Gert Strydom, 4 march 2014
Maybe the biggest sacrifice
that a human can give
to live selflessly
and to make sacrifices for others
and maybe this kind of love
is the nearest
to the love that comes from God.
Satish Verma, 4 march 2014
They brought back saddle
without the warrior.
Wrinkled eyes of a broken mother
frozen with tears, pick up the pieces of carpet
woven with blood.
Lotuses are disappearing
from the serene lake; migrated to seeds.
There are no visitors.
Who was losing the battle?
Have not you heard about militancy
and mutilated god? We gave him
our sons and daughters, still he was hungry.
The mankind celebrates the decline,
mourning hills,
dances with the bones of ancestors.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 3 march 2014
That awkward moment
when you stammer,
truth spurts out:
how not to offer a straight reply.
Your green eyes
tell me the pain
of last century.
Of armistice, of amputated legs
and then you don’t know what to do with your existence.
Darkened trees spit the starlight.
I will wait for the maddening crowd
to take the dip in the holy lake,
to wash out their sins
under the full moon.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 3 march 2014
You did become human in a primitive time,
walked through dusty roads full of humanity and hope,
told rejected people about forgiveness,
made miracles against the laws of nature a reality,
did touch broken humans with soft fingers,
did heal people from their pain,
did read their grief in their eyes,
did tell everyone how love really works
and when the Spirit of God did descended upon You
a pure kind of bright holy light did radiate from You
and here where I come full of sin to You
I am like a child
in my own years of old age
and You do continually find me daily.
Greg, 2 march 2014
Six times over
The wheels a turnin’
Pushin mud into the ground
Turning sand and stone to earth-fire
Hearth is warm
And love ascending
Pilgrimage of holy fire-wall
Down into the trenches of ecstasy
The crevices of soul
Growing moss-alive
Tortured tortured tortured
And it jumps back
Out of the terrain
But life has become so full
There is no where to be lonely
Butterfly angels swoop down
To place buttercups in the flower’s soul
In the amalgamation of natures sexuality
The vertex point that drives forward
Evolution and birth and being
And DESTRUCTION
Again jump back
And in Fear and Trembling
Utter a prayer:
Oh Holy Chaos
I come to You in mourning
For ever hold my peace
For ever keep me free
With the concept of ideation
To lose my inhibition
To rejoice in sorrow ecstasy
Lonely and afraid
The hollow mounds around us
Give shadows to the wall dust
Make mountains out of mole-hills
And the other way around
As long as there is structure
The destruction is a-comin’
Forgive me please
I have sinned
For I am-this day
Satish Verma, 2 march 2014
A brown cloud descends
on charcoal sketch.
Moonstruck, a blast begins.
Marigold, beware:
sun is going to hide
behind the stings.
The fang penetrates deep,
in the breast
of sleeping pride.
A golden god
melts in the arms
of mercy.
The lips suck the blue poison
of the hymns.
The saint was a killer.
I am a ravaged path
who wants nothing
from the feet!
Satish Verma
steve, 1 march 2014
They say that I'm a dreamer.. and I'd have to say its true...
Its just that when I sleep.. all I dream about is you,
I've tried to back away from you.. I've tried to clear my head...
But life without you.. feels as though I'm hanging by a thread,
I don't know.. just what it is.. that I'm supposed to do...
I can't stop the sunrise.. or "what I feel for you",
I can't make you understand.. " I have no control"...
Or look beyond what you see.. into the window of my soul,
And I can't show, my love for you.. that swell's inside my heart...
Is the very love, I can't control.. thats tearing me apart,
If I had.. just one wish.. I would have you close your eyes...
So that you could see and feel .. the truth beyond the lies,
To lay my hands upon you.. as your heartbeats next to mine...
To stare into those deep blue eyes.. that always seem to shine,
To bring a dream to life.. to make a wish come true...
To hold my heart.. in your hands.. because you wanted too,
Just one chance to show you.. the dreams that haunt my sleep...
Just one chance to know you.. and love that I can't keep.
sg
Satish Verma, 1 march 2014
Wide awake,
the double helix splits.
Chasing the debris of refusal to die.
The new genes choose to mutate,
fencing the child who wanted to become
only brain. No flesh, no bones.
Will he survive on this date?
In the tortured ravines of hate and someone
will not hang him from the tall branches of yew?
The train was burning on the track,
bridge collapsed in the valley of gloom
and snow bound peaks were splattered red.
The young shadows are afraid to return
to play. The fibrosis will not allow the fingers
to move, to pick up the tulips, waiting for the
first time, to be harvested. The gardner is
dead under the dew. It was
cloudy again.
Satish Verma
B.Z. Niditch, 1 march 2014
In major acts
of witnessing
these cynical times
as a minor clerk
from the bench,
at a system which passes
out sentences
by corrupt judges
acting like Platonic cave
dwellers all over the world
with soap operas
drama kings and queens
having transgressed
any real time truth
without irony,only rumor
or any sense of humor
by exploiting motives
of personal innuendo.
Over beaten up pages
of records
at a hearing
a thousand lines long
these long robed guys
having explored
words through cases
of evidence
with dull domestic faces
looking like tombstones
in a Dickensian world
to judge and jury
saying in a straight face
who is guilty or not.
B.Z. Niditch, 1 march 2014
The thunderstorm
daydream leaps
over a mushroom search
my eyes are volcanoes
at the grand piano
opening here in Warsaw
chasing my sunny breath
on the bridge
late for an afternoon recital
the "E" string
walks away from me
unsuspecting the passages
of Chopin's embracing notes.
Poetry
Prose
Photography
Graphics
Video poems
Postcards
Diary
Books
Handmade
