Satish Verma, 27 september 2014
Sometimes I imagine, I am free:
free to come out from a diagram,
to bring inside out.
Ultimately rescued from the ancestors,
and ready to face my unborn children.
An apparition sneaks in.
Transgender? Half human, half god?
There is no shadow, no existence,
but presence.
Life sometimes take a strange turn,
panic moves between the walls of home.
Black silk, red cloud, fish in the bowl.
I walk without feet, making dents in air.
wrapped up so long.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 26 september 2014
Let me navigate the resentment
in non-verbal manner, I go in myself,
dislocating the whole experience
of goodness for vulnerability
I was stung a hundred times
into playing a role not of mine
deceiving the life,
which was on the other side of self.
This encounter with hypocrisy in meditation
was very gratifying.
I begin trying a repetitive motion
of my hand to ward off evil,
and find a parallel home for a second thought.
At night I travel to galaxy of waste,
the perfect paradox of failure
where time clones a beautiful mistake
which will hop from man to man.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 25 september 2014
Impeding the loving flow of the Holy Spirit,
can cause your peace to be accidentally lost;
without the proper atmosphere in your life,
is there success when picking up your cross?
With the Spirit’s sensitivity, He knows
the inner workings of your motivations;
do you believe that a show of gratitude
will masquerade any sin-based deceptions?
We need to create and maintain each day
a spiritually-conducive ambiance for Him;
one that is naturally peaceful and loving,
whereby your soul is stirred with new hymns.
Are you sincerely allowing the Holy Spirit
to divinely set your underlying heart-tone
for each and every aspect of your lifestyle,
whether it’s: at work, play or rest at home?
Having a genuine fellowship with Him insures
that you’re not living life as an emergency;
yet His manifest presence helps you to live…
victoriously with a sense of sacred urgency.
Remember that you’ve been secured by Christ
for the approaching day of final redemption,
which is deliverance from sin’s consequences
(from accepting His holy gift of Salvation).
Where can you hope or expect to really go,
when carnal actions are limiting His flow?
Author Notes
Loosely based on:
Eph 4:17-32; 1 Pet 1:3-5
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 25 september 2014
Word by word I was drinking
your fathomless pain,
not asking to shine
any prehistoric sin.
You are still flying straight as the crow flies
into timeless grief.
Why we have to suffer in the hands
of tiny barbs?
Who will outlive the wits of ancient insects?
The jungle is spreading far and wide.
With infinite patience
I have been watching the world go by
carrying the pulp of intelligence.
This knocks me down,
the betrayal of blue sky.
A black hole is widening
in the sniffling cosmos,
flooding the desires of flesh.
On dust I sit frightened.
Where are we heading?
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 23 september 2014
Long before my birth, my father walked,
talked with you
and before being substance you knew
all that I would do;
nothing escapes You, You are everywhere,
You do stay true
when all around me my world falls apart,
You do still live in the depths of my heart
Gert Strydom, 23 september 2014
When you did hang like a scarecrow
on your hair
on cedar branches
caught in your own guilt
and megalomania
a father’s heart was torn,
was cut in two
and although you saw him as a enemy
you never knew the depth
of his love for you.
Satish Verma, 23 september 2014
Sometimes lurking in corner.
Sometimes tumbling down
endlessly,
and sometimes with frozen smile
immolating oneself
before an idol to be.
He danced imprisoned in a glass case
whole life.
Overcoming the pretentious inhibition
to stand naked in dimlights
of arguments.
He started a dialogue
about the disquietening habits
of killing each other with sharp tongues.
I said death and life are two suggestions
worth consideration. A clump disdain in between.
The birds are circling again in sky.
Someone is going to die.
Avians knew the travesty of existence.
Question of self praise
ultimately drowns
in melody of being.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 22 september 2014
Why it should happen
the parting of ways?
Between the will to arrive
and the goal?
Between the unlearning and contempt,
lies a tale.
Terror. Petrifying fear ……….,
doggedly I was defending the door.
Inspite of the terrible blows
I wanted to be myself only.
Reverse, the wheels were turning
aghast I was turning blue.
God! They were creating him new.
As I remember now
they were melting the rocks to make a new face.
I have swallowed the flame, like pride.
melting the iron in eyes.
I shall soon become a tree
with unborn flowers.
Some sorrow, some tears
will drench my roots.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 22 september 2014
How joyfully surprised you made me
on a week day
as tears of happiness did spill and something
strange was at play
when quite suddenly your words and actions did
your thoughts betray
as if you have seen me in a new light,
that day was far past lovely, sunny and bright
Gert Strydom, 22 september 2014
People conceive me as overly assertive,
making a stand in adversity,
the motor-biking, parachuting daredevil,
ex-soldier who is wilful, headstrong
and who will take the government,
or anyone on,
and on defending my poetry,
I have even being told
that I need psychiatric care,
must wait until a car kills me in on the freeway,
a established mayor Afrikaans poet have said
that I am selling my soul
for the wishes of my readers,
that my poetry is extreme poor,
written faster than anyone can type,
and totally without workmanship,
that I have not advanced
beyond high school level yet,
I have been told that I am politically incorrect,
that I am spreading hate speech
while I have been exposing the very truth,
while inside I want peace from adversity,
a chance to live a life in tranquillity,
to earn a fair and decent living,
to have a place like everyone else in the sun,
to write poems in any way that I want to,
to use rhyme or free verse
or any other kind of poetic form,
and I am constantly trying new forms,
am constantly trying to sharpen my skills,
I am constantly trying
to become a better person and poet.
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