
and you fade away for moments in the mist
while few people dare to go outside.
I wonder for what ship you are standing waiting
where you do not regard the coldness, the fog and rain
while you stare away past the most distant horizon
where the water gleams dark and ominous
and the rain does soak my clothes wet
while few people dare to go outside.
Stephen J. Vattimo, 14 may 2014
Hoodwinked By The Destroyer Of Nations
Modern Philosophy
Pet Psychiatry
High Technology
These entities become the demigod
We have place our country under it's authority
Father
Son
Holy Spirit
The God our nation crawled after
For protection
For provision
For guidance
Our nation grew up
It was nurture
It was blessed
It progressed
Then at a Opportune time
The Destroyer Of Nations whispered deceitful words in our ears
That diluted our minds
with the thoughts that all our blessing were from the works of our own hands
That poisoned our heart against God
We became un thankful
We became disobedient
We filed away God with all the methodological deities
We erected new alters to worship our new demigod of
Modern philosophy
Pet Psychiatry
High Technology
The blessing of our demigod on our nation are
Destitution
Depravity
Regression
desperation
Salvation for our country is only one step back
Turn back to The God of This countries youth .
Written By Stephen J.Vattimo
October 26 2013
Gert Strydom, 14 may 2014
My Lord, if I do forget that Your law
My Lord, if I do forget that Your law
do express Your character and love
let me then still experience Your grace
and give me the fixed faith of a child
although I am blinded by the darkness of my own sin.
Gert Strydom, 14 may 2014
Amor vincit omnia (Collins sestets)
(after Divena Collins)
Love is much more than only chemistry
a kind of binding, feeling that comes free
when two people are bonded forever,
their emotions, bodies come together;
when suddenly small things have some meaning
when love become greater than anything
There is something secret in each embrace,
the look, the expression on every face
in the kinds of words that people do say,
that affects the outcome of every day;
when suddenly small things have some meaning
when love become greater than anything
People change, act as if in wonderland
at times walk everywhere hand in hand,
find something really great in every kiss
as slowly life turns to a place of bliss,
when suddenly small things have some meaning
when love become greater than anything
[Reference: “Amor Vincit Omnia (Love Conquers All)” by Divena Collins.]
Satish Verma, 14 may 2014
BROKEN DAM
Let’s not go,
let’s not reach anywhere.
The toenails have started digging in the earth,
to make peace with the distress response
of the bruised hunger for transactional surrender.
And the surrogate mother will abandon
the child for the father who had
run away in pursuit of pleasure, like others
sowing his wild oats in rags
unwashable in the milk of mercy.
It has spilled again my full heart.
The pain provokes the stopped clocks,
in the wake of explosions. Unstitched
fissures bleed, I see the ashen face
of a floating wisdom.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 13 may 2014
My Lord, sometimes there is only silence
My Lord, sometimes there is only silence
when I do talk to You
and sometimes I feel totally abandoned by man and God
as if a cold unconcern
keeps hanging over everything
and its then that I do long
and do not know the reasons for each thing
while the machinery of destiny keeps measuring out life
and then I do wonder
but when I am full of questions
You do bring with small things still meaning
and on the very brink things do come right again
when You bring wonderful light in a world of darkness.
Gert Strydom, 13 may 2014
Some thoughts of you constantly do remain (Novelinee)
Some thoughts of you constantly do remain
about happy moments we both have known
as if I do long to see you again
and at the times that I am on my own
like secret perfume they keep lingering
with a own kind of sincere perfection
whenever I am away travelling
and then we still have the sweet connection
that only comes with a true affection.
Satish Verma, 13 may 2014
LIFTING
Again the panic grips.
Clones from the frozen cells of rot-scented
rafflesia growing in abundance.
Huge pitchers are swarming the landscape.
You walk into the trap.
The lid falls, blocks the way out
and sharp spikes pierce through you,
so suddenly that you cannot even cry.
The white darkness of the gray ash
is covering the limbs of history.
I am the past, I am the future.
Where do I enter the present?
At threshold they lift their arms.
Neither in-nor-out.
Begging to walls to close in
and let the roofs fall down.
Satish Verma
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