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Satish Verma, 2 february 2015

EACH THORN WAS CRYING

Sometimes I will interplay
the secrets:
faded rose in a book,
a distant star spelling out
your name.

When I go, will you come
to my home?
Hold my eyes wide open
and become my iris?
I wanted to see the innocence of a sin.

Black stone on a white belly
petrifies the womb.
Maniacs were dancing on the petals
of marigolds.
A mauve revenge

Petit mal holds the sanity
of defeat.
Pheromones will decide the gender
of a flat chested angel.
Each thorn was crying.

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John, 1 february 2015

One Night Stand

I wish to stand next to you looking down at a lake while the reflection of the stars and the moon shine upon your face..... Standing next to perfection

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John, 1 february 2015

Someone

I am like her Jake Ballard to her Olivia Pope
Together we walk in the sun
You wear a white hat and I'll be your white knight
Protect you from every creature that walks in the moonlight
My heart
My love
My soul is bound to you
Even though we have not jump the broom
I am physically and emotionally married to you
If only I had someone to prove this to

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John, 1 february 2015

Just A Sweet Dream Fantasy

Wish I had a girl to fall asleep in my arms as we both fall asleep im dreaming of you caressing every inch of your body outlining every crevice and every curve kissing your lips slowly and passionately it feels like around us the world has stopped we are the king and queen of Persia and we hold the sands of time but then I wake up and you're still sleep I did not wake you I kiss you on your forehead look to the sky and give GOD a high 5 for sending me perfection in my life then she smiles in her sleep saying my name with I love you at the end

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John, 1 february 2015

Just Some 4 Play Fantasy

The moonlight shines thru the window and the curtains the pattern of the curtains reflect upon your half covered body skin I kiss the shadow of the design on your thigh glide my fingertips slowly down your leg hoping not to wake you but its not enough just the touch isn't enough I want to teaste you like sweet fine wine I want to get love drunk off your bodies essence I want to massage you with my lips no fingertips cause when the rain comes I want teaste every rain drop until you stop

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Satish Verma, 1 february 2015

DO NOT THROW DUST ON THE GRAVES

Your gifts, I do not want to keep.
Shapeless doves on the grass,
were ready to take a nascent flight.
My small hands prepare a daisy meal.

Dahlias will bloom when the sun climbs.
I pass the door, that moves like a
stranger, between the people,
looking out for black roses.

One by one the tribes are changing
the colors of flags.
Conversion into sleepless towers
watching the whistles blowing.

Do not throw dust on the graves
in the valley of golden stairs.
The voices are growing louder
after trampeling on the bones.

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Satish Verma, 30 january 2015

THE ECHO REACHES THE WHOLE SKY

Wages
of alienation
were increasing.
We were afraid
of reflections.

Shifting
of landscapes
will hurt the river.
I was blinded
by blues.

Relationship
becomes a speech
impediment,
bonds start
breaking.

I wanted
to call your name –
in solitude.
The echo
reaches the whole sky.

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Joe Breunig, 29 january 2015

Poem: Unedited Truth

The written Word of God is complete,
with multiple layers of understanding;
however, only a hungry heart can plumb
the Biblical depths with His assistance.

There must be an inner desire, replete
with knowledge that’s divinely expanding
my vision of purpose; don’t let me be dumb.
Breakdown my barriers of human resistance.

Stay within my heart; kick down its door,
teach me Thy lessons, so I’m not perplexed;
enable my existence to grasp and really see
messages from the eternal, Kingdom above.

Translations instruct me how to explore
deeper within hidden meanings of holy text;
with Your Holy Spirit, softly reveal to me
the whole, unedited Truth of… Your Love.

Author Notes

Inspired by:
1 Cor 2:6-16

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

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Satish Verma, 29 january 2015

I AM BURNING MY BRIDGES

To search you
I am burning my wheels.

Put your hands
on my shoulders
for opening the book.
To read the message
between the words.

When the time comes
I want you
to smear my ashes
on the stones of footpath.
I want them
to walk on me
and dissolve their steps.

Stop looking
at me.
To reach you
I am burning my bridges.

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Satish Verma, 28 january 2015

DEATH WAS VERY GENIAL

In the service of flesh
new vision was perfecting a cult;
silence was going home.

It was not there
freedom of defense for bread, but
I must pay the price of hunger.

The oblique afterthought
compelled by nocturnal infidelity
picks up the black threads,
minute by minute.
Death was very genial.

Comes silently behind the cacti -
across the intelligent green.
One has to pay for touching greatness.

The thoughts will never go
from the unwinking eyes.
I was listening to the footsteps.

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EACH THORN WAS CRYING

One Night Stand

Someone

Just A Sweet Dream Fantasy

Just Some 4 Play Fantasy

DO NOT THROW DUST ON THE GRAVES

THE ECHO REACHES THE WHOLE SKY

Poem: Unedited Truth

I AM BURNING MY BRIDGES

DEATH WAS VERY GENIAL

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