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Joe Breunig, 21 november 2013

Poem: Quiet Life

With nothing to prove
and no one to impress,
it was my Godly mindset
that lowered my stress.

With an identity in Him,
I found absolute Love,
with His grace and mercies
flowing from Heaven above.

From minding my work
and my own business,
it became much easier
to joyfully confess…

that Biblical principles
were successful for Christ;
so my truest ambition
is to lead a quiet life.

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Lam 3:22-32; 1 Thes 4:11

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.

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Gert Strydom, 21 november 2013

At times to me you are lovely

At times to me you are lovely,
yet solemn and somewhat serene
sometimes with expressesions I have never seen
as you in love daily do regard me

while at times love feels like slavery
and your beauty and sheer loveliness
is sometimes somewhat hard in words to express
as I am caught and never want to be free.

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Gert Strydom, 21 november 2013

My darling has got tiger-eyes

My darling has got tiger-eyes that sometimes glisten
as if a golden colour is hidden deep in the brown,
as if the darkness of them
holds a hidden kind of light

and so my darling’s eyes do glisten
gold as the sun
that hangs in an open blue sky
as if with the heat of them
she wants to cover my skin.

Sometimes I want to be lost in the depths of her eyes,
sometimes I want to be soulless,
want to forget myself totally
and only want to know of our love.

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Satish Verma, 21 november 2013

ECHOES

It was burning again
like goldenrods in drift valley of ethnic hate.
You start climbing down deeper in fear
holding tight your identity.

The anguish of ruined home
under the shadows of bribed hands,
runs on the bodies of pilgrims
who were protecting the unborn baby.

Along the shores of morality, a prodigal
becomes a martyr, forever a blind rock
in the womb of an infant truth, not yet
reached the gates of heaven.

A father begs for pardon, spawning the
tireless edicts, with its grieving craft
of burdens and weightlessness. The time’s predicament
will not tell the secret of death.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 20 november 2013

The ocean (cavatina)

Till eternity in and out waves sweep,
in sheer terror
at times storm tossed the strong breakers roar,
without error
the marks of low and high water is set,
joy and horror
her shining, flowing, living waters bring
while she exists without any feeling.

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Gert Strydom, 20 november 2013

While the day is cheery, sunlit and bright (cavatina)

Some jasmine, lavender, sage, thyme, violet
and the red rose,
daily exhale perfume, are scented
in their purpose
while poignant the butterfly, dragon-fly,
and small bee goes,
flying far beyond our scope of sight,
while the day is cheery, sunlit and bright.

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Satish Verma, 20 november 2013

AGAINST DEPORTATION

Ahead of pain, we did not cry;
intimating of dreams, crowded;
stranded on issues, reaching nowhere.

Black, a weired hairdo, unfurls a moon
in half-sleep. You can open the door
without sound. The snake writhes under your feet.

A traveler waits for a hymn, holds a green
urn, full of tiny eyes, looks at sky and returns
the darkness for any possibility of light.

The missile whistles down; hushed, gnarled
fingers start the rescue efforts in a lonely
cosmos; goldilocks starts howling.

Terror strikes again in offering, so far
about nothingness; a vague, masked scapegoat
sits in bold greens, to start the beginning of end.

Satish Verma

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Nightrayne, 19 november 2013

When you look into my eyes

I'm far from perfect,
closer to broken inside,
not the angel you see
when you look into my eyes.
I've wished you didn't love me,
'cause I know I'll never deserve you.
You're so much better than I'll ever be.

I've wished I could walk away
set you free,
but I'm selfish inside,
I could never let you go.
I'll hold on to you
till my fingers bleed
and I drown in my own tears.
I'll hold on to you
till the day you look past the love in my eyes
to see the devil inside.
I'll hold on to you,
and live each day
to become the angel you see,
when you look into my eyes.

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Gert Strydom, 19 november 2013

While the days do run on

While the days do run on
at times there is a kind of hesitation,
a familiarity that you have been here
and outside it’s raining
and the nights are dark and silent
when dreams come as they will.

Together with you
I want to discover the whole world,
constantly I want to learn to know you better,
want to go for moments deeper into moments,
I want to hold you tenderly
until the night perishes in the morning,
during the bright day I want to be with you
and I want to read all of the unsaid things in your eyes.

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Gert Strydom, 19 november 2013

In a place with a bit of sun

I found you
in a place with a bit of sun,
where rays drew silky fingers over us
and I was covered by your body
when we bonded to something deeper
than I did know that we could.

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Poem: Quiet Life

At times to me you are lovely

My darling has got tiger-eyes

ECHOES

The ocean (cavatina)

While the day is cheery, sunlit and bright (cavatina)

AGAINST DEPORTATION

When you look into my eyes

While the days do run on

In a place with a bit of sun

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