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George Krokos, 11 november 2023

Simple Observation 159 - From a fertile soil and sun....

From a fertile soil and sun plus the rain of many showers
come the blossoms of spring and the fragrance of flowers.
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George Krokos, 11 november 2023

Simple Observation 157 - Any time is....

Any time is a good time for God
even though it may all seem odd.
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George Krokos, 11 november 2023

Quatrain 169 - We all have the power....

We all have the power of will to think and freely choose
that by which we can gain or else that by which we lose.
Yet loss and gain are just one pair of opposites in a world of duality
where the forces of ignorance and knowledge rule as an actuality.
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George Krokos, 11 november 2023

Quatrain 167 - Look on the bright side....

Look on the bright side of whatever situation life has placed you
be cheerful and have courage in doing the things you should do.
To live in gloom isn't what life's really about or only meant to be
but a celebration and joyful endeavor in the spirit of discovery.
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Satish Verma, 11 november 2023

Questioning You

To understand the body,
smeared with ash,
you will need wisdom.

Why did you want to―
translate the melodrama
of fingers, when hands were folded?

The silent scream
cleaves the moon,
and thousand stars
come to console you.

No compliments
were given to sun.

Will you tattoo my
name on your chest?
A caged cuckoo
wants to become free.

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Satish Verma, 10 november 2023

Who Wants Eternity

In black sun
and white night,
I was ready to
breath in the arsenic!

Who was under
threat, I will ask?
The silence of the abyss
was going to upset me.

Can you stop―
these threarics, without
hurting anybody after
the unpaid debt of an
invisible devotee?

Drooping eyes
do not want to see the
setting sun in twilight.

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Satish Verma, 9 november 2023

Turns In Path

When sun was
preparing to die, why
did you ask for the
soft moons― crimson red?

Searching an
unmarked shrine of
an unsung hermit.
Why people come and go?

You would not catch
the mockingbird, trying
to be shocking, to reach
you, for a melodious song.

You just liked
a god, who had come
as a stream of light
from a distant star.

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Satish Verma, 6 november 2023

Who Was Blessed

Do trees quiver
in dark at night,
exploring their original skins
under the starlight?

Why do they talk
when we sleep?
Living is very cheap
and dying was expensive.

Would you mind
to buy death, letter by
letter in understanding
the market?

The Sunday moon was
always beautiful. You stay
on terrace to say goodbye
before closing the book.

There was eternal pain,
outside and inside.

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steve, 5 november 2023

"Smoke Upon The Wind"

As I'm out here on my own, it gets harder everyday...
And I think about when you were here, the things I didn't say,
Every night is longer, than the one that came before...
And I feel as though I'm stranded, on some far and distant shore,
Our bed is cold and lonely,as I lay my head to sleep...
And I wish that I was stronger, as I close my eyes and weep,
The house just seems to echo, it's your voice that I can hear...
From times we were together, like reflections in the mirror,
I wonder if you have regrets, or feel the way I do...
For every single part of me, is still in love with you,
Tell me you don't care, that your not in love with me...
That all the years mean nothing, you just wanted to be free,
That you moved on without me, and you want it all to end...
And I'll disappear before your eyes, like "smoke upon the wind"...

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Satish Verma, 5 november 2023

Sphinx Was Watching

Read me if you
care. I am going to
rip off the lid of oven.

How many faces
you will wear, when it is
raining silver and gold?

It sounds like wrought
bones. I find myself suspended
in air, like humming bird,
not like drone.

It was a mutual
suicide of opioid love. It
does not belong to me. the
divested home of words.

The pink wounds
on the wall of memory.
Not me, not you.

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Simple Observation 159 - From a fertile soil and sun....

Simple Observation 157 - Any time is....

Quatrain 169 - We all have the power....

Quatrain 167 - Look on the bright side....

Questioning You

Who Wants Eternity

Turns In Path

Who Was Blessed

"Smoke Upon The Wind"

Sphinx Was Watching

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