Satish Verma, 13 november 2021
Moment of truth.
Bougainvilleas
on grass.
A visible absence.
I was searching―
you in poems.
Your fluid eyes.
My moon-clouds
ready to crash on the land.
In my cupped hands
I collect the tears
of the sky.
Satish Verma, 12 november 2021
Muzzle the ape, that
bleeds the tall tree,
tearing apart the blue birds.
I saw it coming.
I was overwrought; watching a
beheading― of the innocent,
in the town square.
People standing in queues to
grab the voodoos.
When you will end my woes
basking in the glory of blood?
O god, take away my chips,
my papers,
my pen.
I am tired of this deceit of man.
Everybody walks like a saint
on the holy banks
where flows the river of tears.
Satish Verma, 11 november 2021
In twilight
the sickle moon,
waits for the dark.
What a kill.
Roses in bloom
watch haying.
Halix of life
uncoils, to warm
the man.
The butterflies
shiver in sun.
Fine weather.
Satish Verma, 10 november 2021
Today I am alone―
with myself,
not even with wet eyes.
A corona intends to go into flames.
Stars unaligned―
where was the need of the god
to commit a failure?
The ruins must stay for ever.
Hurtling towards the sun
you wanted to know― why black scorpions
live in the flares of light?
Nothingness bites you. The
despair hurts, because you wanted
the freedom to die without
inventing the Deity.
My guilt should not be identified.
Satish Verma, 8 november 2021
Under your eyes
shadows, my poems curl up.
When do I call you?
From wires, tiny drops
of dew hang perilously.
Sun was going to kiss.
First I take you, then
I will cry for the last time.
Going to meet the gods.
Satish Verma, 7 november 2021
Silence was so loud―
a pain ago, would you
resume me now,
between a scion and stock.
The sap had dried up.
A tiny human inside a pen
draws the borders
of bleeding lacerations.
Black mouths,
confront the grizzled gods.
I want them now
in water.
Suicide of a fig tree was
evident. It had eaten its
own figs. No leaves
were left now.
RENATA, 6 november 2021
;;Wesele ''- Smarzowskiego
Bawią się chochoły
bawią się warchoły
jak przystało na całość
Wilk sprzedawca świń
urządza wesele swojej córce
jakiś kibol grzebał w jej dziurce
-ale się kochają
-trzeba się tym zająć
i tak chleba i wina nie brakuje na weselu
Wilk ogląda urządzony w masarni spektakl
albo milion albo w eter
pomiędzy wódy kieliszkiem
pomiędzy życzeń śmietniskiem
pomiędzy żoną która chce odejść
pomiędzy księdzem a furą kości
tańczy murzyn tańczy Żyd
daj forssę bo będzie wstyd
Dziadek ma wizje wspomnień
o nieszczęśliwej młodzieńczej miłości
do żydówki i cały wojenny pogrom
przewijał się jak taśmy ogrom
nienawiści i krwi to my
Polacy jesteśmy tacy
nie przepuścimy Żydom
zazdrościom i różowym tęczom
my rasiści my Polacy
polskość jest święta
inność to przynęta
by sponiewierać i zdeptać
serce by mam pękło
i oko wymiękło
gdyby jakiś chochoł
śmiał uderzyć w POLSKOŚĆ
George Krokos, 6 november 2021
Everyone carries with them the burden of their karma
which is much like a field that is ploughed by a farmer.
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George Krokos, 6 november 2021
Success through a positive mental attitude is what most people need today
and the ability to realize good ideas which are for the benefit of all in a way.
Very often the inner attitude of a person reflects on the things that are achieved
and motives behind their actions don't match up with what they have believed.
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George Krokos, 6 november 2021
Man's stupidity
has once again been displayed
to what end foretold?
To find a vaccine
is man's first priority
for the days ahead
The instigators
of this world epidemic
to justice be brought
Of this pandemic
called the corona virus
deployed was by whom?
Biological
warfare it seems to be like
no one will admit
We may never know
if it was a weapon used
in a secret way
May God help us all
is now an ardent prayer
repeated often
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