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Gert Strydom, 8 october 2013

Outside a wild wind is blowing

Outside a wild, warm west wind is blowing
but in the depths of your arms I did find rest.

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Gert Strydom, 8 october 2013

Sometimes your eyes do catch mine

Sometimes just for a moment your eyes do catch mine
and I am lost in their depths.
Sometimes I see small bird tracks
from the times that you do laugh
and sometimes you do smile brightly
like the summer sun.

Sometimes your eyes are turbid
as if the season of winter
does continue forever sadly,
as if the night will never again past

and sometimes your eyes are full of hope
like a new spring that does arrive
and you do change me
to also notice the bright light

in everything that has been, that is
and that has still got to happen.

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Satish Verma, 8 october 2013

GENERATION

untouchable that bleeds, lonely
in black sky, that haunting moon
walks gingerly on quivering sea:
lovers killed in shame in broad daylight
by gunshots before a crowd; some possessed
maniacs turning the clock back: history
lets go the leaves, the autumn,

trees stand naked, not malevolent
but want to poach upon the wrong side
of faith; my vision starts failing,
crosses the river in ancient lingua franca
joining the broken hearts

i was apprehensive, clouds come and
go, each death becomes a daisy

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 7 october 2013

Walking on the riverbank

Weavers fly to and thro
going over the river
with there nests hanging
in the willow trees
where the leaves becomes alive
in the slight breeze

and with silver crystal spray
an African red-knobbed coot
flies up screaming from the riverbed
disturbed by my squelching tread

and crowned plovers are more agitated
while I walked along the riverbank
As if I am placing my feet on holy ground.

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Gert Strydom, 7 october 2013

The Serengeti Plain

(after Jan F. E, Cilliers)

Long ago the Spirit of God glided over me
when God created everything of which I do exist
and at that time everything was perfect,
my fields and flowers were still untouched
but the snake with its evil
did disguise itself in a tree
and everything was wonderful and good
until man came to sin, pain and death.

I did experience the big flood
when water fell forty days from heaven
and did stretch right over me, when kind of life was killed,
I did hear the thunder roaring ominous,
felt the crust of the earth break and tear at places
when the earth did divide into different continents,
did once more see and feel the sun
with butterflies, bees, birds and animals playing upon me

but now I do sleep while seasons come and go
and I lay waiting in my eternal rest
for God to come again over this earth
on His big re-creation day
and the blood of man and animals does flow
while this old world’s time is running out
but continually I am astounded by the day breaking
by flowers, plants, trees and animals
and it’s as if each day comes with new hope.

On my bosom the grass grows luxuriant
where wild game graze peacefully
and here and there a leopard sneaks around
but without fear a herd of giraffes walk past
until a male lion roars in the distance
and then a dust cloud rises
when all kinds of animals go rigid
and gallop away in fear into all directions.

When in the late afternoon the sun hangs lower
Long shadows are thrown by the acacia trees
when a tranquillity and silence lingers
and birds fly up and down and twitter without fear
and baboons gather together in big groups,
while meercats hop up and down in the long grass,
when springbucks triple around playfully
and a crocodile splash into the water.

[Reference: “Die vlakte” (The Plain) by Jan F. E, Cilliers.]

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Satish Verma, 7 october 2013

LOCKED

Stealing stones from skinny faces
snipers scratch the colors
of a withered moon at night.

It was anti-rape rally, the footsteps
falling in unison, the blood running out
of strange fruits

and we topple the golden grass under
the toes, hissing at tall trees who could
not protect us from descending fog.

There was no truce. They will not
lay down the arms on table before
sun rises to resuscitate.

The pilot has died on controls. Snarled-up
fingers will not let go the wheels.
The pain has no other name.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 6 october 2013

DEATH'S WINGS

Tryst with enemy
bakes the earth.
I am standing firm on dust of times
with rising threat. In vloaks, under the fading
moon they had come,
plundered my yard of truth and blackened
the face of an ancient statue of sun god.

The terror walks on streets
sequencing the genome of unborns
in womb; soot was settling in the lungs
of windows. Tomorrow night word by word
memory will be mauled, uncovering
the pyramids of fear.

Satish Verma

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Bron Dayvid, 6 october 2013

Saturday Morning

It was a cool Saturday morning
The dew from the lawn seasoned the air
With a refreshing scent that floated on a gust of wind right into our open bedroom window

She kisses my chest and gives me new breath
Everything magnifies

The slight breeze becomes a magnificent whirlwind
That gently lifts and carries two souls off into eternity –
A perpetual state of free fall

Holding on to nothing but each other
The souls' eyes never part
Never glance forwards or backwards
Never losing the captivating captivity each has found in the other's gaze

She kisses my lips and the love persists
Everything magnifies

The sunlight tiptoeing through the blinds
Suddenly bursts into enormous flames engulfing all
Fermenting two hearts to dive into the pit of its fiery warmth
To let the sensation of the heat of the moment braze the two hearts into one

Inseparable intertwined
Indestructible enshrined
In this bed we lie

And then she asks
Why do you love me?

Hmm.

Why does the wind blow, brushing against your soft skin?
Why does the sun shine, illuminating and radiating your beauty?
Why does the earth spin, as two spirits dance and twirl in harmony?
And why does one "try" to love, when love is the universe?

So you see I love you……….period.

There is no one reason
Or one word or phrase
That can adequately express this more than what the universe has already provided

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Bob Gotti, 5 october 2013

His Commission Is Our Mission

Though we live in darker times, will still must obey God’s Design,
For all who belong to Jesus Christ, as we live out this earthly life,
Although the nations go astray, Christ’s Message, is here to stay,
As His Gospel Message we impart, to every lost and needy heart.

We are all to remain occupied friend, for our Savior up to the end,
All believers are on a mission, to fulfill Christ’s Great Commission,
To live out life sharing our faith, until the end of this Age of Grace,
When The Lord will turns the page, as Grace ends closing this Age.

Until that time, we must witness, per the command of Christ Jesus,
Proclaiming to every land and nation, the Good News of Salvation,
In the name of the Father, Son and Spirit, to all men who will hear it,
All the teachings of Christ’s Gospel, until His Commission we fulfill.

From this mission, we’re not to stray, even while in the darkest day,
But continuing to share Christ’s light, even during the darkest night,
It’s the Gospel believers impart, for only Truth changes one’s heart,
As unchanging Truths of Jesus Christ, leads man to a changed life.

Changing us, by Truths we’ve heard, to share with others The Word,
Saving Truth of The Word of God, wherever The Savior has us trod,
With The Gospel, we’ve been sent, to be The Lord’s faithful servant,
Desiring to hear the words “well done”, from the heart of God’s Son.

(Copyright ©10/2013 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 5 october 2013

Eternal God of Glory

The God of all Heaven and earth, The Only One of eternal worth,
Came to this earth for each of us, through The Son Christ Jesus,
He came to earth, in order to give, an eternal view to all who live,
A perspective that leads to eternal life, in The Lord, Jesus Christ.

The heavens and earth will perish He’s the one we are to cherish,
As The Eternal God and Creator, who came to earth to be Savior,
As Heaven and earth pass away, Christ offers man an eternal way,
God, who made Heaven and earth, fits us for eternity by new birth.

An eternal worth God gives to all, all believers, both big and small,
All those, who come to Jesus Christ, God grants them Eternal Life,
A new life, in Christ, that they’d begin, while still in this world of sin,
But through the power of salvation, they’re given a new destination.

Believers are born of a heavenly birth, now pilgrims upon this earth,
Upon a path, which starts at Calvary, that shall take us into Eternity,
In Christ we’re God’s New Creation, through the Power of Salvation,
Now set apart to live life for God, as we journey on this earthly sod.

We’ve been set apart, for God’s Glory, all part of His Eternal Story,
As Christ saves souls, like you and me, to be part of God’s Family,
As The Lord grants us eternal merit, while from Him believers inherit,
The Righteousness of Jesus Christ, so that we will enter Eternal Life.

(Copyright ©10/2013 Bob Gotti)

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Outside a wild wind is blowing

Sometimes your eyes do catch mine

GENERATION

Walking on the riverbank

The Serengeti Plain

LOCKED

DEATH'S WINGS

Saturday Morning

His Commission Is Our Mission

Eternal God of Glory

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