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Satish Verma, 26 march 2014
CALENDAR
Writing on my sleeves,
I visualize an invisible coupling
of grassroots with starless sky,
when I walk on the wailing earth.
Hails big as sparrow eggs
smash the bougainvillea blossoms.
The wrestling clouds
begin a storm.
Witchcraft of the moon begins.
The pubic curve of a rock
holds a centipede
wriggling, gnawing.
A spider climbs the weatherbeaten
cheekbone
and indulges in navel-gazing.
Satish Verma
peter haley, 25 march 2014
politicians lot...........................................bit of a joke one !!!
In the greater scheme of things
A phrase I like to hear
It,s a politicians lot to make
It all sound so clear
As clear as mud for the greater good
I could,nt possibly comment
Oh! it,s work in progress
To throw them off the scent
All the mmmm,s and aaaaah,s
Give me more time to think
Of a more plausable answer
Act cool ,take a drink
Ooop,s my back,s on the ropes
I dont do individual cases
A plus for equal rights
Scores a vote from all the races
Could,nt live with my constituents
They never heard of a carafe
Now moved up to scotland
Away from that riff raff ...[riff raff = rubbish]
Freezer full of steak
The future cant be thwarted
I,m pensioned to the hilt
SO ,,, vote me out I,m sorted !!......................... by me Haley
Anthony DiMichele, 25 march 2014
Farewell
There is a heart
behind this shield of fear
with its aura of hatred
pain and ambition
commerce has nothing to do
with the gift
you gave me
at the office
and at home
you probably caught me
red handed
in a dream
or two
over the years
the gift of time
with the trees
and herons
the collective solitude
of song birds
singing farewell
with joy
at dawn
if we could only unchain
ourselves
from ourselves
and not insist we all
suffer the same way
to live
through a lifetime
singing a memorized song
I will not build my own coffin
around me
with salvage wood
from the dumps
of despair
the material is light
the essence is light
but we are most often
heavy with impossibility
I have no quarrel
with squirrels
or the other absences
which I stopped reading about
accounting for
in an instant of lightning bugs
and they were gone
from the landscape of childhood
this is my folly and fondness
and most high regard
not the meditators and commentators
but those who know how do what they
always knew
let go
move on
and give away everything
to follow nothing or no one
but some strange feeling
within
there is a heart
here
under the grays
that knows no fear
the lowering everydays
we put past us
there is an island with a heart in it
a sun with a starless night in it
and friendships that make ordinary speech
a miracle
*
life is always astonishing
POEWHIT, 25 march 2014
P O E M B O Y 2
Sunrise or sunset
Love the rest
Open eye's look
A gutter crook
GOD in heaven
Never work on seven
Beauty of life
One note - a fife.
3/25/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
Michel Galiana, 25 march 2014
His Lordship and Her Ladyship
1. His Lordship and her Ladyship were both
Very young when they took a wedding oath.
2. She was twelve and he was only thirteen.
Soon a baby boy appeared on the scene.
3. And he was as fair as the rising sun
His beauty could be compared to none.
4. His Lordship the Count asked on that day
The Countess his wife, when in bed she lay:
5. "O Countess, my wife, tell me what I should
Hunt, what kind of game in the nearby wood?"
6. "I'd prefer, by far, some fowl meat to eat.
Partridge flesh is rare of late, such a treat!"
7. His Lordship the Count, on hearing her speech,
Shouldered his gun which he kept within reach.
8. When he had come to the mid of the grove
Whom should he encounter but a white dove.
9. "Lord, I am so pleased to wish you good day;
Was waiting long for you to come my way.
10. Now the hour has rung, did you hear it ring?,
The hour has rung when you must be dying.
11. Now, do you prefer rapidly to die
Or seven long years sick in bed to lie?"
12. "I'd rather, for sure, decede speedily
Than seven years lie in bed languidly."
13. "Your Lordship the Count, now back home you go
And have them make you the best bed they know,
14. Have them make your bed quickly. You know why:
Or you would risk being sick before you die."
15. "O my mother dear, if you love your son
Please order that my bed quickly be done.
16. Have my bed be made and made rapidly
Before I should die of a malady."
17. "O please tell the Lady Countess, my wife
That her Count has left for an armed strife,
18. That he left to fight out on the frontier
And that he will be back home in a year."
19. "O tell me what happened here overnight
That all in this house with dismay did smite?"
20. "An old beggar man who asked for food
Whom from dying here we could not preclude."
21. "My mother I beg you to keep my keys
Let me have my best bed sheets, if you please.
22. Let me have my best bed sheets. All but one
For my husband, when he comes, it was spun."
23. "My daughter, you should put on your black dress
We are leaving to Mur town to hear Mass."
24. "Mother tell me the truth. No lie or sham!
Why must I be clad in black, as I am?
25. "Did it come in current use to impose
On girls to be sent to church in black clothes?"
26. When they came to Mur where mass would be sung,
The church was all over with black veils hung.
27. "O Mother tell me, no pretence or lie,
The church is hung with black veils, tell me why!"
28. "O Countess, my daughter I do not know.
The bell ringer might have heard of it, though."
29. "O bell ringer tell me the truth,. Don't lie
The church is hung with black veils, tell me why!"
30. "Your ladyship, I do not know, for sure
But the curate could an answer procure."
31. "O Reverend father, tell me no lie,
The church is hung with black veils, tell me why!"
32. "Your Ladyship, for sure , I do not know.
The parson himself could answer it, though."
33. "O Reverend father, tell me no lie,
The church is hung with black veils, tell me why!"
34. "Countess, it's a thing I cannot deny,
The Count, your husband on the trestles lie"
35. "My mother I beg you to keep my keys
You may dispose of my goods as you please.
36. I have brought into the world a fair son
And he is as fair as the rising sun,
37. O he is as the rising sun as fair
And his beauty is, aye, beyond compare.
38. You shall for his education provide.
Let the Christian Faith in life be his guide.
39. If ever his wealth should happen to wane
Let him serve the king and defend his reign.
40. In my husband's grave now I shall be laid
As both of us have slept in the same bed."
Translated from a Breton song
Gert Strydom, 25 march 2014
Intensely I do love you
Intensely I do love you
to the portals of heaven and hell
and my life I want to trust to you
with that which is in the depth of my heart,
I want to know you in all of my secrets,
daily experience small things with you,
and together I want to be in each event,
while I want to protect you love in my heart,
see you on each new morning,
and embrace you tightly against me.
Satish Verma, 25 march 2014
SCENIC BEAUTY
What do you think
a redemption of a clone will work
in the galaxy of stars?
The hope was drying and violence
refuses to decline in the valley of flowers.
Orphaned moon climbs up the hill
to preside over the murmuring truths.
Nothing seems to work
for the liberation of long night
and the winds put off the lantern’s light
which was standing on the shore.
A black widow crawls on my chest
for a certain drenching by a sucked heart.
Still I stare at the black eyes
for a washed up death.
Satish Verma
POEWHIT, 25 march 2014
P O E M B O Y 1
Sour is the hour
Call of the flower
Song fills an air
Yesterday, a care
Life flows along
Our life a song
Up seems down, at times
Down is up, a rhyme.
3/24/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 24 march 2014
P O E M B O Y
Cry out words
Sit so absurd
A pen for the notes
Ideas seem remote
Play a magical song
Fill the soul long
That note with tears
Rings long in the ears.
3/23/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
Greg, 24 march 2014
The Office
Carnivorously tearing into the raw flesh
The neurotic tick tock of fingers
Clashing sharply with the harmony of souls
To unload money from the grips of Being
Take the eagle child, and make massacred stew
To relinquish into destiny
The long forgotten history
Of spies that reside, foreign, in the sky
Bearing down upon
What was once home to us
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22 november 2025
Jaga
Nie wiem czy odmrożenie wystarczy :))
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I tam jeszcze inni oni mieszają.
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Może wdepną w coś miękkiego.
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Warto rozpalać;)
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Aczkolwiek obojętne, ale lubię ten nastrój:)
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Przedsmak białych świąt.
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na głodzie, to nawet jak się tli, to się pali...
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Tli.
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z nazwy wynika, że to karma aniołów...:))
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