Satish Verma, 14 october 2012
The beams were ready to collide
on the bars of hate. The blast
was coming with adjectives.
It was immortality of a street which
was going to survive.
New herons will come to wade
in troubled waters. Pure white. But the
fish had left the shore and gone to hills.
The long necked birds will find the flaming
love of sands.
The stardust was singing, anointed by
sandal paste to count the uncollected
flowers of war which were thrown on
the returning soldiers after the defeat.
There is the news of repealing the pact.
Satish Verma
B.Z. Niditch, 14 october 2012
A lost button
from your coat
of many colors,
a pale carnation
crumpled
in your suit lapel
dies in your seams,
a lazy red eye
between two oceans,
noon and dusk,
evening and day;
angels hide
in darkness,
only death pops out
of nowhere,
where language
is as tentative
as your life.
james ivan, 13 october 2012
Stars look like the little warriors of the night sky
While the moon is the queen, so big and high
They all dance to universe’s rhythm as they fly
But still bring hurricanes of peacefulness, oh why
No one knows why, no one knows why
Together with deafening silence, oh my
Sarah Bell, 13 october 2012
You live in your head
this world all your own.
Where you create
beauty out of misery.
I too have a world
all my own.
Where I create nothing
for fear of imperfection.
You dream beyond
the norm of dreams.
Of fortune and fame
things your soul craves.
I dream simple
family, children, love.
For I have spent to long
living in my head.
S.A.B. Written 2011
Satish Verma, 13 october 2012
A stammer bites the tongue
of hundreds of years.
Beyond the page lies the blood.
An outrage of a metaphor,
a blast in a bowl,
words are getting mutilated.
An unquiet love draws the river
to drown the sacrifices of parched land.
Sands will bring out the beautiful
property of a trademark.
There is no shadow between the cannons
My feet are not touching the peels.
Satish Verma
Glenn McCrary, 13 october 2012
And later that evening she sauntered
along the halls of the cathedral
with callous egoism jingling in her pocket
whilst chuckling of undiscerning humor
I know not the definition of such folly
though strangely I must attest that I weltered in rapture
When she evanesced with no concern for a colloquy
dhaneswar bey, 12 october 2012
There was a Kingdom,
Where it covered full of Green Trees;
There was cool, silent’s,
And only the noise comes from rain drops;
Or birds and animals, with the sweet flute sound,
Crossing from one hill to others hills with Winds;
In that’s Kingdom was ruling by Green Trees;
With the Peace and pleasant nature,
That’s Kingdom living beings;
To be Servants of Trees;
Because they can’t produce food for themselves;
Only Trees can be Produce food,
Themselves and Alive in the Earth;
To Alive the Living Being should depends on Trees;
The Living Beings do Serveto the Trees;
To get food for themselves Alive
In that’s Kingdom was cool atmosphere,
Nochallenges among the Living Things!
Green Kingdom, Trees Kingdom
Dhaneswar Bey
Gert Strydom, 12 october 2012
On a sunny hot summer day
your cheeks did in rosebuds glow
the last blossoms of spring was swept away
and fruit trees did their bounty show
a mere glance was full of romance
and a warm light was in your golden eyes,
a simple brilliant smile did your face enhance
and I knew that true beauty lies
hidden deep in the heart, that in you
I have found someone that is really kind
and that whatever I say or do
somehow my presence fills your mind
while my heart does in yours dwell
which does in kindness and love excel.
Satish Verma, 12 october 2012
A plug dismantles a temper
unveils a pink bullet-hole
on the fore-head.
A butterfly flutters and then
sits on the lips, offers an apology
for the smile.
The water blooms in eyes
cascading to chest
for measuring the mounts.
Who mimics the fever
of a volcano, throwing burning
ash in the eyes of a sun?
Satish Verma
Bron Dayvid, 12 october 2012
Beautiful Death
Thy name is autumn
Irrefutable Death
Reflect thy sovereign
Use hues to sooth those who mourn
Then ensue to be subdued to elude the storm
With death
Thou art soon reborn
Reformed
Adorned
But for now
Thou art worn
Angelic crystals cascade the skies
Covers thy blisters heals all eyes
Freezes the sadness
Lightens all sighs
A wintry madness
To which (f)all falls and dies
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