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George Krokos

George Krokos, 30 november 2019

Simple Observation 151 - It is said that lightning .....

It is said that lightning doesn’t ever strike at the same place twice
and a person passes as a fool who makes the same mistake thrice.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 30 november 2019

Quatrain 157 - The inner beauty of man.....

The inner beauty of man is far superior to that of the outer,
we only need look deep enough within us to see it's greater.
It is basically through ignorance most haven't seen this fact,
but to actually witness this truth requires extraordinary tact.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 30 november 2019

On Meditation

Sit in silence and have a break
from everything when you're awake.
Take some time and be by yourself
then you might even improve health.
If this is done regularly
you'll enjoy life more happily.
 
Close your eyes to then look within
at the darkness that's consuming.
Just observe the thoughts which arise
don't get involved with all their lies.
Seek the light of your Spirit Soul
and it will lead you to the Goal.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 30 november 2019

Ode to Felicity

O Felicity, You have been good to me
how can I ever hope to repay Thee?
Just when I thought that all was lost
Your presence inside me did so accost.
 
You lifted me gently out of my darkest hours
brightened the day with the colors of flowers;
together with their fragrance while in bloom
was a remedy that dispelled most of the gloom.
 
And those tears that flowed from my eyes
were in gratitude cleansing like the skies;
after the rains fall and the clouds disperse
the sun shines through with a rainbow verse.
 
You are so gracious and very caring
in spite of our insolence in despairing;
that grip of sorrow is loosened in our heart
as Your bliss removes the pain bearing part.
 
Oh, how thankful we should all really be
when we recognize Your uplifting spree;
You are at hand to restore our natural joy
the darkness of ignorance tries to destroy.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 30 november 2019

Why The Caged Bird Really Sings

The caged bird sings because
it longs for freedom
to fly and be with its own kind
and to know what life is really about
and be able to share it with a soul mate.
 
That's why the caged bird sings -
a song of hope and for all we know
a mournful yet beautiful sad song
of longing for the life
it was created for and dreams of having
instead of being cooped up in a cage
playing a role that was
never intended by nature
for it to have and live
as a captive show-piece
for a higher evolved form......
 
The ultimate expression of cruelty
to deprive another creature
of its natural born freedom.....
 
That's why the caged bird really sings!
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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 november 2019

World Moves On

The ethical dilemma,
and chaste abscenity,
were the game changers.
 
Vowel syncope was making it easier.
 
Let the most vulnerable
lie still. A pseudowar of words
is going to start.
 
A blast of vocabulary,
some smothering of smells,
will make the jaws, drop soundlessly.
 
And many would not
breath easily. It was catastrophe.
 
The language convulses.
In jungle of gatherings
there was no pond.
 
I was still searching, the inflection.
The creative touch.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 november 2019

A Nonarrival

Munitions in place
you were ready
to strike.
 
What you wanted to
find out, I had
found in my poems.
 
It was the dark night―
that becomes ink.
I am writing in black letters.
 
What was the
obsessive cult of
fingertips, holding the pen?
 
Sometimes you look
at you, when
you were not you.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 november 2019

Once On Earth Day

Returning to the ragpicker
like a lone fly
of love triangle, said― were you
writing a letter to confess your love?
 
Like a glue sniffer, I
am stuck with you.
O brown earth, raw
wounds heal …
 
When I sing a blade
of grass, when I sit
under moon, holding your
hills for comfort.
 
My head nestling on
your heaving breast, while
I sleep without―
a dream.
 
It was devastating to eat
you. Your cauldron, bubbling.
Someone wants to pay
back your sun, your moon.


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RENATA

RENATA, 27 november 2019

ukryte żądze

piasek pustyni 
złoto w skrzyni
biały proszek
szklane wieżowce

bogacz obłędem szalony
niczego nie szanuje
po kawałku kupuje
uda cycki i dupę potem żony

tu nie ma miłości
pośród setek ciał w nagości
zazdrość tu nie gości
piękne ciała zmyją okruch samotności



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RENATA

RENATA, 27 november 2019

nadziany-nadziana

ślicznotko
masz chęć na walizkę
pełną dolców?

szejk zaprasza
na przyjęcie
oni kochają rasowe
konie i kobiety

i nie śmiej powiedzieć nie
i nie śmiej zakochać się
a będziesz mile widziana
nadziana


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