Renato N. Mascardo, 14 february 2018
asymmetry
love when
less than requited
bears bitterness in
its wake//
renato
wednesday 14 february 2018
Satish Verma, 14 february 2018
Sitting at a funeral;
in ashes, you search-
the faces of dead. To
shut down the apostrophes.
How far was your home,
you don’t want to
go back? A black moon
invites the tallest flare-
of the sun. Bright
death will ask no compensation.
You can travel over half-
memories of frozen pain.
Hourglass to Kundo clocks,
you were collecting all the
souvenirs to stall the
translations from coast to coast.
Satish Verma, 13 february 2018
Hold your saliva.
The kissing syndrome,
is on prowl.
A threat looms large;
over the face on the face
of most beautiful eyes.
Are you fascinated by the-
picture of shedding the skin?
The reptile was most venomsus.
Strikes, when you are
sleeping. Floats into your house
when it is dark.
A remake of the horror
of holocaust? Will it
affect your lips?
Karen Adams, 12 february 2018
Ta miłość
Wydarta z mych dłoni
Ten czas
Którego nikt nie dogoni
Te ręce
Które łakną chleba
Dla nieba Boże
Dla nieba
This love
Torn from my hands
This time
Which no one can catch up
Those hands
Who crave bread
God for heaven
For heaven
Satish Verma, 12 february 2018
Tell me. Tonight,
when your mind goes blank,
where the smoldering words
will go?
Half-submerged is the harvest
moon. There are splotches
of clouds, but no
clear invite.
Aerial moonlight.
tells the age of tallest pine.
I will not climb the
Everest anymore.
Sky now plunges deep in
an abyss. I will embrace
the upturned terra ferma
and write a new poem.
Satish Verma, 11 february 2018
The double-edged truth
had the exoticism. The blood was
in air. A blue bird draws
a red line, indulging in spiritualization
of a gray design. The testosterones
chart the trajectory in the flame
of the forest.
You deploy your army in zero
hour. Colored leaves start casting
the spell. You listen to the rustling
of skirt. Moon was walking in.
A pink sword and sharpened
claws. After the vulture hit,
the death wil swoop down on you suddenly.
Satish Verma, 10 february 2018
This was
a prelude to a prefix.
I want to stretch
my arms
to reach your moon.
*
Why did they had
to go,
the night,
the caper,
the moon!
Karen Adams, 9 february 2018
Może sie uda bo Ja wierze w cuda
Ta melodia sprzed lat
Którą zgubił swiat
Uchylilam jej drzwi
Abyś mógł wejść z nia Ty
Nie zgadzam się
Na wyrok losu
Aby w ten sposób
Potraktował mnie czas.
Maybe it will work because I believe in miracles
That melody from years ago
Which the world has lost
I opened her door a crack
So that you can come in with her
I do not agree
At the judgment of fate
To that way
Time has treated me.
Satish Verma, 9 february 2018
A deep kiss.
Deepest-ever
of exTreme love
for the death;
milky way.
*
Separating-
the numbers
from infinity.
Will you find one day
a big Zero?
Satish Verma, 8 february 2018
Read it,
or do not read
the road map.
Something has eaten into your wings.
You will not be able to fly
in the silent valley.
*
The clay gardens.
You always loved, the eccentricity.
A meltdown
refrains the sequenced
shyness. There will be
no moon tonight.
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