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Satish Verma, 22 april 2014

WHAT COMPARISON?

The displaced years
cling
to your body
like an extended death.
I wanted to see
what could not be seen
by clutching.
the lifeless doubts.

Emotions play:
potentials are threatened.
Remaining alert becomes a
punishment. I grieve for the dementia,
the night yawns. The walking trees
start swapping the roots. Folds of sorrow
whisper of morality.

The apocalyptic prophecy wants to know:
“Have you ever seen the hell? ”

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 21 april 2014

LAKE SONG

Nothing makes or breaks now.
I will not know you
on the lake. The clouds and shoreline shudder.
There was no speck of endurance. The wind
falls with agonizing thud.

The dusk was hoisting the white waves.
Time to make peace.
Moon will make an appearance
with a veiled threat.

A bleached skeleton on the sand
wriggles to become alive
like the bitterness.

After a midnight death of a battered
probe, it was time to give a final call.
A fire will freeze like a rose
in the wraps of black waters.
The folk singer was coming.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 20 april 2014

FOR A DENIAL

It rained all night.
Heaving up the dawn immaculately, at my window
the lake crashed on white sands.
A lone tree
smelt of mist and grief.
A fury had submerged a road
leading to a forgotten childhood.
Knives and pins
clouds and bins-
a hate crime erupts between the teeth.
You meditate sitting on an anthill
to recover the lost bones.

Why don’t you leave the country
for good,
the empty vessel, incense and dirty coins?

For conceptual pain, the snake licks the breasts
of a white goddess, with a forked tongue
for sweet milk.
The hungry womanhood cries holding on to morality.

The memory leaks.
You go back to your gods
for renunciation.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 19 april 2014

WATCHING A GALAXY

I collect the unknown fears,
better than the known.
Winds start a virgin dance
of reeds.
There was a music for a monk
I prepare myself
to run into the storm.

You are not, what you pretend to be
and I also don’t need to see the ugly inside.
Enigma for apology,
to erode the authority-
for which you carry a mask, to beat the truth.

Where and when we will meet
for interpretations? Sleep may bring
a quick death of a nova
unravel the secret
of a flying prayer.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 18 april 2014

ONE SAINT WALKED OVER THE RIDGE

Death will not listen;
still, the candle burns,
in blue dark
and sets free the sun.

Will you hold me tight
when I shed my identity?
I was going to start a silent prayer
for this earth.

I forget, that I always remember
the green pain
which lived in the bones of winter
when dawn was breaking.

Night settles
on secret thighs of shame.
I still smell the scent of blood
flowing from the lids.

Satish Verma

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Joe Breunig, 17 april 2014

Poem: Defeat the Giants

Use the correct perspective,
based on God’s spiritual view-
for there will be Goliaths,
standing defiantly before you.

Know that you’re His child!
Anyone can be strong, when leaning
on his relationship with Christ.
Run into the battle speaking…

against the hostile opposition,
when the situation appears grim.
Acknowledge your sacred covenant
and your divine identity in Him!

Though the enemy comes against you,
your weakness in the time of crisis
can be transformed into holy strength;
use your God-given, heavenly license.

Never allow yourself to give up;
with endurance, outlast the devil.
Pray right away- without any delay.
Don’t stoop to his character’s level.

Despite mental and physical attacks,
overcome any confusion or failures.
Now finish your divine assignment
from our triumphant and blessed Savior.

Stay focused and confess The Word!
Ignore the claims of Satan’s rants.
Remember all of your past victories!
You can confront and defeat the giants!

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
1 Sam 17; Neh 4; Eph 6:10-18

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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Insomnia, 17 april 2014

cigarette

Cigarette

spreading of smoke
between aspiration
is a writing desire
words are circling in the rooms
I'm putting out a bumper
I don't know what I should say you
still
in open window
I fire myself
and I would create so many books
when finish breath how
function in no mind state

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Gert Strydom, 17 april 2014

With the setting sun

With the setting sun
our dog has puppies
and gets five of them under a bush
(perfect tiny Jack Russell’s)
and I leave them as the evening comes
not wanting to disturb her
where she is covering them

and in the kitchen I am washing dishes
are moments away from the television’s dim witted rush
and I hear you, my darling, laughing
and that sound seems sweet in my ears
and although I do not understand
the complexities, heartaches and miracles of life fully
I feel lucky to be your man

and in the distance the turbines whine
at the Impala Platinum Refinery,
the siren of a train rings into the night
while lorries and cars rush past on the highway
and although our finances are tight
life is beautiful and it’s really great
and the dishes are washed and dried and packed away
and I return to you
and are away from the cold world outside.

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Satish Verma, 17 april 2014

A DREAM AFTER THE DEMISE

Man becomes a bee
assaulting a rosebud.
Death, do not punish for unlived years
when Budha was sitting inside me.

At center stage a dance begins
wading through salvia and absinthes.
The soil craves for the roots,
lake was not deep enough to sail.

Stem cells resume the debate
tapping the amniotic fluid.
Salt lick becomes lethal in midnight syndrome.
It was a tall claim.

The beards hang in rows, testing
the impatience of the system. A line
of funerals becomes longer, on burning beach,
where god and beast meet in dark.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 16 april 2014

The sky is bright blue

The sky is bright blue
with a golden sun that is still summer
while the first leaves of autumn begins to fall
and there is peace and tranquillity in my universe

until the phone curses shrilly,
the neighbour’s children run around in the street
screaming wherever they go,
while they throw each other with lumps,

guests that come visiting
ring the front bell
and the dogs bark
running up and down in the yard.

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WHAT COMPARISON?

LAKE SONG

FOR A DENIAL

WATCHING A GALAXY

ONE SAINT WALKED OVER THE RIDGE

Poem: Defeat the Giants

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With the setting sun

A DREAM AFTER THE DEMISE

The sky is bright blue

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