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Net soos Noag, David & Abraham
word dissiepels van die ware lam.
Net soos Johannes, Lukas of Filamon
leer die word en vertrou net op Hom.
Leef soos Titus, Markus & Daniël
wys vir almal dat God maak ‘n verskil,
of
wees dan net soos getroue Job,
die beste dienaar van onse God.
As jy is soos die kind van God,
dan hoop ek jy besef –
jy’t ‘n baie groot job
Vertel die mense van onse
PA.
Wees ‘n voorbeeld en hou op
om te kla.
Sing ‘n lied van Salemo
en help die volk om dan te glo.
Vertel hulle almal van Matteus
En openbaar aan hulle God se heilige gees.
Jy weet Paulus het vir God om die aarde geloop, sonder ‘n staf of selfs ‘n stukkie brood.
Só moenie nou word soos die Romeine,
want jy berhoort aan God – Ja jy is syne.
Kry die doop & breek die brood,
bly in Hom & vrees nooit die dood.
Die koningkryk van die Hemel het gekom,
so maak seker dat als wat jy doen is net vir Hom.
Wees opreg soos ‘n duif,
Dan sal jy vir ewig bly in ons Vader se huis.
The stars shine, indifferent to what was and what will be.
In a way, the night sky, as beautiful as it may be, is the most nihilsitic thing one may look at
The same stars remains unchanged- from Aristotle's view, or yours
And yet you stare in awe
Of a black that refuses to die
Two moons instead of one- the night is clear tonight
In this Autumn summers breeze, on this grass, there's no greater sight
the stars pair in twins and blind one with awe.
Although the stars will fade,
They will be back, waiting for your return each night
for you to sonder during day, what you yonder at night
And your stepmom is in the kitchen with the smell of cooking onions
Upstairs your sister is in her room writing college essays and listening to her playlist on full blast
And your little brother is doing his very first homework assignment
And smiling about how much he loves kindergarten
And the fact that he is a big boy now
The cat is on the porch
The dog is in his bed
The stars are all right where they are supposed to be
You may not be talking to anyone
you may be alone in your room
But you are all there
You are all home.
Recently you’ve noticed the look of fear on your sister’s face at any mention of college
have gotten used to your father's grey hair and new glasses
You notice that your brother is too big to carry
he doesn’t always cry when he falls down
your stepmom's face is lined with the years
And her lips are thin
you see your dog walk funny
And you have to call louder for him to hear you
Your cat doesn’t catch birds or mice anymore
She lays in the sun, lazy on the porch
And the neighborhood kids come over to pet her, scratch behind her ears.
but you notice, they aren’t exactly kids anymore
It finally hits you that in less than a year
You won’t all be living together anymore
Your sister will be all the way across the world
In a big school in Italy
She won’t just be across the hall in the other room
And you won’t have dinner together anymore
Or make pancakes on Sunday mornings
And your dog won’t know where she has gone
And your cat will know but won’t understand
Your parents’ bones start to creak
Your brother is getting older and doesn’t hug you as often
And your life is stagnant
But moving too fast all at the same time
You’re dizzy
Your tears won’t come
It all feels so surreal.
Your sister has half a year
You have two more after her
And your bother has 9 more when you leave.
Your childhood will be ripped apart but it will also be scattered like ashes across the world
And you will find pieces of it wherever you go.
A stretched gloaming tethers creation in a
daystar's wake ... askew parts The Old Guitarist
ebbing lambent stars strung to a yarn of spring ...
'Tis the volley of calendrical crasis
poised to a youthful Einstein that subtracts from
the sum and substance whence summer makes a splash ...
The advent of an enchanting star dulls a
chant that the Khanate only stains upon its
Golden Horde smolders beneath befriending clouds ...
A whiff that slights Aurelius' bearings yet
still trifles a chalk absence to the presence
of cheese that embellishes the languid tracing ...
The shallow space of bards decreed a crowning
flock of teary favoring san tissues of
lissome verdancy choral ode vibrant charms ...
Worshipped effervescent microscopic dew
bringing into being just one bell prayers
bearing fruits of promise in globule water ...
Petrichor emanates to a hoverance
wisp claim as wandering brevity stands still
amidst a sonder of souls ventured threshold ...
Gold beams glimpsed a bevy coup of a vast crest
as the dripping stalled in evaporating
stares chase a clinked rainbow flaunts with ... creation.
Ek het jou lief
Ek het jou lief , nie net vir wat jy is nie ,
maar vir wat ek word waneer ek by jou is .
ek het jou lief nie net vir die hoogtes wat jy bereik nie
maar vir die hoogtes waarheen jy my lei.
Ek het jou lief , vir die goeie dinge wat jy in my na vore bring.
Ek het jou lief, omdat jy al my swakhede oorsien wat ek niekan mis kyk nie,
en omdat jy die lig en verborge skoonheid in my raak sien
wat ander nie die moeite doen om te vind nie.
Ek het jou lief, omdat jy die moontlikheid van swakheid in my igroneer
en omdat jy slegs agslaan op die moontlikheid van goeie in my.
Ek het jou lief omdat jy jou ore sluit vir die wan klanke in my
, en eeder vir my musiek vir die lewe bring.
Ek het jou lief omdat jy my help met die balke in my lewe
sodat ek eendag 'n tempel daarmee kan bou.
Ek het jou lief omdat jy daarin geslaag het om my gelukkig te maak
waneer ek nie eers wou smile nie.
jy het dit gedoen . . . Nie deur aanraking nie .... Sonder 'n teken ... Net deur jou self te wees.
ek het jou onvoorwaardelik lief?
Image of Moon Clouds Air provided by Pixabay.
*Selenophila
Ballet of calm swans glissades, silhouette
placed culled singles tryst, pond sides by vast knoll,
balters few burbled matches. Grasped sunset
whilst espy eyes pry, as through a peephole,
faint lights pair, a porcelain minuet.
Lain on their fleeces, woolgathering whirled --
supine visages, prompt smeared tattooed rouge
-- upgrades furtive vagary functions, twirled
tendrils e'er sensing blond frames ... whelve amour
amongst enthused pristine hearts, fused refuge
sonder renaissance ere night's prism, savior
per drawn orphic sight, a ringed rainbow moon,
selenophiles resplendent moored grandeur
flame, epoch pairs euphoric dulcet swoon.
*Selenophila: Loving the moon and finding it soothingly captivating.
2021 May 19
*4th Place*
Summer love sonnet
~~John Hamilton: Judged 2021 May 24
Spree three quite legal vehicles at a four-way intersection by selection,
suddenly,
abundantly,
glaring,
blaring,
crashing,
smashing,
cooperating,
accommodating,
persistence,
assistance,
fender,
bender,
easy,
peasy,
surely,
truly, ...
"You had not responded, so sad God bless, *sonder."
*sonder: special (mindless to being ...)
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Melts to a smooth touch that norms Autumn's eve,
eyes calm swans ballet, glissades silhouette,
faint lights pair, a porcelain minuet.
A curio stand, well placed, best achieve.
Nice culled singles tryst, pond sides by vast knoll,
balters few burbled matches. Grasped sunset
prompts a quietude, occasions beset
whilst espy eyes pry, as through a peephole.
Selenophiles resplendent moored grandeur
supine visages, prompt smeared tattooed rouge
amongst enthused pristine hearts, fused refuge
sonder renaissance ere night's prism, savior
flame, epoch pairs euphoric dulcet swoon
per drawn orphic sight, a ringed rainbow moon.
Written: February 1st, 2025 For contest by Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Tethered to a wick, flickering in orbit,
carnelian and velvet flute notes swirl.
Amber sparks rise and swarm.
Gold and glories cavort,
while a sable-zaffre shroud is weaving graffiti,
The candle's lambent light casts the shadows.
Opals float akin to petals in a cesspool,
triggering thoughts of scarlet shift,
as coppery sensations escape their chains.
Shelves push against a bound bosom.
Creativity exhales smoke and throws.
while maples' sway ruins bibliophilic dreams.
Rhapsody strikes with a sigh of melodic delight.
shining coldly, like winter's moonlight.
whirling shadows and crimson angels,
as eventide-colored darts whistle on ledges.
Candelabras wear cardigans as gaunt sailors.
And garrulous flames tell tales of gossamer nights.
Vivid, sprawling thoughts and tangled ideas emerge,
from a nexus of opia and kuebiko's kenopsia; exulansis,
This blazing pyre is shadowed by slipshod stupidity.
Seraphic moments—a sylph-like eudaemonia whisper of
Virtuous knowledge whispers umpteen realities.
Onism turns a mere blip in liberosis dreams,
Blazing a trail of endless adventures!
Altschmerz soothes sonder in occhiolism reveries.
Epiphany shines pure, like the aurora elixir.
Monachopsis leaves views, and kenopsia fades—a balm,
Ethereal panacea from unseen yet deeply felt nodes.
Vivid yet deep colors echo the pain of the moment.
It enables us to view life through a cosmic lens.
Maples sway melodically under the moon’s glow,—
their frosty sheen bestows grace
light plays across the frozen ground,
creating fleeting beauty.
Written: September 16, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
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Line of inquiry:
“Neither desire nor aversion
Meditation our immersion
Conditioned beliefs discarded
Hymns we hum are our own version”
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No ardor blaze nor stalwart scorn binds,
we dispel the bane of trapped, tepid minds.
Vintage myths, pernicious, now discarded,
their mahogany mask was no longer guarded
Immersion deep—our hymnody our own,
a cadence born of nephesh, not of stone.
No sibyl’s cry, no querulous apostate,
but inward light that limns a gentler fate.
We parse the path with temerity’s grace,
over euthanasia chill, and saudade space.
Voracious shadows woo, yet stall in vain,
their horrisonous chorus dulled by pain.
The caldron simmers with several concerns.
Yet, prosperity arises from internal burns.
A quizzacious logophile may indite,
verselets of sonder stippled into night.
Aphelion arc sibyllines — us decorum;
thanatopsis whispers dulcet in the forum.
We trudge over sludge, yet smudge turns design,
a psychedelic diorama, still divine.
No umpire heralds, no caducity’s bell,
but ipseity transmogrified as spell.
We christen silence, indite our own version,
a hymn of freedom, a mortal immersion.
So let the path be convoluted, long—
we walk invictus, singing our own song.