Satish Verma, 1 december 2016
Like each dropp of your humbleness
engulfing my urbanite woes;
the graffiti emerges in tender grace
to resurrect a windmill.
My spirit, the abode of small birds
carrying the sunset on its back
was returning home for the final-
sleep in the lap of twilight.
When autumn comes and crippled,
brown leaves start falling, I will
set the birds free in the winds
to find their new master.
The nest will weep for the broken song.
In space between the eyes, lies the negation
which will not accept the peace of a
grave. I will follow the wilderness-
of thoughts again.
Satish Verma, 29 november 2016
A sorcerer moon was rising
amidst grizzly clouds.
A lurid willingness of night
to surrender was evident-
skimming the stars.
A pact was inked between an
antiheroine and a renegade.
An apostate-
will find the refuge in serenades.
The feline grace jars the sexism
by sitting on the fence.
A blue ocean will churn out
the urn of lethal poison.
That flame. Can you kill
the wolf? The tricks of
child-molesting were
on the big screen.
steve, 28 november 2016
We'd been ten years together.. but I'm not going to lie...
As the hardest year's I've ever faced... I wish had passed me by,
There were trials we faced together.. and trials I faced alone...
Times that I needed you.. but you left me on my own,
There are things that I've forgiven.. and things I can't forget...
But the love I had.. forever changed.. the first time I was hit,
If it all had played out different.. if you had more self-control...
The love we had.. may have survived.. despite the heavy toll,
Our actions cause reactions.. and the foundation that was laid...
Was a price that cost us everything.. and should never have been paid,
We can't turn back the hands of time.. we can't change who we are...
What we had went up in flames.. just like a burning car,
It was all downhill their after.. and I should have walked away...
I could have saved us both the pain.. of the higher price we'd pay,
If you're always in the fast lane..someday your going to crash...
But I'd like to think that something.. could be carried from the ash..
What's done is done.. we must move on.. let the past remain the past...
And together, turn what we destroyed.. into friendship that will last,
If anger and resentment.. are allowed to have control...
Friendship's not an option.. as we'll have to just let go,
After all these years together.. if we let go what was lost...
I think that we can build a bridge.. that both of us could cross.
Satish Verma, 28 november 2016
Some apologies for the anatomy.
Stain -
has shifted to moon.
No fragrance, no color, no dewfall.
Night has been spooked.
Disconnected - I will meet the
transparent truth about the lies
of a prose. Sick earth will receive
the dismembered verse in locked embrace
of bloody limbs.
Raw diamonds-
will teach to play with sex
in the house of terror. When -
you forget the space between
the clouds and thighs.
Between good and bad
I bleed.
steve, 27 november 2016
Two hearts beating.. side by side...
Torn apart.. is love denied,
But even miles.. cannot erase...
The love that know one.. could replace,
Now this heartbeats.. just for you...
Through lonely nights.. and tears of blue,
And dreams someday.. the love that flows...
From my heart.. to yours will know,
No walls.. nor fence.. nor miles between...
Two hearts.. could ever change a thing,
As the world, we knew... was torn apart...
My love still soars.. into your heart,
Like golden wings.. into the sun...
Two hearts filled.. become as one.
Satish Verma, 27 november 2016
I am standing in peat.
The war drags on.
The dirt is raw,
squirting on to fingernails
turning them blue.
Who was running away
from hinges?
The genital warts were
spreading. The cold facts will
wear casuistry. The train
derails. Only the earth
is hurt.
Dreams cannot close the
wounds. You want to go
where the jungle is. Teeth
are broken. Eyes
become the house for ants.
Satish Verma, 26 november 2016
In the exodus of emotions
I try to flee human fears
in earth hour.
The sky will not be civil to me.
You had become a dark flame
like port wine.
Who was changing
the skin like a snake?
I was busy cupping a hemangioma
on the face of a moon.
Tucked between the breasts
a dream fumbles with a cyclone.
One more city dies
in my head. The streets
are walking back.
Satish Verma, 25 november 2016
He wants-
to sort through the voices
he used to hear-
in his head,
to understand the vexed past.
He will make his bent arm
a bow and shoot
a moon between the doors.
Walk with a snake in grass
and feed his children.
Irreverence becomes an import
from the strangers.
When you were burning
inside, what was the need for the family
of periwinkles
to condole with jingles.
A timer device
explodes on your face.
A human bomb unfathers
a class of hibiscus.
Joe Breunig, 24 november 2016
We’re definitely blessed,
to know that we’re not…
blown about, like chaff;
if we perform, as taught,
then we’ll steer clear of
the ungodly, their counsel
and unforeseen troubles.
Via Jehovah’s holy council,
we delight in His Tenets,
Law, Principles, New Mercies
and Grace everyday; our lives
are planted as… sturdy trees
beside Christ’s fresh rivers
of everlasting, living waters;
therefore, let’s prosper as…
victorious sons and daughters.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Psa 1
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 24 november 2016
You always repeat the moons
in your eyes.
I will not drop my lids.
I was talking to myself
about the perversity of skimming
the sperm, throwing black rocks
on milk white daisies-
to protest against the fields
not ploughed deeply and scattering
the seeds in wild jungle.
One day panther will die
on his own, head down,
swaying, leaning on one side
and then collapsing.
No pheromones will come out
from the spent body.
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