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Satish Verma, 13 march 2021

Blood Feud

In moonscape, a flower
remedy, enters the white
smoke of your eyes. An open―
house shuts.

The coal writes its name on
blue skin. We were slaves of our
own deeds. I want to go back to
my ancestors, to learn the clock.

Unheard the suicide of
a viper, eating its own venom.
The fat people will come in line―
to pay homage.

White caps and black caps in
thick silence, drink the empty glasses,
cutting the meat of the books―
and reading again the sky.

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Satish Verma, 12 march 2021

Asking Yourself

Exploring yourself―
with an ornate dagger,
to find the missing link.

My integrity was at
stake. From where did―
you start?

Bring the steel from
the sea, and loneliness
from the storm.

The beige sunset
would dare to go ahead
of the red moon.

Will you threaten a
small reply? The lips were
in the state of siege.

I will meet you
one day at distant dangers.
How far you will go with me?

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Satish Verma, 10 march 2021

Out Of Way

I do not know,
If it was a religious assault―
to meet god,
face to face―
when my poem was burning.

One tooth broken―
I cannot speak properly. But
my eyes will show my angst,
my unretrieved light
from a tunnel.

Who will find the sun, when
night was sick? And grievers
had gone to dig up a grave?

There was a meaningless pain,
in waiting. The poem was dead.

Day you are in, day you
are out. It was a beauty
to hear nothing.

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Satish Verma, 9 march 2021

Coming Out In Dark

Starting a crush,
on the baby face moon.
Only half-sinned
by staying quiet.

Think straight.
If you don't spell out,
you will snap―
like the fallen blue angel.

Falling in arms. Space
was small. Ars poetica―
faulted. You feel―
luggage was heavy.

For a griever, it was
a long walk. In trance a
city lifts your pyre.
You refuse to burn alive.

Calling names in sleep.

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Satish Verma, 8 march 2021

Yourselves

A circle,
will not become complete,
without a center.

The peripheries
cannot be defined.

Why should we
become prisoners
of small gods?

The hope―
is a gift of unknown.

Take it.

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Satish Verma, 7 march 2021

Listening To Night

Walk warily.
You are in crisis zone.
Moon will not rise today.

*

A bare phenomenon
of shedding the
fears in dark.

*

Now you will confront
yourself
to take revenge.

*

Like nocturnal
flight of a bat, to find
the mate on plum.

*

Hangs a tale of
a squirrel, waiting
for a Buddha.

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Paweł Szkołut, 5 march 2021

Silence II

Silence
like the white infinite ocean
from the very first moment of creation
out of the primordial chaos.

The first tune of existence
and the only melody of tranquility
permeating all atoms,
the innermost depth pressed into the flower buds.

Silence
the endless background for music
and spoken words,
the primeval mother of all sounds, tones
and noises of this world,
- for the sounds of the swaying seas,
for cat's meditations and murmurs.

The omnipresent as extragalactic
cosmic background radiation.

Silence
the sister of eternity,
the principle for the harmony of the Universe.

The muteness of death,
calmness of Heaven,
first and last.

The pure form.
The fullness of the Word.
In which God dwells.

Silence
- have it in yourself

1984/2018

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RENATA, 5 march 2021

księżniczka Hania

Zginęła śmiercią tragiczną
zabił ją potwór -matka

Miała zaledwie trzy latka
gdy odleciała dusza
po codziennych katuszach
strach płacz panika i kary
za spojrzenie sikanie w majtki

w ogóle za życie
za istnienie za bycie

Matko gniewu pełna
nie utulisz nie przytulisz
do kąta przegnasz
tłumaczysz matko
gdy bijesz tzw .klapsy
bo nie słucha kłamczucha
się nie stara ofiara
kara kara kara
za nocne moczenie
zimny prysznic da ukojenie

I ciągle stoisz pod zimnym prysznicem
mała księżniczko krzycząc rozpaczliwie
nie licz na potwora i jej przydupasa
on też nie raz wyciągnie pasa

Sąsiadka głośny płacz słyszała
policję ponoć na pomoc wezwała
psy powiedziały tłumacząc pani
tak funkcjonuje rodzina
śmiechem płaczem awanturami

"biję i nienawidzę mi też to robili
jestem z bidula mnie też bili
tłumaczy potwór ze zrytą psychiką
lecz kto zapłacze nad księżniczką

a ja myślę sobie w głowie
że na każdym rynku miejskim
niech będą dyby i pręgież
dla wiedżm i czarownic
co małym aniołkom krzywdę robią

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RENATA, 5 march 2021

w pół do mnie

poszukując księcia trafiłam
na Ciebie ogarnąłeś mnie
wprowadzając w stan hipnozy

kawa i czekolada podarowana
smakowała kurewsko słodko
zlizuję fałsz cnotę i wstyd
aż stajesz się gotowy

a potem roztapiam się
roztapiam się pod twoimi palcami
jak księżniczka z czekolady

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Satish Verma, 5 march 2021

Carelessly

Where will you go
when you are not right,
not wrong?

And train will not stop
at your station. You
have to wait till sunrise.

Half-mist, half-moon―
and the glass houses.
The rocks refuse to fly.

The consecrated dawn
on a silent street whispers.
The city was dead.

I sleep after the naked
assault. The black shirts
and the white shirts have no answer.

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Latest items:

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Blood Feud

Asking Yourself

Out Of Way

Coming Out In Dark

Yourselves

Listening To Night

Silence II

księżniczka Hania

w pół do mnie

Carelessly

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