dhaneswar bey, 25 august 2016
Oh its Village.
In the Village No one Challage Each Other
Human will Happy What He is,
Human are Happy What They have,
Human never feel What others are.
I am Happy What I am.
In City Human are be in
Compatition
You have this, other have that
Why Can't I ?
In this Human are Every much
Happy in Village, But Growing
World Human avoid to Stay Village.
Why Why Being a Human
All Our Climate Change and Globalwarming
Are due to City, Not Due to Village
Villagers are very Natural Friendly.
All thier Culture belongs to Nature.
Village Village Village.
Dhaneswar Bey
dhaneswar bey, 25 august 2016
Human Life..
Human are keeps Finding the Happiness
But Happines never stable
And Never be with us
Size of our Body, Height and Weight
Grown up, Issue in the Life
Grow Up and never End.
But Human feel themself Happy.
Finding Happiness
Human Forget Themself
Forget Father and Mother
Or Relatives
But He never Find his Real
Happiness Happiness.
End will be Body Strongness
Are Getting Weak Day after a Day
Happiness will follow like Wind
For a Peace of Happiness
Atlast Human will Lay Down
In the Earth and End.
Dhaneswar Bey
dhaneswar bey, 25 august 2016
Human Life..
Human are keeps Finding the Happiness
But Happines never stable
And Never be with us
Size of our Body, Height and Weight
Grown up, Issue in the Life
Grow Up and never End.
But Human feel themself Happy.
Finding Happiness
Human Forget Themself
Forget Father and Mother
Or Relatives
But He never Find his Real
Happiness Happiness.
End will be Body Strongness
Are Getting Weak Day after a Day
Happiness will follow like Wind
For a Peace of Happiness
Atlast Human will Lay Down
In the Earth and End.
Dhaneswar Bey
Satish Verma, 24 august 2016
The camellias.
Catch the witch on the pole:
A spring was here.
Sweep the road.
The exhibitionist
will put up a show.
Monsoon tours
the landscape amidst blows
from the rooftops.
Satish Verma, 23 august 2016
A golden bullet will bite
the adolescence for the sake of
prudence. Inebriated
everybody wanted to go in a state of bliss.
It was a targeted killing
of a dream. Redolent of a prophet
who will not answer the call
of a burning dune.
The holy moonless night will wash
the sins of a city today. I am not
going to meet the death tonight.
I am the eye and I am the nude.
Like truth on the other side of
exhibits. Pure beak was ready
to eat a virgin lie. Again we are
sitting to solve the mystery of adultery.
Satish Verma, 22 august 2016
A golden bullet will bite
the adolescence for the sake of
prudence. Inebriated
everybody wanted to go in a state of bliss.
It was a targeted killing
of a dream. Redolent of a prophet
who will not answer the call
of a burning dune.
The holy moonless night will wash
the sins of a city today. I am not
going to meet the death tonight.
I am the eye and I am the nude.
Like truth on the other side of
exhibits. Pure beak was ready
to eat a virgin lie. Again we are
sitting to solve the mystery of adultery.
Satish Verma, 21 august 2016
When night will not speak
and shoes will float on the water;
legs of truth will not move.
Latched to absence
unreasons held the hands of time.
I stopped believing in myself.
The genome had come in a bottle.
when the virgin son was killed in a raid.
The mausoleum will not accept the shroud.
The priest will pay the moon,
for the price of the nightly stings.
Now the death will kill the clouds of bees.
And the green door shuts the house
of light. Moonlight has gone missing.
We will have to find the lips of dark.
Joe Breunig, 20 august 2016
Three hundred sixty-five times,
we’re been instructed to not be
afraid; therefore, we’re to live
fearlessly with the revelation
knowledge of Who, God really is.
Troubles occur in Faith’s climb,
when the human ego fails to walk
within the Godly principles of
Love, Peace and Discernment; all
deal with unwanted issues, that
pop up unexpectedly. Accountability
remains; we’re liable to take stock
and be responsible for our actions;
as we have reverential fear of Him,
He finds pleasure in us, when we
exhibit Hope in His steadfast Love.
We’ll be able to live fearlessly,
when our Faith gains… its traction.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Isa 41:10; Psa 33:18, 35:27, 147:11
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 20 august 2016
The buff flaunts his elements
in a dissenting voice.
Don’t go into the lake.
There were no survivors.
Stop kissing the moon
all night. Clouds were moving
away for the coronation
of the sun.
The windowpane was broken.
Somebody has jumped into
the audience for a
golden drink.
It was my abstract thought
to donate my grief to
unrelenting god who was always
sending a twister with daffodils.
Satish Verma, 19 august 2016
Freezing was not required
for the casket. It only contained
a shroud.
The schism had scored a
victory. Bystanders will find
a dark matter
between the words. The god was
very lonely today. The black wounds
start crying.
A white cloud climbs the eagle’s
span. A golden moon walks like
a big tear.
A surge of greed will take over
the yellow throne. Someone puts
it, a spiritual horror.
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