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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 june 2017

Warming Up

You could feel it. 
The fear in that pristine howl 
writhing in throat. Something was 
wrong with the sunflowers. A genital 
cutting had brought the snowdusting 
on mutilated emotions. 
 
A premonition warns. We are shining 
on wrong side, under dictates of religion. 
The cult will take care of mouth. You 
will celebrate the breaking up of man. 
The bone between the lips. 
 
I am collecting the dirty threads of 
loyalty to stitch the amnesia. They were ready to 
applause the demise of moon. No more 
sheen on the trees, lake and hills. 
I am hauling up the skeletion of the republic.
 


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Joe Breunig

Joe Breunig, 22 june 2017

Poem: Punishment and Pain

Isn’t it time, that we stop crying,
for deliverance from circumstance’s
punishment, when we really should
be begging to be freed from our sin?
His Word teaches us that escaping
 
the results of ‘Sowing and Reaping’
is not feasible; our given ability
to reason, isn’t diminished when…
we have the Hope of Christ within.
Instead, we ought to be willing
 
to end production of needless pain
towards our God; anxiety and fears
prevents us from pushing forward in
victory, although we’re working and
striving towards… a worthwhile gain.
 
 
 
Author notes
 
Inspired by:
Heb 12:1; 1 Cor 9:24  and
 
We cry too often to be delivered from the
punishment, instead of the sin that lies
behind it.  We are anxious to escape from
the things that cause us pain rather than
from the things that cause God pain.
-G. Campbell Morgan
 
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
 
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
  


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Joe Breunig

Joe Breunig, 22 june 2017

Poem: Evangelize

I’d rather live for Christ
and not burn in Hell; yet, I
won’t apologize for sharing
a Faith of… an eternal Life.
 
Promoting The Kingdom of God
is an interesting challenge;
His wisdom transcends that of
mortal men, while using flawed
 
souls like me. I have chosen
to evangelize with His sacred
tenets of Truth; I praise Him,
knowing that I serve a risen
 
Savior, Lord and King of Kings;
through my poetry, I will sing
of His greatness, mercy, Love
and enduring peace… He brings.
 
 
 
Author notes
 
Inspired by:
1 Cor 1:25; Psa 136:3; Rev 19:16;
Phil 4:7-9
 
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 june 2017

Empty Dreams

After the civil war in temples 
a wodden god 
with broken nose, was walking 
with a stick. 
 
Half-way to home 
he wanted to turn back 
and meet his shadow 
in the lake. 
 
A mountain goat climbs 
down the rocks to become 
a martyr. Leaps into a dark 
stream clinging to the veil. 
 
A blue pine takes a bath 
in the summer rain. A 
midnight moon will call the spirits 
to dance for gamblers.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 june 2017

In Totality

The riot was within. 
Not getting along with social 
revolution you would lie 
on purple patch without seeking 
any privy. 
 
Who were the barbarians 
which were going to release 
the brutal pattern of bloodshed 
during sunset on 
the lake? 
 
A mistrial will dispatch 
the violence and you will drop 
dead on the dirt path leading 
to bed of roses. A theme will 
wait for the signing of the book. 
 
Someone punched you in solar 
plexus. You said, I don’t 
die daily to live.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 june 2017

Lickety-Split

The silence of the road 
intends to pause the observer’s speed. 
Unchanged continuity 
had a cubic quality. 
 
Presenting yourself to lick salt 
before molestation. 
The sanctity 
stands violated. 
 
The horror thing looms 
large, neatly dressed 
dancing in your boots. 
The path ends at a tree. 
 
You misprint the name 
of a tormentor. 
Man becomes a beast 
in a love triangle.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 june 2017

Earthly Wounds

Anatomy of fear, 
is revealed before me. 
Like a red flower opens. 
A shadowless figure, deathly-white 
holds my hand. 
 
 
You watch the wounded earth 
athirst, fumbling to catch the 
greens. Vomited blood when her womb 
was upturned to release the metal. 
 
Civet will leave the trail on convicted 
grass. The iron grip of greedy 
windows. The red ant hills were 
spewing white eggs. Now rains 
were coming. 
 
Unkempt my house waits for 
the ending of truth. What I mean 
you will not know. The law always finds 
a black veil to cover the face.
 


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Sztelak Marcin

Sztelak Marcin, 17 june 2017

Emfazy

 
Młode liście zarastają powidoki
zza okien, bezszybnych.
Wiatr wygrywa pieśni żałobne
na prawie pustych butelkach.
 
Więc, mimo widocznej entropii,
spijam resztki. Wypalają znaki
po wewnętrznej stronie cienioświatła.
 
Chociaż zawsze twierdzono, że to mrok,
jednak splątany w świeże pędy
poznaję prawdę. Aktualnie jedyną
dostępną.
 
Męczą mnie wspomnienia ciężkich gron
pękających z trzaskiem. A słodki sok
napełniał ziemię.
 
Teraz nastał czas wzrostu,
ale ten nie napawa już otuchą.
Przekornie więdnę, zapadając coraz głębiej
w gęstniejące powietrze.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 june 2017

Humbled

You miss the words and numbers. 
The gameplan gets ascention. The 
podium was high. 
And so was your head. 
 
Swallowed by the winds 
unable to reach the end of journey. 
Were you not thinking? 
Was it a treason to withdraw – 
 
from the frills? In love scare 
there were other things to do, 
in the storm, 
like collecting the thorns. 
 
You step outside the dark and 
feel the limbs of light, 
altering the script to become 
a miracle.


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Sztelak Marcin

Sztelak Marcin, 16 june 2017

Przepis na wodę w proszku

 
Ballada o wojence nucona do poduszki
— miłych snów o leju po wybuchu bomby.
Zresztą po przebudzeniu też zgliszcza,
więc to tylko kwestia pory dnia.
 
Zielono mi —  uparcie mruczysz pod nosem,
usilnie nie zwracają uwagi na wszechobecną
rdzę, chociaż chrzęści pod stopami,
zatyka usta.
 
Plując udajesz uśmiech:
dzień dobry pani, piękny dzień,
bo pod chmurami świeci słońce.
Najprawdopodobniej.
 
W końcu  czas przepłukać gardło,
zalewasz starannie odmierzoną porcję.
Orzeźwienie, dreszcze i dobranoc.
 
Śpij w pokoju. Nic innego nie pozostało.


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