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Satish Verma, 23 december 2013

SLEEPLESSNESS

Through the elements of fear in faith
you become vulnerable to conversing legends.
The reclining god was stolen from the temple
for a weeping skull.

Red clover will interrogate the blurred sky
for domestic violence of dark themes. Ashes
in a terracotta urn were not involved
of a body disrobed. A prosaic

flight of birds was circling around a humpback
sleeping on a lone bench.There were no qualms
in valley of ebbing coat of arms.

You want to coax the nuts and screws
to shut the thousand windows.
A pinhole camera may not be able to capture the light.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 22 december 2013

Unbecoming

A gunny sack was full of bleached skulls.
What now? Do I attend the auction
of mortal wounds in hidden valley of dust?
The arsenal of seductive weapons was a snub
to your culture when the fall of extremes
was overlapping the sunset of empire.

I am going to take my walk in the hell of fire
raging in petunias. The emotions are becoming
volatile after the rape of a child. Is there any
medicine for rape? Nowhere on earth, the violence
stops moving shirtless. The dead century hangs
from the eyelashes, traces the dried up tears.

Some people think, bricks are weightier than
truth. They burn the buses under a weeping
willow. A high caste god will not glaze beyond
the frozen lake of crutches. Belongings on a
striped road vanish in books. A hate gift
drops on tulips.

Satish Verma

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Bob Gotti, 21 december 2013

Revealed In His Son

About that baby, Christ The Lord, people on earth cannot afford,
To forget about the one who came, in the Power of God’s Name;
He came as both man and God, from Heaven to this earthly sod,
Coming for God’s nation Israel, and all the nations per God’s will.

The one who came for all of us, was to be given the name Jesus,
For by the power given Him, He’d save His people, from their sin,
The angel would go on to tell, he’d be given the name Emmanuel,
Describing the presence of Jesus; a name meaning “God with us”.

He came to set His people free, but they had eyes that didn’t see,
He was that One spoken of, by the prophets, from Heaven above,
And so Christ turned from Israel, to other nations with His Gospel,
From Jerusalem, into every nation, God would send His Salvation.

Christ turned His light to the world, with the Age of Grace unfurled,
As the Church began at Pentecost; its mission to reach all the lost,
With all the Authority given to Him, to save a world dying from sin,
In the last days, by God, revealed, for man to be spiritually healed.

Born a baby to die as God’s Lamb, but rose again, being the I Am,
He’s coming back in power again; who will be accountable, all men!
Today, being the day of salvation, all must embrace His Revelation,
For a man to enter into eternal life, they must embrace Jesus Christ.

(Copyright ©12/2013 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 21 december 2013

Peace For The Future

With our dark journey behind, we need from God, peace of mind,
Regarding just what our future holds, as this present life unfolds,
God needs to help all my family, to see He’s still God of Eternity,
Ways He used to help us through, God above will continue to do.

Together we must trust God above, in all things that we speak of,
To trust the Lord with all our heart, Truth, which we mustn’t depart,
Acknowledging Him in all our ways, relying upon Him all our days,
And The Lord will direct our path, through our journey’s aftermath.

Our journey has been a long one, and at times, very far from fun,
But, even in the darkest place, our Lord supplied abundant grace,
Grace which came always on time, not by ours but God’s design,
As He walks us through this life, to build our faith in Jesus Christ.

The future can be uncertain to us, and so we look to Christ Jesus,
Although it may be unsure at best, He has helped us in every test,
As The Lord God molds my family, for a future He called Eternity,
Where uncertainty won’t be found, not on earth but eternal ground.

On The Rock we’ll need to stand, in the times we don’t understand,
Not relying upon what we know, but trusting in what God will show,
Through His Power and His Grace, as, in God, we live out our faith,
Preparing each of us in His Son, for a future home in His Kingdom.

(Copyright ©10/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 21 december 2013

Around Another Bend

With a thankful heart I raise, a heart of thanks to God in praise,
For seeing me thru another bend, as I wait for the ultimate end,
That time ahead, when I shall be, back on my feet, cancer free,
Until then, I look to my God, Who’s comforted me with His rod.

Through chemo and two surgeries, I’m now again on my knees,
Asking for His Grace and Mercies, to do just as The Lord sees;
An unpleasant stay at the hospital, but, I know I’m in God’s will,
For it’s times like this He will shine, for I am His and He is mine.

In a hospital and now back home, God cares for me as his own,
And in this stressful time of life, it’s through a caring loving wife,
Helping me through post surgery, well beyond her care normally,
With grace, comfort and her love, that is directed by God above.

I pray for God’s peace of mind, as God puts my surgery behind.
For helping us both to look ahead, filled with His Peace instead,
As The Lord leads me day to day, not in mine, but in God’s way,
For God’s desire in my life, is Glory and Praise, for Jesus Christ.

It’s not mine to know how or why, but, to only trust God on high,
Who has led me this whole journey, even in ways I could not see,
So, I shall again trust in God alone, to guide me from His Throne,
To hear those words spoken to me, that I’m now truly cancer free.

(Copyright ©10/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 21 december 2013

A Generic God

“Oh my God”, an often heard phrase, empty words uttered these days,
This not the God The Bible speaks of, The One, Who reigns up above,
As He said, “Don’t speak my Name”, hastily spoken, just taken in vain,
He is The Lord, many do not fear, speaking vainly, all over this sphere.

Most people who travel this sod, believe in something, they call a god,
This god isn’t The God of the Bible, One to whom we all shall be liable,
A generic god, many men herald, not God above, but one of the world,
Gods that have been created by men; gods, who Christ shall condemn.

The generic god’s held up by many, varying views, by which are plenty,
Embraced by people of all kinds, deep thinkers and even small minds,
So whatever men want to believe, this is the god, that they can receive,
And no changes are required of them, as their god will never condemn.

They may or not believe in Heaven, a belief tainted with spiritual leaven,
Changing instead, God’s Eternal Truth, so they are heading for reproof,
Also, as far as most men can tell, many of those do not believe in Hell,
As one’s death is final in their eyes, seeing no life at all, after man dies.

Now there’s men who once believed, but by Satan have been deceived,
Teaching all men shall find a place, in Heaven, apart from God’s Grace,
This is all part of man’s falling away, to a generic god we hear of today,
Falling from God’s Solid Ground, to another god, that will not be found.

(Copyright ©09/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 21 december 2013

I Am God’s

I am on this day well and fine, for I am God’s and He is mine,
He sought me from His Throne, claiming me as His very own,
And He is my God, I truly claim, this, as I call upon His Name,
As I fellowship with my Lord, through His Spirit in one accord.

By The Lord God I was sought, and with a price I was bought,
The precious blood of Christ, God’s required matchless price,
A price that I could never pay, and so The Savior made a way,
To bring me into God’s Family, through that Cross, at Calvary.

My Heavenly Father, God now is, saved through Christ Jesus,
My Lord and God I speak of, is The Eternal Creator up above,
Not only is Christ my Creator, He, is also my Lord and Savior,
Although The Creator of the world, He is my God, I can herald.

It was God, who loved me first, a time when I was at my worst,
Never once was I seeking Him, while blinded from my dark sin,
And yet He moved on my heart, drawing my life to a new start,
Living life as a New Creation, through the God of my salvation.

God led me into a New Life, guided by my Savior Jesus Christ,
Leading me out of the dark night, into my Savior’s saving light,
To walk on God’s narrow way, with God beside me day to day,
So life this day is well and fine, for I am God’s and He is mine.

(Copyright ©09/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Satish Verma, 21 december 2013

CHRONIC WAIT

When a full moon was taking a bath
by the serene lake, you moved about in
abandoned identity, your sides flaring up.

A slate gray nubion cloud was tossed
around by a tall tree. Hotstepping you despaired
to prevent a stillbirth of a genre

in genocide of anonymous flora viberating
in cyberscape of ominus sentences. The
exhibitionist was taking over the podium. Petit mal

brings the heels down of worshippers anointing
a pair of sandals. Someone goes a non-linear
fashion, denies the holocaust and howling.

Hospice was needed for non-believers in any
case. A continuum of exurbs intercedes in the
slaughter of bovine names.

Satish Verma

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Milena Sušnik Falle, 20 december 2013

NI LAHKO RAZUMETI - SPRIJAZNJENO

Rasla sem -
kot drobno seme,
zasejano v žejno sušino,
negotovo dohajala
ustvarjeno za čas,
navzven mrko,
kot zamotan dež,
ki umiva bel kamen –
spontano motrila množice,
valjane z množico,
skozi vijugaste tunele
trpko zmedenih idealov,
ki so polzeli v kosti,
razdvajali realnost;
v veri dolgoživosti
sproti vozlala nov svet
za zaklad vdolbin trenutkov
samotolažbe – ko na tleh,
nimaš več kam pasti
in skozi štrene obupa
neustavljivo pronica
eno samo slovo.

Brez gub na čelu,
privlačno mrtvim poljem
svoje razsežnosti,
nisem zmogla risati večere
v črtah zoreče ajde;
skozi navado svojih oči
resnici primikala razdalje -
zanikala brazgotine bojazni,
prikrito v videzu rastja,
hotenega v iskanju sebe
nikoli dokončala;
moja rast v višino
preostalega življenja,
ne potolaženo hrepenenje
v poletu utrujenih kril,
kot simbol suhocvetke Immortelle,
v vazi brez vode zavrte rasti;
razpotje začrtane usode
ponazarja dve različici,
pregnanih in preganjanih
pestečih misli in potlačenih čustev.
Ni lahko razumeti – sprijaznjeno.

Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija

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Milena Sušnik Falle, 20 december 2013

POBRATENA S TIŠINO

Tako dolgo se že sprašujem…
o občutljivih popoldnevih,
gostih poletnih večerih julija,
okrašenih s spiralnimi rjuhami
drobnih nebesnih znamenj,
prehodna ležišča moje samote,
tiha brezimna pribežališča
hrepenenj votlih glasov
skozi odrinjena sanjava leta -
odmevna vsakomur
na svoj način –
da začenjam dojemati
minljivost miline kot obledel
kalejdoskop tankočutnosti,
izgubljeno raven plimovanja
skritih zalivov oceana življenja,
kjer se znova in znova
kiralno prepirajo zame,
umrljiva poletja.

Tako dolgo se že sprašujem…
…pobratena s tišino,
da besede pomenijo
izničenje stvari,
odrezan prag labirintu
prividov sanj,
ker si upam
skozi svoj čas agonije,
radovednih oči
gasiti zublje duše,
neodrešeno verjeti
v pogrešan letni čas,
toplino milostnih sledi
voditi na ruševine sna,
kot zadnji način zavetja,
pod okriljem smiljenja sebi;
brez sonca v grlu,
skozi praznino stvari,
snubim poletna razodetja.

Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija

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Latest items:

poetry

SLEEPLESSNESS

Unbecoming

Revealed In His Son

Peace For The Future

Around Another Bend

A Generic God

I Am God’s

CHRONIC WAIT

NI LAHKO RAZUMETI - SPRIJAZNJENO

POBRATENA S TIŠINO

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