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Renato N. Mascardo, 9 december 2014

a tedious turn of a loved one's mind

turn of the screw

when you
catch a lucid
moment we share it with
such delight then you let it go
turning the screw that foils
your mind to break
my heart//

renato
monday 08 december 2014

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Gert Strydom, 9 december 2014

A touch (Rubliw)

A touch
of lips speeds up
the quick rhythm of the heart
and a silent single glance causes
a deluge of emotions to follow
when some simple act does love express
to explore uncharted
territory
with you.

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Gert Strydom, 9 december 2014

I miss your pretty face (Rubliw)

I miss
your pretty face
and I truly do miss you
but together some sparks do fly
and apart there is a big emptiness
and yet we do perfectly fit
as if meaning is lost
when you are gone
from me.

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Satish Verma, 9 december 2014

EVOLUTION

For cloning of small gods
you took out the kidneys, lungs
and stomach, from slain truth’s
body. My bête noire, the lies.

Do you smell the stink? You make
yourself, you are not your id.
The urge to take a flight was very strong.
Groins aching for the heroic jump.

Legs amputated, the tragedy, swims
like a fossil truth in the sea, under
the layers of centuries.
Man has not changed, cheated of the death.

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Gert Strydom, 8 december 2014

To have the power to hurt

(after William Shakespeare)

To have the power to hurt and not to do so
when you yourself receive blow after blow
is a Godly kind of virtue, a grace beyond grace
when in adversity someone does colours show

and sheer wickedness is on a face
as an action done nothing can erase
and to have pity, to jump to conclusions slow
is with normal mortal man not commonplace

and not to act at someone else’s expense
holds a divine kind of excellence,
when he or she is running riot over you
and to be fair and great and good in every experience,

to be constantly to the omnipotent Lord true
is something that a God fearing person does do

[Reference: “Sonnet 94 They that have power to hurt and will do none” by William Shakespeare.]

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Satish Verma, 8 december 2014

FREEDOM AT LAST

The tears have washed my sins.
Taming the dead,
I start a vivisection
of myths.

I take an impromptu walk,
go inside my weaker self,
abandon the pretention
and come face to face with the fear.

No portrait, no symbol,
no map was needed.
I was going to open a locked attic
to liberate the imprisoned past.

O colossus,
O my golden bird,
my sun baked grief has ripened
in ruins of desires. I am free.

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Satish Verma, 7 december 2014

WHO WAS SEEKING THE LIGHT?

Your insistence to become
something, to overstay existence
was not fair.

On a row of white shrouds –
holding innocent beings,
death was walking barefoot, crying.

Between farewell and stupidity,
staccato, shooting questions to life.
What was the need for this achievement?

Fear was turning you against me,
to abandon the peace. Truth cannot be repeated
again and again. It becomes a lie.

No body knows how to bury
the deception. It is still dark.
Who was seeking the light?

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 6 december 2014

AGONY

Let me douse this flame
with tears.
My nightingale will sing no more.

Ringed by dragons,
I decide to tie knot with a tempest.
When the birds start dying

the frightened choir becomes dumb.
I wait for the butterfly effect:
the thought was deeper than pain.

Tension arises. I see the face
of a moon. Bound but free.
My security starts a guilt. It was immoral.

The forgetful, yellow bones of
a thin father, with a gift to fathom
the flute, takes hold of the wind.

Satish Verma

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peter haley, 5 december 2014

positivity

My eyes awake to a cloudless day ,weather man says rain's on the way
The day's gonna be a good day,I dont care what they say
I refuse to let the day ,start with a frown
Damn there goes the bread,landing butter down!!

I get into the car,not long out of bed
Thinking greenlight,greenlight ,Oh no now it's red !!
Now I just noticed the lights were left on
All of the night now the batteries gone !!

I rush and I rush and run down the street
And miss the damn bus I had hoped to meet
Calm down and be positive I will get the next bus
Got no money,all in the car left in all of the fuss !!

Not to worry I will just go back home
Just to see float past me was my garden gnome
I remembered the bath ,the warm one I.d run
Forgot left the tap on ,now look what I've done !!

When I turn on the T.V. the adverts are on
Well that's not a problem the electrics just gone
Ring,Ring !! your works had a gas explosion and blew it all to bits
With positive thinking ,I'd have been there!!, and that would have got right on my tits !!

( a little bit of negative can bring a little bit of positive)

me ...Peter haley

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Satish Verma, 5 december 2014

GOLDEN THRONE

There was a belief in street sense
for an extended purpose
of fire-eating.
Shadow of past was condensing
into future.
The ascending serenity had pockmarks.

Meeting your assigned killer,
in a dark alley for forgetfulness;
earth was ready to disown you
and the warriors were waiting
for an ambush.
But you wanted to enter the no man’s land of understanding.

There was a suicide
from the edge of a rock. I am.
Eyes were swelled with tears,
washing the feet which were immersed in flowing blood.
They hunted for the bones
to built a golden throne.

Satish Verma

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Latest items:

poetry

a tedious turn of a loved one's mind

A touch (Rubliw)

I miss your pretty face (Rubliw)

EVOLUTION

To have the power to hurt

FREEDOM AT LAST

WHO WAS SEEKING THE LIGHT?

AGONY

positivity

GOLDEN THRONE

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