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Poetess Malini Kadir, 4 february 2014
FRIEND
Friend is like a ship
You drift through this ocean
Called life,bolder in grip.......
Friend is like a heartbeat,
When your heart has been
Almost stolen by your defeat!
Friend is like a kerchief
You slip into your pocket
To wipe away tears in grief......
Friend is a source of muse
When poetry fills your mind
Hoping your book will make news.........
Friend is like a shared cup;
Of coffee together;
After the cold of life's winter sup.
Friend is like a lost cellphone
You miss having him with you
Funfilled times;with pride shown!
Friend is in reliance;
When you respect him this much
Hope in continued alliance!
Friend is like a caller tune,
He is your identification,in your circle
In growth and in ruin!!
Friend is like a missed call
When you fail to reach him in urgency
Holds your thoughts tall...........
Friend is like a dark horse
When he hides something from you
Still he remains, a smile source!
Friend he remains till the end
No matter where your paths lead
For once your heart understood, the other too read.........
Gert Strydom, 4 february 2014
Hetero sex
(in answer to T.T. Cloete)
As long as we are together
we can adore
as companion, partner and comrade
as friend and friend
and trust each other selfless as husband and wife
own enrichment
and when you do lie in my arms we become one
when love brings a magic power to lust.
[Reference: “uniseks” (Unisex) by T.T. Cloete.]
Satish Verma, 4 february 2014
AGELESS
Too beholden to water of life.
It hurts deliberately when you were thirsty.
You break the bread in reflective mood.
Who will climb the cross today?
The sheen was wearing off the smug faces
Civil war was starting again.
The declinist god was weeping soundlessly.
Someone shot the flamingoes in flight.
Militias have started the bloodletting.
Painfully I was collecting the sounds.
A new world begins on broken plasma.
Electrons have shifted their orbits.
A dog sniffs a freshly dug mound of earth.
Instead of a body a wreath was found.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 3 february 2014
When at the beginning of time
When at the beginning of time
He determined the dimensions of the world,
my Lord God did already know
that I would fail Him much later as a sinner,
that it would cost His own life
to redeem me
and such great love I cannot forget
as His handiwork is written on each rock, hillock and bush
measured out right over the entire world
and impatiently I wait on Him to come and fetch me.
Gert Strydom, 3 february 2014
While looking as pure as a white lily (cavatina)
While looking as pure as a white lily
some wantonness,
a private, intimate, secret blessing
does now possess
your very smile, your eyes, your small motions
and your bright dress
while familiar, innermost, essential
you entice to a blissful potential.
Satish Verma, 3 february 2014
VICTORY OF FALL
One unthinkably hostile debate
started in a colosseum:
a path to kill the clemency.
A comatose truth was listening to lies.
They were pointingly arguing about
the nukes option to bring about the peace
and prosperity on the strife torn earth.
Total anihilation will initiate a new world.
Troubled times; the failure of sacramental thread
to tie the god. The king presides over
the sweaty palms which failed the swords.
Deprivation will breed the contempt for theater.
Horses were ready to disobey the order.
Shoes were thrown on altar.
The eyes were everywhere in the wounds, stained
with guilt, never to celebrate the victory.
Satish Verma
Greg, 2 february 2014
The Comfort Song
Cringe the pharaoh maiden
The expectorate that lays within
To decimate the soul
Of the remaining ounce of control
Which if relinquished
Will make me more whole
Than you could ever be
I need the competition
Because the blue sky is not free
It is the lost attempts of a vapid past
The ghost of masters
Sitting silent upon the grief stricken raft
With wrath of ages
And unexpected wagers
To call hollow sounds into
The nights that don’t last
And when the first two verses
Are left behind
The nonsense become climactic
Like the rhythms of the Rhine
In which nothing is forsaken
And no soul can ever look
At the indolence
And poetry
The street fractured
Illusion
The type casted forensics
Of an experience that is no longer me
Cringe the pharaoh’s maiden
Hint silent at the waning light
For if the neon comes crashing down
At least the sound will implode
Keep quiet for the children playing ball
On the open fields with their fathers
Lay silent on the grass
Looking up at the golden flowers
Sit against a tree
And warmth brushes my face
With the embrace of a serpent
That has come to steal my soul
I exist only to let you down
To enamor the dull-witted and soul dead
With witty catch phrases
And to speak only of the witty catch phrases
To cut myself down in my external form
Perceptible to me
Through the eye glass of illusion
Seen by me
As the light that can’t subside
I try to die inside
And I know that one day I will
But the beaten child
Has grown too strong
To lay dormant any longer
And so I raise my head and cry out with a scream
I am not what I seem
This is my ego, this is my fear
I am the unspeakable
And so I can never share
…farewell to the sullen ground
Hello to the roots of despair
Satish Verma, 2 february 2014
A SICK UNCERTAINTY
Rhetoric had a theme
like crab-grass to destroy the lawn.
Fly ash had submerged the legacy of sane lips.
The river drifts between the broken walls
of binge soaring. Tension was descending
in the lanterns who were flickering hopelessly.
Was there any need of autopsy of dark secrets?
The terror burns the bed. You don’t get a wink
of sleep. Between bubble and sky, wrapped up
afterlife aches. You wear the blindness, then slide
in grey fog. The hypocrisy and violence will wolk
side by side.
Do not touch the leftovers. A vulgarity
of expansion! Step aside from the continuum.
I will wait for you.
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 1 february 2014
Salt And Light
In this world, where wrong is right, we are to be Salt and Light,
That, as we live out this life, by the teachings, of Jesus Christ,
His salt and light in a world, so Truth in our lives we will herald,
As our lives reflect His Truth, with salt and light as living proof.
Even during a life of persecution, in the world darkened by sin,
For great shall be our reward, if today, we truly serve The Lord,
As we are led by His staff and rod, to live for the glory of God,
Today, focused upon eternity, we’re salt and light for all to see.
Through The Word we are taught, to function today as His Salt,
Listening to what Jesus said, salt, in this life, we are to spread,
In a world that’s filled with need, as we sow for Him much seed,
This, while being salt for everyone, for the Glory, of God’s Son.
In this world we’re God’s Light, for all those walking in the night,
Light to all who haven’t believed, for by Satan they’re deceived,
So we’re to lead them to Christ, so they too, can have New Life,
A New Life in Christ this very day, as God’s Light leads the way.
We’re salt to give thirst to men, so they too, can be Born Again,
Born of God, to be Christ’s light, to lead others out of the night;
More salt and light is needed friend, for serving God is our end,
This, to better the life of everyone, by the Gospel of God’s Son.
(Copyright ©02/2014 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 1 february 2014
The Doctrine of Christ
While abiding in the doctrine of Christ, we have hope of Eternal Life,
With The Truths Christ would impart, unto every true, believing heart,
Describing a sevenfold foundation, which, undergirds our Salvation,
A Salvation in which we can trust, all through our Lord, Christ Jesus.
First, God has just one true Body, One True Church for you and me,
A Body, where Christ is The Head, as others remain spiritually dead;
Then, there’s only one Spirit of God, for all believers on earth’s sod,
Christ’s Spirit that leads us each day, to live life on The Narrow Way.
We’ve but, One Hope in this world, our hope in Christ that we herald,
The Hope we have in Jesus Christ, Who shall take us all to Paradise;
As the Body has but One Lord, Jesus Christ, the one Savior adored,
By all, who truly belong to God, Who leads us all, with staff and rod.
Fifth, we all have but one Faith, that we’ve come to by God’s Grace,
But one Faith, held by all God’s own, our faith in Jesus Christ alone;
Then, there’s only one Baptism, standing apart from every other ism,
Our baptism through God’s Spirit, when believing Truth as we hear it.
There’s but One God for all of us, The Eternal Father of Christ Jesus,
Our Eternal Father and Creator, Who gave to us, our Blessed Savior;
All of these are found in our foundation, right from God’s Revelation,
Our foundation on which we stand, until we reach the Promised Land.
(Copyright ©06/2011 Bob Gotti)
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