Satish Verma, 12 january 2017
Uncovering your breasts
and waist,
you become half-eaten.
Disaffection
fathere a child.
The intimacy was
false. There were anger and theatrics.
The paternity suit falls
flat. The boundaries between
underthings are torn.
Painting the self-portrait
I had made a cut on my face
for you to bleed.
With a flick of hand
you wipe out the whole future.
George Krokos, 12 january 2017
The ocean is so very deep that it must have a lot to hide
which has been sunk into its depths along with the tide.
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George Krokos, 12 january 2017
The inner beauty of man is far superior to that of the outer,
we only need look deep enough within us to see it's greater.
It is basically through ignorance most haven't seen this fact,
but to actually witness this truth requires extraordinary tact.
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George Krokos, 12 january 2017
Wouldn’t it be good
if everyone could
do what they all should?
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George Krokos, 12 january 2017
Water is the offspring of space and time
and when it flows seeks to trace the area
of its parents courtship which resulted in
their fiery union producing seeds of nature
for their nourishment and growth,
in the soil of this earth with its fertile clime.
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George Krokos, 12 january 2017
When doubts of the mind
have all been left behind
and the light of your Soul
shows the way to life's goal
then real change for the better
happens according to the letter
of words that have inspired you
just as they're proved to be true;
acting on them as best as you can
transforming you into a new man.
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POEWHIT, 11 january 2017
Dead fish, poison lake.
Acid rain, sunshine bake.
No fish in the pond.
Clip coupons from the bond.
Mighty wonder, mega works.
Drill more oil satan lurks.
Empty hook upon the bay.
Crabs gone, whats to say.
Tiny fish sold in plastic.
Paper weight, oh to fantastic.
Dirty water, no more life.
Kids dead, took one bite.
from my poem book DREAMS
Satish Verma, 11 january 2017
The trembling hands were
ostrasized for living more
than the mafia.
Why the marigold
will not use the magical potent
to understand the conceit?
Wounded by street
an unease settles on devestated trees.
How the broken moon will rise now?
The giver will not distort
the truth for the sake of bleak landscape.
Seeds were waiting to sprout.
You can bend the rainbow.
Night was raped for nothing.
Sun will take the revenge.
POEWHIT, 10 january 2017
AIR FOR SALE=+=THINK.
Vomit into rusty sink.
Sick all day long.
Fading into the haze.
Black-red-green cloud maze.
10,000 chems and more.
Mix in the air - SHUT DOOR !
Tape the windows good.
Clean air machine - VooooooM.
Inside I'm alive today.
Unborn child - what's to say.
On the couch - T.V. on.
Food tube in my arm.
Just hiding thinking of the sky.
Those multi-colored clouds pass by.
from my poem book DREAMS 2
Satish Verma, 10 january 2017
Outraged film
and dirt life.
The descent was complete.
A shadow under the moon
walks past the lake,
comes out of the body.
Every dream
leaves an imprint on the glass.
Will never drink the moonlight again.
The blank surrender
alongside crutches
loses the tolerance of question marks.
Like my fear
enveloping you in blazing sun
for a candle.
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