Satish Verma, 21 may 2013
a pervasive bareness
walks like an honest lie
on the road to truth the bone white marble
god oversees the planet green's woes
a climate change of heart its manipulations
its intrigues
something remains unsaid when i look back
i think again before i disappear between
bread and god whosover is stronger
than me i remained unchained distrusting
the rules laid down by hoaxes now i
am not me
i am not a god i am not a thought only
innocence of an unopened bud.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 20 may 2013
I saw a thunderbolt exploding,
hitting a tree and splitting it,
cleaving it open from top to roots,
causing it to fall down trembling,
throwing off some leaves,
some of the knotted weaver nests
and screeching those little birds
were flying in fear and amok.
Gert Strydom, 20 may 2013
The sky is bedecked with the stars that shine,
the Milky Way
shot-gunned with millions everywhere
in their display
gleaming, glittering white, green, blue and red
quite far away
but feeling as if you can only reach out
to pluck some jewels where they are about.
Gert Strydom, 20 may 2013
On that morning dull white the mist swept in,
the small boat-house
in dark colours protruded at the lake,
his loving spouse
embraced, kissed him drawing him close,
startled red grouse
shot up from the reeds in great amok,
a boat on the lake did up and down rock
Satish Verma, 20 may 2013
For honour killing
twilight adulates an abstract faith.
Tainted?
Now that mouth was shut
and butterfly was pinned,
will you grow the marigolds?
The empty book was not breathing
in a crowd of words.
The bitter meaning had flown away.
The mountain will cry now
in the absence of birds.
Trees were shedding their leaves.
Satish Verma
oluwatosin olabode, 19 may 2013
My voice was created for Your praise.
To glorify God as only He can…
To give Him worship
Highest praise to the King…
Celestial worship
The first matter in trials
Not the last substance after errors
That- dedicated to the Father…
This is serious
He can’t, not be in you,
He can’t be in you;
And not have His greatest…
Spiritual worship
Only He can give…
And wants through me to do,
The non-living can too,
Actually, have already
But He created me
Not to replace me
Never His intension,
I shouldn’t make it so…
It’s the sweetest
I give you worship
It’s the simplest
I give You praise
Its yielding
I give You my prayers
Its my essence
I give You Your purest
It’s the truth
I totally bow to You, Lord
My mouth…
Shall continually reference You
You have done… all’s worth it
No longer second or later
But a heart of worship.
Worship… Worship…
I give You worship
Sweetest fragrance-
To the King.
Satish Verma, 19 may 2013
Do you envision a creeping fear
climbing the minaret
to reach the moon?
A debate has started
between believers and non-believers.
Why not he who lives
in eternal emptiness climbs down
and settles the dispute of hymns
in the scortching heat of words.
I just want you to read
the script and don't say, a sky
has wept
dropp by dropp on the nakedness
of human beings
who could not cover their shadows.
Satish Verma
Jayden Casey, 18 may 2013
Hello, My friend
I can't remember if you came
or left; it's been days against the wind
Same ol' fire; same ol' flame
They're bringing down the gate
time tick-tick-ticks away; it's late
Am I suppose to be here?
Perhaps there.
How about there?
I forgot to tell you...
Wait...
It's at a loss for...
Two think it's that important...
Time is tick-tick-ticking...
Barely...
I can't...
The heat arrived; the fire's gone
Now, where did I leave the match?
Satish Verma, 18 may 2013
You have put up the price on your shirt.
I have started seeing the return
of the death instinct. The curtain falls
on profile of joy, of giving away.
A solid swelling of clotted ego
of antimatter shows frugality
in spending of laughter. It was
a total consumption of beautiful lips.
That was that, of hollowness of globes
and golden peacocks. A seed of mildew
implants a kiss on the nakedness of greed.
How far the want will go in dark
for the scent of transgression?
Today I am going to meet a blind angel.
Satish Verma
maryam muhammad, 17 may 2013
Between the lies I act surprised but really who am I,
to those who steer into my eyes are you my preacher
teacher or the ones sitting there waiting for me to
fall, whose role model am I; they look at me and
laugh because I'm working to acheive my lifes goals on my own, maybe this life
wasn't meant for me, whose wife was I destined
to be, it hurts not knowing if there will be someone
motivating me to succeed,
why isn't there anyone helping the weak, why is it
that I have to be the guide instead of someone
guiding me, could it be that life hates me, or is
he punishing me,
I don’t know, why don’t you all tell me, I’m just
wondering about those many questions we have in life.
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