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Satish Verma, 12 february 2015
IN INWARD ALONENESS
One by one
leaves had gone,
several and many times.
Lone tree, standing naked in dry wind
was ready to walk.
In inward aloneness
to know the roots.
You look straight into the eyes of primeval
suffering. Under a cramped disguise of happiness,
behind the glassed life.
For the clawed, weeping silences
who had turned away from the shrill voices.
Night of burns,
and promised beach of immortality
shoulder to shoulder.
Satish Verma, 11 february 2015
FLOWERING OF THE THOUGHT
Belonging
to unbelonging
was becoming a method
exploring the path.
In the backyard unpleasant fumes
were rising.
Nocturnal swoop of enlightment,
clearly becomes a festival
of yellow death.
Who was hiding the truth?
Flowering of the thought in sky
ripens cessation of grief.
Slopes and summits,
bring tears in eyes.
Solace of ancestral home
was gone. Bold ceilings were hung by ungodly fears.
Wet hands lift the body of past,
classical future was gleaming slowly.
Satish Verma, 10 february 2015
OF A VIRGIN GOD
Partly clad
full moon
was taking a bath on hills.
Trees were waiting
for the curtains to rise.
Scented stars would make
giant scars on the clouds,
I would make peace with the sky.
Lids of human greed were laden
with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull.
Of a virgin god who did not
want to live for the blotched up creation.
The decline was obvious. Truth
had refused to climb
on the sky-blue, salted peaks of springs.
Body had arrived,
mourners quietly wailing.
Gouged eyes could not decipher
the script on the halved pyramid.
Sun was sucking the clay.
Herbert Witzen, 10 february 2015
Sonnet 6
O, beauteous petals, wilt thou not bloom?
’T is but thy faith which to too-honeyed nectar steals,
And but those combs thou use’st to consume
Which leave but trickéd drones and searching-feels.
And though no prick of rose, nor winded-sigh,
No poet’s moon nor pleasantry with flow’rs;
Will spurn thy stake from plucking-out thine eyes
Or caulking spores from springs and pleasant show’rs:
Still; thy Eternal petals shall not fray,
Nor steal with sickled-fancy from the wold;
Which, like the sun, doth always warm the way
And lead me to you, my beautiful, my soul.
For on that living bed doth give thee life,
The breath of love that gagéd thee my wife.
Kyle Stephen
Gert Strydom, 9 february 2015
Love is like a gentle smooth pond
Love is like a gentle smooth pond
and then life comes with its cares and pain
and love's ripple effect spreads far and beyond
and like drops of pure rain
It brings life and your shadow falls next to me
and the pond's surface does reflect you
and life with its complexity
seems far away and our feelings seem true.
Satish Verma, 9 february 2015
A GREEN PRIDE HAS NO AMBITION NOW
Walk with me, till moon rises
on the griefs of the dark,
and the tongue tastes the pain of centuries.
On the erected dome
when the golden leaves start a flame
which throws up an image of a prophet.
My nightingale was giving a call
of a very sad tune, on the death of peacocks -
but for the poisoned feed, they were dancing.
A green pride has no ambition now,
roses were wilting.
Fever was rising in the roots.
Do not give it to me, my award.
Could I have shut up like a fame
when my house was being ransacked?
Satish Verma, 8 february 2015
FROM DUSK TO DUSK
The dazzling star
went through me.
I was undemanding
from dusk to dusk
hurting myself, not anybody.
Time to meet my twin,
to set he black on orange.
My guilt, my fear, my foreboding.
Let go off, my sap in the twigs,
fruits were coming down.
Under the guise of innocence
eruptiness entered into non-thought.
One by one snakes unrolled
with black eyes, under the succulent breasts,
the black poison clapping the pink lips.
The dirt was spreading
on the hands of unborn children.
Their eyes searching the seeds.
On dark beads of mother.
Father had been killed in a cave.
Satish Verma, 7 february 2015
XULON
Small things were
witness to genes
of freak mutation.
Tooth in eye
becoming boat in blindness.
Witch hazel
fails to stop leakage.
Thumb with beads of lymph
stung high in stillness,
wants to peel off
the concept of injury.
A brace
stops the smile.
Blue-chips have nothing to offer.
A king had hemophilia.
Timbers drip the blood
from heartwood
dropp by drop.
Joe Breunig, 6 february 2015
Poem: The Kingdom of God
What are we really looking to receive?
Is it: Money, Fame, Success, or Promotion?
Secret lusts of the heart create problems;
are we willing to risk, His Salvation?
Living to get things will never satisfy;
without proper priorities and pursuits,
righteousness, peace and joy isn’t obtained.
Knowing your identity in Him, His fruit,
mercy and grace becomes obviously evident.
Seeking His face will insure that His hand
remains open towards those desiring Him.
However, are we doing what He had planned?
Are we delighting ourselves in Him alone?
Are the goals of God, something we discuss?
He always should be the King of our Life
and the Kingdom that is… inside each of us.
Author Notes
Inspired by:
Rom 14:17; Psa 37:4,145:16
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 4 february 2015
FROM A DOT
One final leap
from high solitude
into city of dusk,
takes you to presence
of charred remains
of a fallen god.
A housewife moves in the kitchen
to prepare a farewell dinner
for the encounter of fatal descent.
A paranormal parting
to comeback to body of truth,
as you pick up your words.
Space odyssey in eyes,
palms folding,
to receive the punishment.
No complaints, no grieving
conclusion of foregone stopping.
A line will start from a dot.
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21 november 2025
violetta
Och życie też przykuwa uwagę na coś niemądrego:)
21 november 2025
Piękne podziwianie:)
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Jaga
Takie sny na długie zimowe noce :)
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To jest rajska jabłoń, odmiana Czerwona Piękność,
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czy to nie berberys?
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Ja też, więc szybko zdjęłam, by utrwalić
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Dziękuję Wioletto :)
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Bezpowrotne boli bardziej.
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Śliczne igiełki:)
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Uwielbiam takie cuda:)
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wtedy radość podwójna :))
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