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Joe Breunig

Joe Breunig, 2 december 2016

Poem: Subtle Maneuvers

With divine insight, subtle maneuvers
of Faith can guide us… on a daily basis;
God’s promises and principles keep us…
safely grounded in His spiritual oasis.

God’s challenge to us is… to trust Him;
His Son paid the heavy cost of Salvation,
whereby all of Mankind may have inclusion
as a family member… of an eternal Nation.
 
 
 
Author notes
 
Inspired by:
Psa 91; Eccl 9; Heb 11:6; John 3:16  and

Franz Kafka, frustrated with his living quarters
and day job, wrote in a letter to Felice Bauer in
1912, “Time is short, my strength is limited, the
office is a horror, the apartment is noisy, and if
a pleasant, straightforward life is not possible,
then one must try to wriggle through by subtle
maneuvers.”

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 december 2016

Perception

Lips of clay tend to bleed 
my kisses. 
And the distant moon treads 
softly on the spent passion. 
 
A private crimson 
blunts the whiteness of moon. 
The birds- 
step out from the fog. 
 
Last moments - 
of the bell to announce 
the schizophrenic flesh 
sailing like snowflakes. 
 
A primordial fear - 
was destroying the profile of man. 
Here it goes- 
the spiritual enigma. 
 
A blast 
of stunned silence: 
I am collecting pebbles 
from the trees.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 december 2016

Homing

Like each dropp of your humbleness 
engulfing my urbanite woes; 
the graffiti emerges in tender grace 
to resurrect a windmill. 
 
My spirit, the abode of small birds 
carrying the sunset on its back 
was returning home for the final- 
sleep in the lap of twilight. 
 
When autumn comes and crippled, 
brown leaves start falling, I will 
set the birds free in the winds 
to find their new master. 
 
The nest will weep for the broken song. 
In space between the eyes, lies the negation 
which will not accept the peace of a 
grave. I will follow the wilderness- 
of thoughts again.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 november 2016

Sidelined

A sorcerer moon was rising 
amidst grizzly clouds. 
A lurid willingness of night 
to surrender was evident- 
skimming the stars. 
 
A pact was inked between an 
antiheroine and a renegade. 
An apostate- 
will find the refuge in serenades. 
 
The feline grace jars the sexism 
by sitting on the fence. 
A blue ocean will churn out 
the urn of lethal poison. 
 
That flame. Can you kill 
the wolf? The tricks of 
child-molesting were 
on the big screen.


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steve

steve, 28 november 2016

"Fast Lane"

We'd been ten years together.. but I'm not going to lie...
As the hardest years I've ever faced... I wish had passed me by,
There were trials we faced together.. and trials I faced alone...
Times that I needed you.. but you left me own my own,
There are things that I've forgiven.. and things I can't forget...
But the love I had.. forever changed.. the first time I got hit,
If it all had played out different.. if you had more self control...
The love we had.. may have survived.. despite the heavy toll,
Our actions cause reactions.. and the foundation that was laid...
Was a price that cost us everything.. and should never have been paid,
We can't turn back the hands of time..  we can't change who we are...
What we had went up in flames.. just like a burning car,
It was all down hill there after.. and I should have walked away...
I could have saved us both the pain.. of the higher price we'd pay,
If your always in the fast lane..someday your going to crash...
But I'd like to think that something.. could be carried from the ash..
Whats done is done.. we must move on.. let the past remain the past...
And together, turn what we destroyed.. into friendship that will last,
If anger and resentment.. are allowed to have control...
Friendship's not an option.. as we'll have to just let go,
After all these years together.. if we let go what was lost...
I think that we can build a bridge.. that both of us could cross.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 november 2016

Discretion

Some apologies for the anatomy. 
Stain - 
has shifted to moon. 
No fragrance, no color, no dewfall. 
Night has been spooked. 
 
Disconnected - I will meet the 
transparent truth about the lies 
of a prose. Sick earth will receive 
the dismembered verse in locked embrace 
of bloody limbs. 
 
Raw diamonds- 
will teach to play with sex 
in the house of terror. When - 
you forget the space between 
the clouds and thighs. 
 
Between good and bad 
I bleed.


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steve

steve, 27 november 2016

"Two Hearts"

Two hearts beating.. side by side...
Torn apart.. is love denied,
But even miles.. cannot erase...
The love that knowone.. could replace,
Now this heart beats.. just for you...
Through lonely nights.. and tears of blue,
And dreams someday.. the love that flows...
From my heart.. to yours will know,
No walls.. nor fence.. nor miles between... 
Two hearts.. could ever change a thing,
As the world we knew.. was torn apart...
My love still soars.. into your heart,
Like golden wings.. into the sun...
Two hearts filled.. become as one.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 november 2016

Casualties

I am standing in peat. 
The war drags on. 
 
The dirt is raw, 
squirting on to fingernails 
turning them blue. 
Who was running away 
from hinges? 
 
The genital warts were 
spreading. The cold facts will 
wear casuistry. The train 
derails. Only the earth 
is hurt. 
 
Dreams cannot close the 
wounds. You want to go 
where the jungle is. Teeth 
are broken. Eyes 
become the house for ants.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 november 2016

Half-Man

In the exodus of emotions 
I try to flee human fears 
in earth hour. 
 
The sky will not be civil to me. 
You had become a dark flame 
like port wine. 
 
Who was changing 
the skin like a snake? 
I was busy cupping a hemangioma 
 
on the face of a moon. 
Tucked between the breasts 
a dream fumbles with a cyclone. 
 
One more city dies 
in my head. The streets 
are walking back.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 november 2016

Transparency

He wants- 
to sort through the voices 
he used to hear- 
in his head, 
 
to understand the vexed past. 
He will make his bent arm 
a bow and shoot 
a moon between the doors. 
 
Walk with a snake in grass 
and feed his children. 
Irreverence becomes an import 
from the strangers. 
 
When you were burning 
inside, what was the need for the family 
of periwinkles 
to condole with jingles. 
 
A timer device 
explodes on your face. 
A human bomb unfathers 
a class of hibiscus.


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