George Krokos

George Krokos, 12 january 2017

Quatrain 157 - The inner beauty of man.....

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

George Krokos, 12 january 2017

The New Year's Resolution

Wouldn’t it be good
if everyone could
do what they all should?
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 12 january 2017

Water

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

George Krokos, 12 january 2017

Transformation

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

POEWHIT, 11 january 2017

DEAD FISH

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


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 january 2017

Regenerating

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.


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POEWHIT

POEWHIT, 10 january 2017

FOR SALE

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


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 january 2017

Taking Off

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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POEWHIT

POEWHIT, 9 january 2017

MY RELIGIOUS T.V.

Brainwasher - telling me this thing.
That way - I must sing.
Your song only for me.
Not like my ideas and free.

Look I do into your eye.
You never blink - onward sighs.
Telling me your ways to be.
Weak minded - am I really free ????

An addict you have made me.
Sit I do - you must set me free.
Then I become your song.
Out on the street - hanging long.

BEAT - ROB - STEAL - AND KILL.
UPPER - DOWNER - ACTION - ALL THRILLS.
DANCE ALL NIGHT-GAMBLE - SPEED PILL.
GOD said, "CROSS ON THE HILL".

from my poem book DREAMS 2


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 january 2017

Confessional Hurt

Holding the ladder 
I was hungry 
looking at the waiting dawn. 
 
Raw landscape: 
narcissism 
forages the belly. 
 
Picking up the figs 
from passion flowers. 
Is that right? 
 
Can you sow the seeds 
on a cloud? 
Unclothed words? 
 
Stealthily 
a guerilla smashes 
a summary of centre. 
 
A falconer 
releases a prey 
to feed an anarchy.


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