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Gert Strydom, 27 september 2013

There is rain falling somewhere far away

There is rain falling somewhere far away
and I do smell it in the air
when just before dusk
we wander through our garden
and a lightning bolt
flashes in the distance like a searchlight

but the last glory of the sun
still glitters in your laughter
when you take my hand
and astonished like a child
look at one flower after the other.

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Satish Verma, 27 september 2013

THE RETREAT

The heritage. Storm of violence
in our chromosomes: perverts the senses.
Spooky fear of burnt houses, broken limbs,
utterly committing as witness of silent
unbuilding, as the future defies the
stunt of withdrawl.

Not for tomorrow, the mother weeps
for the exiled trespassers on dead sea.
Drowned corridor of sinking ship. The explosions,
feathers destroying the direction of winds.

Life picks up the rags of pride, of 'me'.
Terror waits on the lips of sorrow
like an obsessive maniac, ready to jump.

Some candle, bring me some light.

Satish Verma

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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 27 september 2013

Rift

Rift...adrift..grows,
For, so many broken vows.
A day...gloomy and grey,
Although, a Sun, bright and gay.
All bored, and busy...
All alone...within a family.
Millions surround,
Yet, my loneliness I flaunt.
Waking...working...sleeping,
Waking...working..sleeping,
..........................................
Waking...working...sleeping,
And a disillusionment,
And a death bed.

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Joe Breunig, 26 september 2013

Poem: Spiritual Secret (Broken Vessel)

With the inherent power of divine words,
I can wield spiritual swords of strength.
Although His presence can reside within me,
I must recognize His plan and truly see…

how I must conduct myself on a daily basis.
Moving forward with Faith in Christ Jesus,
I’m able to conquer all earthly circumstances
and rejoice in victory with my Lord of the Dance.

Overcoming fleshly struggles and fiery trials,
is but one aspect of the frail, human condition.
Utilizing my talents on behalf of the Kingdom’s focus,
I truly can fully recognize and fulfill my purpose.

The desire of God is to draw people unto Himself.
While remaining a yielded, humble and broken vessel,
the sacred essence of Christ in me adequately shines,
to reach hurting individuals… with His Light Divine.

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
John 8:12, 12:32, 15:4-7; 1 John 1:5; Jer 31:13; Eccl 3:4;
Phil 3:8, 4:13; 2 Cor 5:17; Gal 2:20; Rom 8:9-10, 37

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, 26 september 2013

To love you above all other things

To love you above all other things,
to at night lie spooned,
to know the beauty of your body
is a God given gift that I do not deserve.

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Gert Strydom, 26 september 2013

There is gladness

There is gladness in your pretty eyes
but they are wounded
and are the colour of grass and dark ground
and I wonder about your thoughts,
see a cynical smile around your pretty mouth.

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Satish Verma, 26 september 2013

DRUMMING

in hired spring and naked thighs

the eternal sorrow did not go, it was living in our
memory under the gun of an unknown soldier. The
mania

had brought the overwhelming jeopardy of artificial
smiles, the swords, and ropes and different

tools of torture brew abomination, my clay
absorbs the shock, the abandonement of pain;

I reach for the icicles of veiled fire to burn
the generosity, the sacrificial amputation

of one's own neck in service of opposition

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 25 september 2013

I see five small sparrows bathing

I see five small sparrows bathing
where they wash their pied feathers in the drinking bowl,
and stand twittering with slapping wings
to shake off small drops of water
from their feathers

and think that God
hold His hand even over the sparrows
while I witness their joyful dance.

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Gert Strydom, 25 september 2013

I could smell the thunder

I could smell the thunder,
could smell the first spring rain
that was falling outside on the earth
and when it suddenly did stop

I saw a Cape robin twitter-dancing,
rejoicing about some more rain that was coming
and when the lightning later did fall
some more rain poured down

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Satish Verma, 25 september 2013

DARK CORNERS

On a wrinkled trajectory
the blood averts to abstract remission,
I am out of place in time and history.

Try to nudge the jumping ants
with their cyberweapons
ready to strike the antique nectaries

of judgements. The predators were
coming. Killing for long necks and
pinkish lips. You envision a period..

of dearth for visage, for phrases
of dead skins: I start dismembering
the past, contained in future.

This was a total disaster of unknowing,
adrift between the fingers;
sands of time, ungrained, unwatered.

Satish Verma

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There is rain falling somewhere far away

THE RETREAT

Rift

Poem: Spiritual Secret (Broken Vessel)

To love you above all other things

There is gladness

DRUMMING

I see five small sparrows bathing

I could smell the thunder

DARK CORNERS

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