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Gert Strydom, 3 may 2013
When the past day does still linger in thoughts
It’s as if the darkness
walks over the twilight abyss
with a blackness that totally removes sight
before the first stars appear slowly
and outside something rustles in the grass
when the past day does still linger in thoughts.
Gert Strydom, 3 may 2013
Outside the window something moves suddenly (in answer to Johannes Prins)
Outside the window something moves suddenly,
the door is closed
locked tightly with a safety-gate,
a own calls out
when for moments I keep my breath in
but it’s nothing, gosh,
I have only been startled by the cat, I think,
but someone is sudden in this room.
[Reference: “terug bed toe” (back to bed) by Johannes Prins.]
Satish Verma, 3 may 2013
O LOVE
You tend to ostracize the apparition
setting the real culprit free. It does not matter
to pretend now, a damaged house
has become a burden.
Who was playing the enmity card?
Hammered, eyes wide open I start documenting
the deceit of a parrot flower. Your past
had become the shackles, not the road map
of family.
An enormous hate was buried in your trees.
O death-trap, the bees will not come to your
flowers. Your gifts are lying around me
unattended. I will ask no more any pardon.
The moon has walked away. My sky
was unanswerable. The theater will play
another star-crossed brand names.
Satish Verma
maryam muhammad, 2 may 2013
The Acquaintance
Hi how are you? We wave then walk away,
Going about our way doing different things to satisfy ourselves during the day,
This is the first time we’ve meet I don’t know you so we are not friends,
You haven’t thought about me once through the week then you want to come around making up stores, making fun of me thinking I would find it some-what funny,
On top of that you only come around when you see I have some type of food or money,
To be honest I’m kind of tired of it you don’t want to hang out or chill
You rather make sarcastic comments to other people about how I do things,
Not to mention the sly comments about what I believe in doing or not doing,
I don’t trust to many people because they will disappoint you prior experiences has taught me that,
Yet again you still walk by saying hi and expect me to respond every time,
If I for some odd reason choose not to even if it’s not on purpose you get upset,
This also drives you to go to different people with your assumption as to why I didn’t say hay to you,
A friend is there through thick and thin and that type of relationship doesn’t grow over night it takes time, effort, and patience,
Just like a marriage its 50-50 you both give as well as receive,
Being there for one another, helping each other, respecting each other’s beliefs even if you don’t agree, standing by each other’s side when someone else tries to harm you or them that’s my idea of a true friend,
With the many things you’ve done to push me away in the short amount of time that I’ve known you I wouldn’t call you a friend,
But it’s nice to meet your acquaintance.
Joe Breunig, 2 may 2013
Poem: Called to Worship (V)
It's a fresh morning of new mercies;
raise your hands in a moment of praise!
Do you recall that you're in covenant
and covered with the blessings of today?
Spend some quiet and quality time with God;
speak genuinely and offer earnest prayers.
Lift up your concerns and needs of others;
demonstrate faith... by words you declare!
Celebrate the faithful witness of Christ;
open your spirit; pour out your soul to Him.
Find strength as you rejoice in victory;
sing unto Him now with songs and hymns.
Embrace your anointing for life's ministries.
God grants our petitions with earthly peace.
Renew your mind with the cleansing of His Word
and implement His promise of divine release.
Faith is about proper relationship with God
and not the memorization of spiritual quips;
build real communities with actions of love;
remember that we're still... called to worship!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Lam 3:22-26; 1 Pet 5b-11; 2 Pet 1:3-11
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, � 2013, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 2 may 2013
Poem: Overtaken... By His Blessings
With my Lord, there isn't an aint -
He's not bound by human constraint!
With my Lord, my heart won't feint,
even though... I'm not a sinless saint!
His continuous waves of love
echo throughout eternity,
with designed blessings that...
overtake both you and me!
My Lord sealed The Covenant
and His Kingdom is infinite!
His provisions are endless
and His Grace is measureless!
His continuous waves of love
echo throughout eternity,
with designed blessings that...
overtake both you and me!
My Lord's glory is nonstop;
now praise Him 'til... you drop!
His generosity always flows;
praise Him 'til... your face glows!
His continuous waves of love
echo throughout eternity,
with designed blessings that...
overtake both you and me!
Remember, remember, please remember -
Faith isn't a bunch of window dressing,
for we're overtaken... by His blessings!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Deu 28:1-6; Psa 145:3, 147:5; Isa 46:5
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, � 2013, All rights reserved.
Insatiable Sohail, 2 may 2013
Power of Love
Love is all-pervasive
It’s a web of lovers and beloved.
Love is a purely concentrated attention.
That evolves far-reaching love-enchanted eye.
Love is an intuition
Naturally inherent in man.
It is love that breeds love
It is love that breeds hatred as a mischievous violent passion.
It is love that tenderly softens the heartless heart
Through re-awakening compunction.
To love and be wise is impossible at the same time
As love results in loss of life,wisdom, and riches
If it is done in an unbalanced narrowly-viewed way.
As the story of Paris and Helen bears testimony of it.
What is love ?
Do the so-called lovers nowadays really know it ?
Who are tightly caught up
In a web of lies and deception
Who exaggeratedly use the flowery language of love
To satisfy their evil purpose.
Without really knowing and indentifying them.
It is nothing but the aberrant behavior of their hollowness.
So love in a checked and balanced way
That assures progress and prosperity in life.
For it is a sacred thing
No one has the right to make it polluted.
Gert Strydom, 2 may 2013
When days are somewhat torn
When days are somewhat torn
to bits and pieces
during this spring,
when the first fruit
are still green on the branches
then I do know
that a lovely summer
is waiting on us
and each new day
is filled with the smells
that comes from the orchard,
filled with the round fruits
that with time does become ripe
and there is a piece of Eden
right here among us.
Gert Strydom, 2 may 2013
When I walk around in the lovely garden
When I walk around in the lovely garden
and discover places as if it’s an adventure,
when I sit in the shadow of a tree,
when I observe new flowers
as if it’s the first time
that I behold the beauty of them
then I wonder about how glorious
Eden must have been
where animals without fear dog tame came nearer
and I wonder if there had been a kind of Godly glory
in every living thing and in every flower?
Gert Strydom, 2 may 2013
A place far away from this dark age
(after Lina Spies)
The pink nose of my ginger coloured Persian cat is flat
and he has got whiskers are like antenna
and he watches the weavers
where they splash in their drinking bowl
and softly sneaks nearer
to where the little flock of birds are gathered
before he jumps in with teeth and claws
aimed at every flying thing.
Weavers twitter, sparrows chatter and some doves fly up
while dangerously he rocks up and down on their drinking bowl,
and splashes himself with water
as he has got a weaver in his mouth
while others try to attack him
as they dive down, turn and hang above his head
and the birds make shrill and agitated sounds
as if he is not able to catch them as well
It is then that I am really sorry for the birds
and his natural behaviour troubles me
when that cat brings his gift to me
and I do wonder about a world where everything is free,
where everything has got a own peaceful life
and no birds scream in agony,
where the boy and the lamb wanders with the lion
and it’s a place far away from this Dark Age.
[Reference: “Hemel” “Heaven” by Lina Spies.]
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