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Gert Strydom, 24 january 2014

Although all humans are ephemeral (cavatina)

Although all humans are ephemeral,
let us this night
in a certain kind of fidelity
find our delight,
act as if we both are truly godly,
as without fright
our dear love could outlast everything
as in it we could be ever living.

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Satish Verma, 24 january 2014

FALTERING TONGUE

He did not want anything
after the sex and death of a protagonist.
Rebuffed and sliced through the body,
the onus was left on toxic mix.

He died in deprivation, in intensity
of hunger and fluidity of thirst.
The quartet of grenades stretched too far
the indemnity of shell shocked apostles.

A clan lost the sense of hearing.
A mystic odyssey of massacre, raising
the doubt of gifts in heaven. The starchy
statements and commands scattering.

Satish Verma

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Joe Breunig, 23 january 2014

Poem: Not Concerned

O my Lord, I am not concerned,
with things that do not involve me.
Let all forms of pride or haughtiness,
be set aside and permanently forgotten.
Let me bask under Your righteousness.

O my Lord, I am not concerned,
with silly, worldly desires of vanity,
which are solely designed to distract me.
As one of Your children, let me be content
with my Kingdom purpose and Your decrees.

O my Lord, I am not concerned,
with the weariness of this human flesh,
since I have chosen to place my hope in You.
Thank You, for My strength and satisfaction.
So now, I wait patiently for my breakthrough.

O my Lord, I am not concerned,
with retribution for wrongs against me,
but allow me to always carry forgiveness.
Let Your joy be evident in my frail life,
spreading seeds of goodness and kindness.

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Psa 131; Eccl 2:11; Phil 4:11-12; Isa 5:16, 54:17;
Neh 8:10; Matt 6:14-15; Eph 1:7; 2 Cor 5:21

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.

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Gert Strydom, 23 january 2014

Our meeting was

Our meeting was a great decision of God,
like sunshine
that comes overwhelming after the rain,
as a wedge against pain
that for years had held onto our lives
and when you did appear
there was a deep gloss on your face,
and a smile with a heavenly kind of light.

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Satish Verma, 23 january 2014

TRAILING WAR

In search of peace
the free hand was inflicting casualities.
The kids were buried like insects in a rubble.

Step by step in speculation
the streets were livid with rustic murals
of splintered blood on walls.

The foxgloves had lobbed rockets
on tall heads. Beleaguered
eyes nailed to fire.

I am watching you my art,
to witness the agony of man.
Burn, burn my cupped hands with snatched words.

Satish Verma

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Anthony DiMichele, 23 january 2014

illumination

names with painted faces
breathless words illuminated
dying is a crazy dream
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Satish Verma, 22 january 2014

A TUMULTUOUS WELCOME

Tell me about the bluetoothed man,
of his stark naked truth, in toe
for a brief pause. The toll was mounting.
The tallest fraud of chilling facts. The city of
cold murders of hermaphrodite. The sex of
meanest level to become rich in seduction of wooly legs.
The wasps were hovering home. The stings
of famous wives.

Predicament of deficit bombs. Motivated artillary.
It is incursion of sterling thieving, of sisyphean
pain. The plaques were becoming honorable.
The spoon bills landing on dry lake.

Bracing the embattled knees, I dismantle my
life to start again from living the
death of beautiful.

Satish Verma

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xxxxoxox, 22 january 2014

A Dead Heart Beat

Lets play a little game,
But the price is a heart beat,
Anyone can join,
But you must follow me,

Down this road of alcoholic pain,
Open your books, Take notes of the scene,
The bottle won't help,
And no one hears their screams,

Stand back and watch,
As they reach for the stars,
But they're too afraid to touch them,
They're cursed by their scares.

Do you see how it hurts?
How the pain never ends?
Remember if you take a chance,
To never tie your hands,
Their screams never stop,
And their hearts don't beat,
All they want,
Is to feel, Like you and me.

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xxxxoxox, 22 january 2014

Far Too Long

I thought that I could run from you,
That I could leave you behind,
But you always seem to find me,
And take over my life,

I thought emptiness was a phase,
Like smoking dope to ease the pain,
I thought you would be gone by now,
I hoped I would be better somehow,

What do you do when you don't want to go on?
When your legs are to weak,
And the pain is to strong,
Do you wait for a little hope?
That you know will never come?

I don't understand,
How they all move on,
I don't understand,
How they don't feel wronged,

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Renato N. Mascardo, 22 january 2014

lines written on her birth date

remembering again

among the dwindling dendrites and dying neurons
where stored memories ineluctably ooze out and
dissolve into the nothingness of growing old
one thought clings steadfastly to the ruins of the past
a face a date a sense of friendship remain
untouched by the apoptotic forgetting in the old
bright flashing embers within the dying smokeless flames//

renato

on 22 january 2014

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Although all humans are ephemeral (cavatina)

FALTERING TONGUE

Poem: Not Concerned

Our meeting was

TRAILING WAR

illumination

A TUMULTUOUS WELCOME

A Dead Heart Beat

Far Too Long

lines written on her birth date

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