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Joe Breunig, 12 december 2013

Poem: Iridescent

Do you believe the idea,
of being made in His image?
Can you dispute that we are
clothed with the beauty,
of a spiritual accent?

Few will doubt, our composition
of mind, body and soul.
Will technology allow us to see
our spirit’s rainbow glow…
of being iridescent?

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Gen 1:27

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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Tim Kitchen, 12 december 2013

Strolling By the Sea

　
Winter has its sparkle, but not for me today
my thoughts have turned to summer, not so far away.
With mild and lighter evenings and days so warm and long
I think of all the things I can do, when summer comes along.
　
But I’ll just want to be with you and feel you close to me
walking hand in hand with you, strolling by the sea.

So I will take some time away, to be alone with you
and we will find a rocky cove, where the sea is blue.
As we watch the children play, we’ll wonder at it all
then I’ll steal a kiss from you, as the waves caress the shore.
　
And I’ll just want to be with you and feel you close to me
walking hand in hand with you strolling by the sea.
　
We’ll take a walk across the cliffs, up where the seagulls fly
and watch the sea crash on the rocks, as the clouds drift by.
Then we’ll stroll down to the beach, to find a shell or two
and watch the surf ride on the tide, just glad it’s me and you.
　
The winter has us in its grip, now snow has fallen too
but my thoughts are of summer days, just being alone with you.
　
　

　

　

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Tim Kitchen, 12 december 2013

Just One Child.

　
Maybe, just one child is all it would take
born into this world of conflict and hate.
To grow up with a voice all men would hear
who would speak of peace, not war and fear.

Someone who would bring the world peace
and encourage all wars and cruelty to cease.
A man, or woman, the world would listen to
I’m just a man with a simple point of view.

But could it be, it’s already happened before
and no one will listen to anyone anymore.
Perhaps we just need it all to happen again
but would we just listen and carry on the same.
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　

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Tim Kitchen, 12 december 2013

Goodnight Kiss.

Living in another world
singing a different song.
Keeps me away from you
it’s been for far too long.

So I’ll take the early plane
to get back home tonight.
I can’t get to sleep anymore
if I can’t kiss you goodnight.

Never wanted to go away
but I just thought I should.
Doing things, the best I can
to bring about some good.

I need to be home again
singing a familiar song.
Knowing I am with you
back where I belong.

I’m taking the early plane
to be home with you tonight.
Knowing we’ll be together
and I can kiss you goodnight.

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Tim Kitchen, 12 december 2013

The Christmas Box.

　　
Snow hadn’t fallen overnight, but a heavy frost had covered the ground
and in the morning, a little boy ran downstairs in his dressing gown.
He could see the lights from the tree, as he skipped his way down the hall
it was Christmas day, many years ago and Father Christmas had made his call.
And there under the Christmas tree, was a rather large cardboard box
it was full of carefully wrapped presents of toys, sweets and new football socks!
　
　
　
The biggest present waiting for him was a Hornby Electric Train
and an Airfix kit for him to build a Lancaster aeroplane.
Also there to his delight, was a holster with a toy silver gun
and some favourite Dinky Toys, for him to have some fun.
It was definitely going to be a time, to play and play all day,
and later, when the Queen’s speech came on, he just had to sneak away.
　
　

He went into another room and saw the large cardboard box
he took off his shoes and climbed into it, wearing his new football socks.
In his mind he was in a boat, sailing the southern seas
looking at the stars in a foreign sky, sails flapping in the breeze.
He played for hours in his boat; it brought him so much joy
a cardboard box had turned out to be, his favourite Christmas toy!

　
　( Christmas time, when I was a boy)

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Gert Strydom, 12 december 2013

Who would have thought?

Who would have thought that a time would come
where daylilies flower right through the winter
and that I would find my wife and darling
in my days of old age?

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Anthony DiMichele, 11 december 2013

Mandela

as soon as I heard Obama did a puppet show
at the funeral of Mandela
I suspected the hero of being a sociopath
a man out of time
murderous rage
doomed
to celebrity with blood on his hands
that washes off easily
after each torture session
his 2nd wedded wife necklacing kids
laughing as their heads exploded in the
ring of fire made with gas in a tire
shoved over their shoulders
which are wrapped in barbed wire
and ignited with a match
lovely
but somehow his evil was less evil than the evil
he blamed for making him resort to evil which is
righteous
so he posed with the spice girls like a sweet
ole daddy and probably
recalled all the rapes he condoned in the name of freedom
called the ANC
each could point to the truth of the others' terrorism
I hope when he died he remembered the horror
in slow motion
so it takes a lot longer than 27 years of free housing
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Gert Strydom, 11 december 2013

Maybe I will forever seek to find

Maybe I will forever seek to find
a few words that speak right through humanity,
for something that is not written in any poem or dictionary
that blows away like leaves in the wind

when eternity lies in a drop of dew,
when I hold onto the transience of a flower,
the breathtaking of the rising sun
and at times when you do hold my hand.

For all of these things I do not have the right words
and to another they may seen mere purposelessness
but the meaning of existence keeps on beaconing
like the white morning star twinkling in the distance

Maybe I will forever seek to find
a few words that speak right through humanity.

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Bob Gotti, 11 december 2013

In My Weakness

One day at a time in Jesus, so that all others shall know,
Just how He does guide us, in and through all will we go,
As God helps in our weakness, that His Grace Can show,
As He strengthens each of us, in ways only He can know.

God helps me through today, as tomorrow I’ve yet to see,
Sustaining me in every way, with strength afforded to me,
Knowing I am made from clay, I focus at times on eternity,
Knowing what God does say, He alone knows what will be.

I am given strength and power, as I walk with Jesus Christ,
Helping me every day and hour, in the darker times of life,
Grace on me, God will shower, in that day filled with strife,
Leaning on sustaining power, I am calmed by Jesus Christ.

Christ fills every day with grace, even in that darkest night,
As He leads me place to place, He guides me in His Light,
Walking every day by faith, relying upon Him not my sight,
Sustained not only by Grace, but, held up by God’s Might.

I know that in my weakness, I’ll be sustained wherever I go,
So I continue on day by day, knowing God is here with me,
Granting His grace and power, by the Spirit of Jesus Christ,
God is with me in every place, guiding me fully in His Light.

(Copyright ©12/2013 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 11 december 2013

Vessels of God

I simply choose to understand, I am just a vessel in God’s Hand,
An empty vessel that He uses, as He desires, where He chooses,
Led by God’s Holy Spirit within, this, as all the glory goes to Him,
While The Lord above uses my life, as a witness for Jesus Christ.

I’m a vessel which God fills, for God’s purpose and as God wills;
But first I was cleansed by Christ, to be used for God, in this life,
Cleansed, by The Word within, through His Spirit, from all my sin,
His fit vessel that will be poured, all for His purpose, by my Lord.

Filled with the Truth of His Word, used by Him until all have heard,
In God’s time and by His choice, to be for Christ, one small voice,
Now given that voice to proclaim, God’s Salvation and The Name,
Of God’s Only Son, Jesus Christ, so others can have Eternal Life.

Friend it’s not me, but God’s Hand, that helps men to understand,
The Eternal Truths of His Word, as the hearts of others are stirred,
By God’s Holy Spirit my friend, as The Spirit works for God’s end,
Bringing men to God’s salvation, through God’s written Revelation.

It’s The Lord God above who fills, while drawing others as He wills,
Changing the very hearts of men, in order that they be Born Again;
This as His Spirit prepares a heart, for His Truths, which we impart,
While God uses vessels like us, the Ambassadors of Christ Jesus.

(Copyright ©12/2013 Bob Gotti)

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Poem: Iridescent

Strolling By the Sea

Just One Child.

Goodnight Kiss.

The Christmas Box.

Who would have thought?

Mandela

Maybe I will forever seek to find

In My Weakness

Vessels of God

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