Satish Verma, 24 january 2023
Words of violence,
violence of words. From where
these letters come?
The duplicity of
message unfolds the snaky
chess play of destiny.
Dreams, they will fly
away like sparrowS in a
troupe of actors.
Satish Verma, 23 january 2023
Will go sepia, if
you are black. No shipwreck was
visible after.
Let colosseum
break in, under the glass ceiling.
Come September.
The end dance begins.
There was no cracks in the
moon, lips waiting.
Marek Gajowniczek, 22 january 2023
Przemieszczenia i dostawy -
wielka gra wojenna.
Tajemnic swych strzegą sztaby -
Obawa wzajemna.
Burze oraz gęste chmury
ukryły zamiary.
AWACS stracił widok z góry
przez antyradary.
.
Napastnicy nie liczyli
na swoją technikę.
Z wyprzedzeniem przekupili
Unii politykę.
Teraz wiedzą, słyszą, widzą
więcej niż by chcieli.
Dawnych metod się nie wstydzą.
Komu dać? - wiedzieli!
.
Money, money, money
kont Panamy
zacierają ślad.
Money, money, money -
Świat przegrany
nie doliczy strat!
Aha, aha,
Póki Orkiestra gra,
bój na wyniszczenie
jest w groszowej cenie
i bezkarnie trwa!
Satish Verma, 22 january 2023
Between us was
left a prelude. I open
the ruined book.
Why there was other
pain in eyes. Differentia?
Of unknown feel?
A creeper climbs,
your small window of psyche.
Jets ethereal spray.
Satish Verma, 20 january 2023
Is it sacrilege?
Half-men were becoming―
predators? Insects?
That transcends the
sounds of agitated earth.
You don't bend to kiss.
A perverted sense―
prevails. Listen to rustling
of darkened night.
Satish Verma, 18 january 2023
You had failed me―
god, when angst was burning
my fingers to write.
A poem. Mauve-blue
lips go into a seizure,
to fight the demons.
Delphinium's spur
trembles without any wind. An
angel has fallen.
steve, 18 january 2023
I'm sorry for what I said.. that turned your heart to stone...
But the love that drew me close to you.. is what I've never known,
I never meant to push you.. or turn your heart away...
I thought the strength I felt in you.. might help me find my way,
I don't know what I've done.. but the rain keeps pouring down...
As this broken heart cries out for love.. that's nowhere to be found,
I'm sorry for the friendship.. that I never got to hold...
Or the truth that's in my heart... I should have never told,
For the shoulder, I can't cry on.. for whatever I did wrong...
Forgive a broken man.. who's been lonely for too long.
steve, 18 january 2023
If you can't feel my love, above anything you've known...
After everything I've done and everything I've shown,
If you can't hear the words, that I speak to only you...
And know there from my heart, and every word is true,
If you can't see a time, that has peeled away the years...
Knowing time is running out, as are all my tears,
If you can't give to me, the only chance I need...
As you cut me with your words, and I just stand and bleed,
If you'd rather have the fantasies, that live inside your head...
Instead of flesh and blood, that can take your heart to bed,
If you let me walk away because you say that you don't care...
Then you're doing me a favor, because you were "never there".
steve, 18 january 2023
I've run "out of words" to say to you... but don't want to say goodbye...
Or let go of the dreams I've held... believing we could fly,
But one believing is not enough.. for love must be two...
No matter how hard the truth is to face... I'll never wake up with you,
I've carried this torch for so long.. my world beginning to burn...
As flames blow up all around me.. my life I cannot discern,
It's as though I'm under a spell.. and can focus no farther than you...
And try as I might to break down your walls... I've yet to ever get threw,
I don't know how long I can hold on... I don't know if you'll ever see...
I think I should throw my dreams to the wind.. and hope it sets my heart free.
steve, 18 january 2023
When at last we are accustomed.. to shoulder what we load...
Life will put a curve.. on a straight and narrow road...
No matter what the obstacle.. that's placed in front of you...
You rise to the challenge.. and what you have to do,
It's a trait that I admire.. it shows how strong you are...
It makes me proud to know you.. and how you've come so far,
The strength you have within you.. that others clearly see...
Was "something that you gave".. and made a better man of me,
It's a reason I was drawn to you... like the moth is to a flame...
It wasn't just your beauty.. this heart had longed to tame,
Your spirit is so complex ... with sides that you've kept stowed...
Or a stallion that runs free.. no man has ever rode,
I look up when I see you... what you gave to me is real...
Strength, love, and hope.. are the things you make me feel.
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