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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 december 2022

At The End Of Game

Very grim. You
promote the copperheads.
Lakes go dry.

I cannot stop
thinking, watching incessant,
the rains.

Waters send― the
crimson clouds to hide the sun.
Now that ice melts.

Become genderless.
You are walking on a
sleeping volcano.

Where the three
rivers meet, I stand on the bank
to watch bipolarity.

We are not yet dead.
Some wherea flutey whistle calls.
Follow the flames.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 december 2022

Clear The Decks

Searching human
teeth. Real fossils.
Let go my hand.

Chasing the
flames. No moon to
brighten path.

Sweating in woods.
I am holding roses.
Not thorns.

Struck by
lightning, truth burns.
Rains will not help.

History repeats.
Animals roam in garden
of colored lilies.

It was diplomacy.
The patriarch dies, leaving
the legacy of harms.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 december 2022

Miracles Happen

No, I don't think,
when I write. My poem
finds its own words.

The thought
moves stealthily. You put
your hand on my hand.

Your eyes now
search the lost kingdom
of trembling nostalgia.

Will I remain
human? Living amidst
the burials? Do the dead
laugh?

Was there a casualty
at beach? You will not swim
nor drown, for becoming
a nightingale.

My eminent revere
was to live, waiting for
you!

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 december 2022

Becoming A Legend

The craft of
creating darkness in
bright sun.

like boat
docking without sea.
A sloth bear―

was sharpening
carved claws to climb the
vertical rage.

Ruins of past
glitter in dense moonlight.
You stand under a fig.

What spectacle
you want to decipher
during bloodbath?

Something else
should have happened
in the dying light?

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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 27 december 2022

Czas Objawienia

W wirtualnej czasoprzestrzeni,
gdzie się szukają bratnie dusze,
w jasności za krainą cieni
ponownie ciebie spotkać muszę.
.
Podświadomie pierwsze spojrzenie
odszuka znaki w niepamięci.
Bezczas umożliwi zbliżenie
i znowu nie będziemy Święci.
.
Minęło Boże Narodzenie,
ale ta pewność w nas została,
że nasza miłość i spełnienie
z nadzieją będzie powracała.
.
Od dziś już czekam Wielkanocy
i wielu dni Nowego Roku.
Wciąż nadzieję Bożej Pomocy
na zakrętach mam na widoku.
.
Nie chciała pomóc medycyna
i Da Vinci - cyber roboty.
Życie się kończy i zaczyna!
Wciąż jestem przekonany o tym.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 december 2022

The Solemn Pledge

In deep space―
I will not jump
off the ledge.

Blood waits―
to anoint your forehead
for a final call.

Memory crawls―
slithering, to feel
the sacred shroud.

Did you find
my footprints on the
rare altar?

Some days god weeps.
There was no need to sleep
like Buddha!

The spirit had
walked away from
ravaged frame.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 december 2022

Suckers Come

Swear me, to the end
of the beginning. Of
impossible. I wanted to
talk to honeybees. Why the
queen had left the nest
for the sweet wounds?

The intruder holds the
citadel for a ransom. Innocent
storms, will not break, massive
walls of pride. I
stand in queue to fight
with my destiny. One last time.

Nobody wants to be bisexual.
The pomegranates swell.
Fantasies swim in eyes.
I rewrite the names of
colored absconders.

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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 25 december 2022

Bóg się rodzi! Moc truchleje!

Świętujemy jak przystoi.
Przy stole są sami swoi,
a że samych swoich mniej -
siadaj z nami! Śpiewać chciej!
.
O trudnym pasterzowaniu...
O nadziei i czekaniu.
O spełnieniu - niespełnionych
dni jeszcze niepoliczonych,
a rozwlekanych w kryzysie
wojny, która obok tli się.
.
Kolędujemy - śpiewamy.
Cieszmy się z tego, co mamy!
Życie - jakie by nie było,
przeżyć trzeba święcąc miłość!
.
Radość światłem spływa z nieba
nie na głowy próżnych debat,
lecz na nasze sny, marzenia
w czas Bożego Narodzenia
w owczarni małej stajence.
W niej radości jest najwięcej
i najgłębsze są nadzieje...
.
Bóg się rodzi! Moc truchleje!

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 december 2022

I Want You

You were my deepest
secret, like a blue
diamond. Playing with
children's moon, sun
releases you from chattel's
bonding.

Who was an abettor
in dark, when fireflies
were starting a mass
funeral? Moon was very
hot and you won't touch
it any more.

There was always an
ethnic rivalry, between
planets and stars. Anexoplanet
peeps into the field of
red clovers. Someone wants
to develop a progeny.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 december 2022

On The Verge Of Collapse

Thin lips will quiver
to say something before
committing a sin.

You want to live
to think about the finish
of uncorruptible!

Does the divinity
break the sculpture and goes
to sleep in moon?

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