Satish Verma, 7 may 2020
It sets me off
when you bring up
afterlife.
With upturned
snout, the asp, enters
the hole.
Emptiness
fills the gaps. Somewhere
words join. Become a sentence.
Satish Verma, 6 may 2020
Standing in the centre of a circle,
trying to reach the periphery.
Was it a mistake―
to exhume the entombed
injury?
The bloody withdrawl
takes you back to brown
earth from the red sea.
How would you receive,
that you don't receive?
Your eyeslids flutter.
Sun will ask you for
shutting the eyes. The
glass breaks in your
globes.
Fibrosis cracks. You are
moving faster now in black rain.
steve, 6 may 2020
I heard a familiar voice today... I turned and it was you...
And all the strength I thought I had... was something I construed,
I almost fell down on my knees... as I silently cried your name...
But I had to keep my tears inside... because you don't feel the same,
We laughed and talked and all the while... the tears were pouring down...
And I cried a river of tears for you... but I wished that I had drowned,
Life is cold and hard... when you're living it alone...
When there's no one in your life to love... it can turn your heart to stone,
Everything I feel for you... I keep locked up inside...
Because I can't ask you once again... to cross that great divide,
I felt my knees begin to shake... if you only knew,
It takes my breath away each time... to get that close to you...
I just want to share with you... what only two can share...
And fill my heart with memories... instead of lost despair.
To lay down close beside you... to feel your skin touch mine...
To let my heart love again... before I'm "out of time,"
Satish Verma, 5 may 2020
It was a cloudburst-
from your saddened eyes.
I want you to hurt me.
Like blood fingers writing
a name in sky-of
a towering fault.The sin
0f unabandoning a hymn.
The breach will swallow
the lamb.I would not know
of the Aquila, how
big were its wings.
Burn me in your eyes.
O goddess, why you always
look like a fireball?
O liberty, what was the color
of your torn gown? The aconites and anemones
have beautiful buttercups.
How would you drink the lethal dose?
Satish Verma, 4 may 2020
It was syntax
killing a kiss.
You play with a button.
You press a rose,
between the lips,
in black and white.
A nerve quivers
from head to toe.
Where the stars go when you cry.
Satish Verma, 3 may 2020
No comments. The eagle
is ready to pounce on
your future, when you were
preparing to consume your past.
Flesh eaters. They are going
far than far. I wanted
to do something strange
and new, for example―
like destroying myself. Dirty
thoughts. Always coming with
new legends. It is a deep
hole. Cavernous.
A dark blankness. You
are not arriving. And then you
let it go― sensually, facing
the unknown. An explosion,
waits for a new birth. A poem!
Renato N. Mascardo, 2 may 2020
while we wait
in this
time of the crown
this deadly devouring
scourge love persists and distancing
unites
renato
saturday 02 may 2020
RENATA, 2 may 2020
Umierający dandys -Nils Dardel 1918
blady zarys ust zawisł
zastygł w półuśmiechu
półleżąc w półśnie
chce dokonać żywota
dandys goguś niecnota
salonowy hemafrodyta
kończy się wiek
homokochanków
łez płyną potoki
spod monokli
żałobne kobiety z żalem
kolory chustą skrywają
śmierć rozpusta
gniew i śmiech
zatracić się aż po nierzeczywistość
hulaszczym kolekcjom wołać dość
ten gest to śmierć kobieto poczekaj
Satish Verma, 29 april 2020
What could you do
when the donor fatigue
is on display? And stops the succor?
You are no more hungry.
A Buddha sleeps nonchalantly.
Small, blue grapes leave
their mark on the plate.
It will take decades to unknow
the sexual orientation.
Breathing in the incense,
the cannabis rules.
You were inhaling the history.
A unisex quality
in the seedless pomes.
steve, 28 april 2020
I don't like to think about... how the years have slipped away...
But everytime I think of us... it seems like yesterday,
I think about the times we shared... as two young lover's would...
If only I could turn back time... then you know I would,
But we were young and reckless... and the winds of change did blow...
And I never thought I'd ever be... someone you used to know,
The years have pulled us far apart... from what it used to be...
And I wonder what your life is now... do you ever think of me,
I've not found a single one... that I'd compare to you...
I held perfection in my hands... and let it slip right threw,
Regrets for what I didn't do... keep me living in the past...
There's so much that I want to say... but your not here to ask,
The hollow darkness screams your name... as the echo fades away...
And I am left here all alone... with only yesterday.
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