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Gert Strydom, 30 may 2014

Far too long I have wandered in the darkness

Far too long I have wandered in the darkness
were blinded against Your cobalt-blue sky
and now a promise radiates out of the spring,
suddenly all of life is coming back.
Oh Lord, let I become holy in You
and forgive all of the mistakes of my youth
while Your healing pours down with the rain,
and free me from each iniquity,
make Your decrees my greatest joy.

Lord, make Your decrees my greatest joy,
before the first leaves of my life fall,
help me to live again, to be happy
even when the worst thunderbolts fall all around me,
help me to only notice Your love
to find refreshment, pure happiness,
teach me to constantly faithfully serve You,
to live with the trust of a child
before the years of old age do devour me.

Bring Your living rain to my existence
before the years of old age are able to devour me,
change the destroying stormy wind,
lead me to a companion, to the one,
who can understand me, the one who can bring happiness,
help me to find my way again,
and my poems to honour You,
help me before I die from discontent,
Lord, take notice of my life that is wandering.

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Gert Strydom, 30 may 2014

I saw the prettiest girl in town

(after Luis de Góngora y Argote)

I saw the prettiest girl in town
standing alone a the pier, looking at the sea
where the love of her life had drown
and from life she wished to be free
with tears in her sparkling blue eyes,
as the love of her life was gone
and days with sparkling skies
passed and still she sobbed on and on:

“leave me and let me be,
to cry alone at the sea.”

Nights and days slipped by
and day-by-day I saw her
watching the seagulls fly
clasping her hands together
and she said nothing to me
but at times her eyes caught mine
with a message in them while she kept her own company
watching the rising sun that was the colour of wine

“leave me and let me be,
to cry alone at the sea”

and I left her there in tranquillity,
wishing her to find harmony
but still in my mind
stays the girl at the sea

and now it feels as if she is beaconing me
calling every night and day
and from her voice I cannot be free
and she sounds pretty and gay:

“come to me, come to me,
I am waiting for you at the sea.”

[Reference: “La Más Bella Niña” by Luis de Góngora y Argote.]

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Gert Strydom, 30 may 2014

Today you are beautiful

Today you are beautiful,
more pretty than on any other day
and if you want to find fault with these words
then you do not see how I see you laugh.

Today you are lovely to me,
more noble than any flower
and on such a day I thank God
that you do surprise and astonish me at times.

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Satish Verma, 30 may 2014

EXPRESSIONLESS

A silent war with oneself
devouring all the cells,
the gory remains of words
and grainy kisses of tears.

A curved hook in the mouth
to start a prayer for the freedom
from whispers of brand and labels:
liberation from the weight of testaments.

Bruised glints from the flesh dripping,
wriggle on serene rocks of resolution,
before the sin was discovered. A poem
was awarded to me for excitement.

An eye and a mirror, a gulch and a stone.
The smiles are fatal, the blood is pure.
Hot sun bakes the sand, nudges the
skull and a pal of gloom settles for eternity.

Satish Verma

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Joe Breunig, 29 may 2014

Poem: Spirit Filled

We’re not to vex or grieve the Holy Spirit;
instead, we need His anointing on our lives
to spiritually achieve personal victories
and that faith in God- is continually revived.

Being rooted and established in His Love,
we can be dispensers of the Spirit’s fruit-
Manifesting these traits on a daily basis
should be behind the desire of a Holy pursuit.

Peace, Patience, Love, Goodness, Faithfulness,
Joy, Kindness, Gentleness and Self-Control
enlighten the innermost core of our existence
with God’s consummate soothing of our souls.

Having these loving characteristics instilled,
demonstrates that we are indeed… spirit-filled!

Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Eph 3:14-19,4:29-30; 1 Thes 5:19; Gal 5:22-23

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.

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Gert Strydom, 29 may 2014

So that You do become much more than just a maybe

My Lord, today I do realize
that sin is a living reality,
that iniquity is present in my whole being
as if a union with the darkness

is hardwired in me from the beginning.

I ask You to come and live in my heart
and that You do become a living reality to me,
that you show me Your presence in the small things
and that You do shower Your blessings over my life,

that I can see Your presence daily
so that You do become much more than just a maybe.

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Gert Strydom, 29 may 2014

Your penetrating glance does silence my words

Your penetrating glance does silence my words
when it goes far beyond the surface
and here I have got to deviate from my own will
when you take me to an unknown space of time,
to a place where people still believe in love
and do swear true to each other for eternity,
even do reach past every inability,
to find something much greater
than the pain coming through the years,
and where I do learn to again try and trust.

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Satish Verma, 29 may 2014

FIGHTERS AT LARGE

A nebula rises unfazed after fission:
after a fractured debate, greed crouching on
the wrinkled noses of rugged bouncers.
In remote history someone was burning itself out.

A black eye surges forward, sings an ode to
championship. Ankles swell up. Veins become
jelly. The thyme is absent. Stink bellows on
your faces. The green pond becomes red; tragedy of wounds.

Speaker in bloody silence quotes the black sun
out of despair. Everything was in disarray.
In mating of souls flesh flew in rage;
a pink river swamped the inmates of tomorrow.

Enough! Time marches on the dead leaves of sorrow.
My candle burns at both ends. Alien moons
keep a watch. Bloodlines are obliterating. We
seek the graves of unknown soldiers!

Satish Verma

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Aurora, 28 may 2014

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Two minutes of sweet dreaming
my empty casket is your broken bed
a long time I have waited
and now we can finally be wed

I touch your skin
when your eyes have fallen
sweet slumber

I draw you in my mind
like a caricature of eve
yet your nakedness does not ashame me

but through harmony
I breathe your irridescent soul
that floates between my enemies
so that I shall always be focused on your goal

to be reminded that love is hate
and we are but one
the sun and the moon together
forever we hum
and sing the humans to sleep
if only for them to awake
as they walk between the cycles
you my love will make
the womb of the earth cry for mercy
to be felt inside your mind
creator of light
creator of all
creator of the blind

Let them not scare you
let them not feel dread
of what marvellous wonderous things that you have seen
and are yet to understand until we are wed

For I shall keep on waiting
and protecting your door
your sweet soul is mine for ever
within my heart which they call the earths core

Let not them scare you
for they do not understand
that the sweet words that you write
were long before planned

and like a piano you create
the composure of the soul
so what they think they are reading
is actually the opposite of the pole

For even the brightest minds
will let you in with their ways
so help them understand the knowledge of platonius
as a beginning to their new golden days

Hum with me hum with me
save your song for only my ears!
For like a foetus i will be within you again
in less than a thousand years

But what is a year
to us of the unknown
but a sweet freckle on a childs skin,
forgotton and of the wrong tone.

But alas it is still a kiss
from gods most powerful bliss
of heat that gives and takes away
alas a year is but a day!

I must leave you again
but please feel me so deep
for you are my everything
please no longer weep.

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Aurora, 28 may 2014

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Fluttering advocations
of a suicidal nation.

Promisingly I renounce
my utter distaste
that I had acquired
from the irritant taste
of bitter memories.

So sweet do I renounce!
that I urge you to bake me your
finest pastry
so that I may feel but just an ounce
of that sweet dough you call a bossom
beneath your silk - so divine

My pearl, oh I do not care
for fancy and folly
to watch slaves become hereos
when I'm with my polly

"susanna" "hosanna"
what is a name to a flower?
but a short instance of breath
one that could never gasp for such beauty
that is bequeathed by that which is unseen

you are my rose of gold

my rose of ever-lasting fortune
the sweet fortuned is entirely yours
for the only true prospect of heaven
is that which hides in your minds dresser-draws

Alas! let us not speak
for wandering eyes
dare to peak
at words that speak of history bygone
For you may be the answer to everything
but you are to the world only to belong

And so amongst sea urchins
I hide beyond the near
gaping tunnels of illusion
the ones that most will fear

I shall speak to you through your fingers
on a plastic speaker board
only so that one day you might remember
how close you are to the lord.

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Far too long I have wandered in the darkness

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Today you are beautiful

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So that You do become much more than just a maybe

Your penetrating glance does silence my words

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