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Bron Dayvid, 2 december 2013

She Wonders

I wonder if she thinks about me
A selfish thought indeed

As if I was ever that important
As if I didn't wish I still was
But the mind forgets what the heart obscures
And we have lost more than touch

Time - my wonderful companion has become a mortal enemy

I wonder if she still thinks about me
A selfish thought indeed

Because I only think of her in moments like this
A fleeting feeling that can't be trusted
So infectious and corrupted

I wonder if she still thinks about me

In the morning or before she rests her head
I wonder if I cross her mind even though another may lie in her bed

I don't dream about her
But I slip sometimes and my mind runs
The thing I desire has no reality parallel to this one's

But again
I do not dream about her
Though I am in a dream
I wonder if I'll wake
I wonder if she dreams

I wonder if she thinks about me
Maybe I should call
A number that is no more known then she
A 5 a 3 I can’t recall

I wonder if she still knows mine
I would answer if she did
I wouldn't know it was her but I'd hope it would be
And even if it wasn't I still would hope

That she thinks of me
At least once
Because sometimes I can't stop
And I know it's selfish because I know she never had a choice
Only mine only me

I wonder if she still thinks of me
And if so
I wonder if it's a positive thought
Or was I a mistake
Surely a thought I regret even thinking
But it is far too late

I wonder if she thinks of me
A little or a lot
I wonder if she knows sometimes I can't stop

Like this time
And the time long ago
And a few weeks before then
And another month or so even then
All the way to the last thought of her that I had

It's been awhile since then
Maybe I’m making progress
Maybe I haven't thought of her as much as I would like to think I do

I think I think too much

I wonder if she does too

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Satish Verma, 2 december 2013

SANTHARA *

When honeycomb started dripping,
he stopped eating and climbed a sand dune
for the last journey.Pall-bearers were ready
for blunt futurism ceding to a deliberate defeat.

Hunger was his turbulent empire, resting
his hands on the shoulders of rocked time
for the purification of greed and spurting desires.
His only mechanical aid was his pen.

Into the half century of geckoes getting rid
of tails when a monkey was found in the stomach
of a croc.Toons themselves spread out mocking
the winter of hexagonal windows. Grey birds

started melting on the burnt-out grasses.
Lions walked on identical twins of nudes.
A wet kiss of death ensured the beautiful
ceasation. Yellow roses opened the frigid body.

* A soulful ritual of Jainism when a person seeks death voluntarily and stops eating and drinking.

Satish Verma

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mvvenkataraman, 1 december 2013

A Calm Dealing will be Healing

Better to do away with excitement
Even though that is supremely tough
As often we land into a deep trouble
By offering highly tough promises

By keeping our cool, we surprise all
As they are bewildered by our act
We never suffer as we don’t blunder
Mainly because we control our mind

In a happy mood, if we make a gift
We may have to regret surely later
If that may affect our prosperity
Is not that an act of ignorance?

Practice to control mind and tongue
As both may slip inadvertently always
Once we establish our supremacy
Our life is traveling on a safe route

In a nutshell, let out not emotions
Calmly muse before taking a step
Find out practically its benefits
Go ahead with a control in speed.

mvvenkataraman

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Satish Verma, 30 november 2013

ONE ANTHOS

Someone connects a bonsai to elemental peat.
Your visual collides a clay bite
of water, deepening the bottom of invisible fence.
My primrose was waiting for you.

Polychromes become volatile. An inventive
missile leaves the trace for a predator to scoop
an angel. I was afraid of wrinkles, the
disjunctive pain. Only an insane can walk
over the fire. The cat’s claw will take hold of freedom,
the bleeding wound of mutual hate.

I sit listening to ceasefire, shirtless soldiers
cleaning their guns, you still seek the empty vessel.

Satish Verma

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Bob Gotti, 29 november 2013

Left And Right

Can one embrace darkness and light, as one is wrong and one is right,
For those who know Christ Jesus, that answer is in His Righteousness,
Following His Spirit that dwells within, while in a world of darkened sin,
Those who are of Christ’s Light, cannot embrace man’s wrong as right.

Politically there’s the left and right, opposing views, like day and night,
Each one goes in different ways, seeking not God’s, but man’s praise,
Different ways, for a different cause, it should make a Christian pause,
Asking what does God’s Word say, as to both the cause and their way.

Today on the left many people walk, being guided by man’s liberal talk,
While to the right, many others will go; what is their end, we don’t know;
To the left, the fool’s heart leans, creating the many very liberal scenes,
While to the right wise men shall trod, but, their majority still avoid God.

To the left and right many will stray, never knowing the Lord’s only way,
Not out of man’s political deliberation, but from God’s Holy Revelation,
As many today wander in the night, far from our Lord’s Righteous Light,
Never finding God’s way of Truth, while moving a nation to His Reproof.

If leaders should continue to stray, God’s Judgment will not be far away,
As Rome should be a reminder to all, that even great nations too will fall,
Continuing their dark agendas friend, judgment for us, could be our end,
As The Lord shall judge ever nation, according to God’s Holy Revelation.

(Copyright ©10/2013 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 29 november 2013

Truly Thankful

Today I am truly thankful Lord, for all, to me, that you afford,
For all the peace along the way, that you grant me every day,
On mountain high or valley low, you are there to let me know,
Upon a path, both me and you, on my journey, you foreknew.

On my journey, there’s even more, in Jesus Christ, I’m secure,
When things about me tend to fail, in Christ alone I will prevail,
As you send much needed grace, while I’m in this earthly race,
While on my way to the finish line, on a course of your design.

On this journey, that I speak of, you lead me daily from above,
Guiding me in love all my days, as you teach to me your ways,
Ways, I don’t always understand, as you hold me in your hand,
On the path planned out for me, while you guide me to eternity.

In you, my Lord, I always find rest, through any trial or any test,
Rest, in the most troubled of days, when only you, I can praise,
As you give me an assuring calm, while I’m safely in your palm,
In your hand to stay through all, the earthly trials, big and small.

You afford me, on this journey, so much on my way to eternity,
With so much more ahead for us, who abide in The Lord Jesus,
And till we see our eternal place, we’re sustained by your grace,
Filling us with peace and love, while we long to be home above.

(Copyright ©02/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 29 november 2013

Through Every Day

The Lord has and shall always; see me through all my days,
Whatever will come before me, His Gracious hand I will see,
As my life The Lord does guide, with my Savior by my side,
Through any task, large or small, He’s the Lord God over all.

I seek God’s face in the morning, before any trial or warning,
When talking to Him, anywhere, my Lord God’s always there,
I just share what’s on my heart, knowing to me He will impart,
Calm, for another day down here, as I cast to Him every fear.

I always reach the Throne of Grace, any time, from any place,
To talk about issues at hand, all things I may not understand,
God may not alter the day ahead, but He’s always, like I said,
There, whenever I need to talk, anywhere along my daily walk.

Each day from beginning to end, I speak to God, as a friend,
Who helps me with doubt I face, to supply the needed grace,
Always an ear along the way, to help me through another day,
And in God, I’m always assured, I am in the Hand of my Lord.

In my days, as they come and go, this for sure I always know,
I’m guided by The Lord above, who leads me daily in His love,
And when I pause to talk to Him, He fills me with peace within,
Through the day into the night, He is always, my guiding Light.

(Copyright ©02/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 29 november 2013

Worship

Worshippers by God are sought, from the souls He has bought,
Every believer bought by Christ, to worship throughout their life;
The worship that God does seek, is more than just once a week,
It’s far beyond a weekly throng, of believers lifting up their song.

Worship is not in part, but whole, all one’s mind, body, and soul,
We’re to worship in spirit and Truth, with active worship as proof,
Worshipfully seeking God’s face, this, at any time and any place,
Truly lifting up our heart to Him, with worshipful intent not a whim.

We worship any time or hour, compelled by love and Holy power.
As we truly lift up our heart to God, anywhere on this earthly sod,
Lifting up Worship to The Lord, worthy to be praised and adored,
For all that The Lord God has done, in giving to us His Only Son.

Our worship is for every nation, a worshipful praise for Salvation,
God’s Salvation, offered to us, through The Savior, Christ Jesus,
Worshipfully telling Salvation’s story, all to the Lord God’s Glory,
Thinking on Him, we truly rejoice, lifting up praise, with one voice.

Compared to God we’re quite small, so we worship Christ in awe,
Bowing our hearts in humbleness, as we extol His Righteousness,
For he had left His Eternal Throne, to redeem us as His very Own,
So, we go on in worshipful praise, throughout all our earthly days.

(Copyright ©02/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 29 november 2013

By God

By God, we were sealed, when we were spiritually healed,
Sealed by The Savior Himself, His seal appears in stealth,
To all outside of Jesus Christ, but we’re sealed in this life,
In a New Life, God will reveal, in all, marked with His Seal.

By God, we were saved, when sinfully lost and depraved,
Saved by His Spirit above, through God’s wonderful love,
It was God, who loved us first, when we were at our worst,
In spite of how we behaved, by His Grace we were saved.

By God, we were sought, as new creations being wrought,
While we were not seeking Him, truly lost in a world of sin,
He not only found all of us, but, led us to The Lord Jesus,
By Whom, we were bought, saving all who He had sought.

By God, we were redeemed, unbelievable it really seemed,
Yet He bought us on earth, imputing to us His Son’s worth,
It is The Lord’s Righteousness, that God has granted to us,
His Righteousness is what beams, from those He redeems.

The Spirit’s seal is our guarantee, that we shall live eternally,
Saved out of this world of sin, God’s Spirit now lives within,
It was God Who sought His own, from His Heavenly Throne,
Redeeming men, in this life, to live forever with Jesus Christ.

(Copyright ©02/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Gert Strydom, 29 november 2013

I cannot forget

I cannot forget
how unnoticed
for a week we follow tracks

where women terrorists
go to a native village
to trade their bodies

and they bring back food

and leave weapons, ammunition, landmines
and hand-grenades at that place

how that women
break away unnoticed from that village
and plant landmines in a road

and a farmer and his wife and child
with their pickup truck lie blown to bits

and I wonder if those people
did not also want a life?

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