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Salvatore Ala

Salvatore Ala, 29 august 2013

Kintsukuroi

When everything is repaired with gold leaf
Good will shines brighter through our blood
Like a poem with golden seams or a living art.
So your favorite bowl shattered like the world,
Its pieces are still a bowl.
It could also be a more beautiful world.

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Joe Breunig

Joe Breunig, 29 august 2013

Poem: Called to Holiness

Moving away from unholiness is attainable,
by modifying and monitoring your godless behavior.
Know that you’re called into fellowship with Him;
begin mirroring the traits of our blessed Savior.

For you can do all things through Christ,
who joyfully and faithfully strengthens His Children;
you have been given the necessary Biblical tools
for overcoming Life’s constant pressures of sin.

Turn away from impurity of thoughts and actions;
instead focus on Christ’s perfect righteousness;
find your identity now - in Him and His Kingdom;
remember that you’re always… called to holiness!

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
1 Thes 4:7; Heb 3:1; 2 Tim 1:9; Phil 4:13;
1 Pet 1:14-16

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, 29 august 2013

Poem: Measure of Faith

O Lord, I thank you once more,
for Your measure of faith in me.
I’ve made a decision of how to act,
regardless of what I feel or see.

I chose to release my faith three ways:
by praying, saying and doing what I should.
I trust You Lord to honor Your Word, while…
avoiding the silliness of knocking on wood.

Willingly, I step forward boldly with faith
through the wide doors of opportunities;
having consumed The Word in great quantities,
I speak firmly against Life’s uncertainties.

I have confidence in God’s perfect Love
and its ability to cast away unwarranted fear.
For Godly knowledge expands more quickly than…
the experiential accumulation of earthly years.

Using courage to press through mindsets of doubt,
I unashamedly confess my Lord’s Word aloud;
for it allows me to remain on a straight path
and kept separated… from the faithless crowd.

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Heb 13:5; 1 Tim 6:6; Phil 4:11; Rom 8:31-39

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

Gert Strydom, 29 august 2013

In the years of old age

To in your years of old age
discover your real life partner
leaves a person without words
when the work of God astonishes.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 29 august 2013

I receive a SMS

I receive a SMS with a short sentence
about how much you are missing me
and are aware of your humanity

but electronics peeps at me
with a small screen drawing a skew eye.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 29 august 2013

Contact

When I called you on my cellular phone
to tell you about the depth of my love
the signal broke
and I could not say a single word to you.
I could have send a electronic mail to you,
to say that I cannot take the loneliness anymore
but the internet cafe was already closed
and it was at a wrong time and hour.
When I picked up a pen
I did want to tell you how your absence troubles me
but continuously
I was spelling everything wrong.
Then I decide to risk arriving
unexpectedly at your door.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 august 2013

ODE TO LONELINESS

that has been, was so raven
that you were hugging vanity
for the deportation of death
as a living;

fake predicates of a genius
like words falling as bucketfuls
of lies,

back to back coffer dams
collapsing, submerging

seers sarcophagi,

and the annual rings were becoming
deeper, mossed in misery,
his book of moon blackened,

goodbye, the dark unsinkable,
I am going to be reborn
in the abyss of my own sorrow

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 28 august 2013

When late at night she lays in my arms

When late at night she lays in my arms
then her breath blows against my face
and her hair is in a curly bush,
spread satin soft upon my chest
and I can feel every breath that she takes
while her eyes gleam like those of a cat
where in I am lost time and again.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 28 august 2013

With our legs twisted through each others

With our legs twisted through each others
I can feel her heart beating under my finger tips
and there is something in her glance that binds me to her
while her fingers caress my face
and her hair is spread over my chest
like autumn leaves
with her fine fingers being like butterflies that flutter.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 august 2013

STRANGE ECHOES

a kiss
on lips, returns with a blunt style,
in perfumed demeanor!

i did not hear
with absolute eyes, a captive
in chained feet, for self-defence;

all the shades of red
were walking on ocean,
a black skull glides:

the night fills in pores-
the gale, kills the black bucks,
poachers were on run!

in telling, the wizard
entices, you will never know
full toll of civil war:

he turns down a gift of speech;
words and whistles were surreal echoes
and I see a sword like nose

Satish Verma

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