Satish Verma, 9 april 2017
Talking of morality abuse
and implanting of false truth,
words stammer.
A fiery birth after
the mist. I intend to collect
the dark energy of beyond.
A pillow dance waits
for the inevitable death.
Only one eye will see the moon.
You bend back,
open the eyes thirstily.
Let Venus unwrap the breast-
and start swimming
in gunmetal sky for the final
journey of delinquent mind.
Satish Verma, 9 april 2017
Talking of morality abuse
and implanting of false truth,
words stammer.
A fiery birth after
the mist. I intend to collect
the dark energy of beyond.
A pillow dance waits
for the inevitable death.
Only one eye will see the moon.
You bend back,
open the eyes thirstily.
Let Venus unwrap the breast-
and start swimming
in gunmetal sky for the final
journey of delinquent mind.
Satish Verma, 5 april 2017
In your limpid eyes
a pacifism slumps.
All I could say was, wrong sex
was ending in ice.
Dark energy: we were not expanding
Lies galore : we were casting
off our skins. I will not seek
afterlife. The hand carries the old coat.
Retrodiction. Don't want to shed
the charm. Waited for the change
which never came. Chicken,
wearing love, no bones.
Latest navel show. Walking on
ramp. Aphrodiasiac for the dangling
egos. Let us go for a
collective suicide.
Satish Verma, 4 april 2017
In transit of soul,
when you were under siege,
you got a new number for afterlife
wearing a white robe-
and could see right through
your past picking up the
lips from the despair
of ancient dream.
Will you catch the honeydew
dripping from the eternal tree
of life? Have you seen night-
blooming flames gouging-
the intrigues from the black
walls? There has been a deepening
sense of despair. The venus is
ready to unrobe in full glare of sun.
Renato N. Mascardo, 4 april 2017
lauriat
hot tea in our cups
chopsticks click as tales rush forth
together we laugh.
renato
04-01-2017
Satish Verma, 3 april 2017
It was middle noon
on the deserted street.
Nobody will come out
to greet the sun.
You will lift the fallen leaves
to soften the blow,
corrupting the morality
crouching in the shadow.
A slumber was needed
to get the head shaven.
Touching the dust,
the heat, the winds.
Dig a sinking hole
deep in the heart.
It will suck all your tears
all your salt.
Wiadomsky, 2 april 2017
nothing
just nothing
just no
within
outline of me
beyond
something is
something
to be
or not to be
for anything
Satish Verma, 2 april 2017
Nonchalantly
you rip the smile off,
from the face of a sleeping Buddha.
It was time
to start digging a weeping
hole in the grave of an ancient-
god who would not wake up
after you found blood on the knife.
What was your mandate
after finding the turmoil
in the tunnel for light?
The life sentence passed on
to vultures will give the
corpse a chance to live.
On one side were the angles
developing the spatial memory.
On other side you were
sitting in a cage.
Joe Breunig, 1 april 2017
Too many people are fearful, regarding
contact with The Divine; they realize
that they will be transformed by God,
but unrelentingly remain unwilling…
to make a commitment to His Kingdom.
Being identified as a Christian, grips
them with apprehension; the idea of
ridicule pierces their soul; wisdom
from God currently evades them, since
a deficiency of Faith constrains them;
with the presence of the Holy Spirit,
one is empowered to properly evince
God’s Truth for successful living.
We’re made to stand out; holy fire
within us illuminates God’s Love at
work in us with humble thanksgiving.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Exo 19
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Joe Breunig, 1 april 2017
Yahweh understands the irony
surrounding us; though we’re
unneeded, but wanted by Him…
shows our ignorance; to see
Him as He is, would exceed our
current level of comprehension.
And yet, we have opportunities
to truly savor His divine power.
When will our pathetic attitudes,
towards Him and others change,
given Salvation’s promise, that’s
the result of the Great Exchange?
Author notes
Inspired by:
John 3:16; 2 Cor 5:21 and
The irony is that while God doesn’t need
us, but still wants us, we desperately
need God, but don’t really want Him most
of the time. ―Francis Chan
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
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