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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 20 september 2013

Prayer of the bones

Lord, You have promised
to let the bones rise again
and to bring them back to life
and everywhere people are robbed,
while death comes far too quickly in our country
as if evil touches everything

and around survival a struggle rages
while your people does stumble and fall
and everywhere bones are lying around
and work opportunities for my people
are stripped to the skeleton.

Lord, draw the line and erect my people again,
You have got the power
to let rulers and governments come and go,
to fold Your hands
around the bare bones of my people.

Lord, I ask that You do restore my people
to also be able to lead a free life.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 20 september 2013

Just once more I want to stand on my knees in front of You

Just once more I want to stand on my knees in front of You
and take all of the problems of my country to You
and maybe this suppression is necessary, Lord,
maybe now my people will now convert themselves
but Lord, some of my people die a cruel death
and many are jobless and in great need.

Lord, You do appoint leaders and governments,
You do determine the lifecycle of every human being
and of everything
and I beg that Your salvation will come
before I die in my years of old age.
My Lord, think of me, my nation and my country
and keep us continually in Your omnipotent hand.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 september 2013

UPRIGHT MIRRORS

for beheading the raceme
three bullets went into the bubbling chest the assassins
had come when she was alone with scars
on wings she sailed on voices of silence the melody
had kissed the moon in night without veil it was
dark night for blue hills they killed a bloom
of white jasmines why are you upset my love
she has gone on orange wheels towards the sun
the black sea mourns by throwing the wreaths
back on shore to protect the virginity of fishes
and waves a bleeding god disowns
the green earth

Satish Verma

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Joe Breunig

Joe Breunig, 19 september 2013

Poem: Evil Forebodings

While seconds quietly and quickly elapse
under the consistent control of Time’s arrow,
the evil forebodings of Dread and vague fears
continue to lurk within Life’s long shadows.

Despite the existence of potential problems,
choose to disregard the negativity of fear.
Knowing that we are more than a conqueror,
charge forward under a Faith-filled atmosphere.

Approach the day with enthusiasm and expectation
that God continues to honor His Biblical Word.
Regardless of events, He will take care of His own;
look within to have your spiritual confidence stirred.

Speak holy words against the day’s difficulties.
Life’s worrisome ambiguities are sufficient for the day;
allow the Peace of Christ to supremely reign in your heart,
knowing that He eternally remains… the Life, Truth and Way.

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Matt 6:25-34, 11:28-30; Prov 15:15; Rom 8:32;
Psa 23:4, 55:22; Num 23:19; Col 3:15; John 14:6

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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Joe Breunig

Joe Breunig, 19 september 2013

Poem: Wild Zebras At Play?

Can you spot those wild zebras,
trotting across noisy plains of green?
Can you spy them with binoculars,
huddling together in familiar scenes?

Can you observe these wild zebras,
emblazoned with their traditional stripes?
Can you recognize distinctive patterns
of opposing colors of black and white?

Can you form an opinion regarding
the thoughts of wild zebras at play?
Can any semblance of ‘Fashion Sense’
force a duality of stripes to rule the day?

Can you number the size of the herd
or even call out specific zebras by name?
See their necks encircled by dangling whistles,
as they continue… to officiate the football game.

-Joe Breunig,
Poet/Author, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 19 september 2013

Sometimes it’s as if the sleep washes like a river over me

Sometimes it’s as if the sleep washes like a river over me
and then I have got this lost fear
when I feel you breathing against my neck
that this bliss will be our last

and the whole house is dark and silent
while my thoughts wander off to where they want
and when you suddenly turn around
I am afraid to share my thoughts with you

and then I lie still without a movement,
to have some more wonderful moments with you.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 19 september 2013

Sometimes your arrival is sparkling

Sometimes your arrival is sparkling and catching,
sometimes the sparks of thunder smoulder in your eyes
and I want to run away like a rock-rabbit in the hills
but still I want to believe in the depth of our love

and when things between us are in disorder
then a struggle rages between you and me
and we say and do things that do hurt
and sometimes leave scars that stay

but even if there comes silences that are explosive
much more remains between us
and always we do find a much deeper meaning
when overwhelming wild our hearts do beat

when we become much more than only flesh
and our emotions, even our humanity are poured into each other.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 september 2013

ON THE NAME OF ��..

only the half-truths engage the
nightfall the thing of dawn asked to wait in pouring
blows sponsored by sin of brutal torture burning
the genitals pushing sand in mouth blood rimmed
stool I become you sit on eat your dinner howling
the election time you come hands folded
me a hummingbird suspended in air
waiting for the cage to open a little girl
punished to stand in sun carrying bricks on
shoulders slapped to fall unconscious give
me another sky to behold
restraint from whom

Satish Verma

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Bob Gotti

Bob Gotti, 18 september 2013

Sorrows

Although yesterday’s now the past, long shadows at times are cast,
Shadows of darkness and sorrows, into our today, also tomorrows,
As the tomorrows come and go, in the shadows of each day I know,
The Lord has a way prepared for me, even in the darkest uncertainty.

Sorrow fills this earth we know, as darkness about us, we see grow,
In a world that has lost its way, the darkness always begins as gray,
Indifference toward a Heavenly God; abundant on this earth we trod,
However, all that gray dear friend, shall turn into darkness in the end.

Sorrow in hearts is surely multiplied, when by people, God is denied,
Bringing darkness across the land, in ways many will not understand,
When from God a nation departs, darkness starts to fill men’s hearts,
In ways that lead men far from grace, as evil becomes commonplace.

Sorrow indeed will fill the nation, that’s walked away from Revelation,
As nations perish when God’s Word, is seldom read and never heard,
As men’s hearts become oblivious, to Truth of God’s Righteousness,
When the needs for Truth decrease, darkness and sorrow all increase.

We lay all our sorrows at the feet, of Him, in whom there is no defeat,
As believers in Christ we have victory, even in the darkest uncertainty,
For through the sorrow and the night, we’re led by Christ, in His Light,
As He guides us to Eternal Peace, where all sorrow will forever cease.

(Copyright ©12/2012 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti

Bob Gotti, 18 september 2013

Just To Talk

At times I just like to talk with you, as again you walk me through,
Yet, another situation in this life, that brings with it pain and strife,
This Lord, while in my heart I kneel, about those things I truly feel,
About things in this heart of mine, some things I can’t truly define.

At times I want to make the time, maybe, with no reason or rhyme,
To share the things on my heart, knowing, you may always impart,
A thought or two of sound reason, in my life whatever the season,
While I share burdens with you, knowing you shall see me through.

Being still knowing you are God, while my heart and feet are shod,
For the path ahead, that I must walk, well after we’re done this talk,
Preparing me for the path I take, knowing that I, you won’t forsake,
This not only when to you, I pray, but, along my journey every day.

Lord as I work, I’ll talk with you, knowing, you help me with all I do,
As I travel in this life every day, you’re always there along the way,
Should I desire to share a thought, so in my heart calm is wrought,
Lord, as you help my heart be still, reminding me, I am in your will,

Whether, by a thought or prayer, I can speak to my God anywhere,
For anywhere that my feet may trod, I can reach my Lord and God,
Yes, any time, from any place, I can reach God’s Throne of Grace,
With a concern, thought or a prayer, to talk with my God anywhere.

(Copyright ©01/2013 Bob Gotti)

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