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Satish Verma, 11 october 2020

Tenacity

It was a breech birth,
scuttling the forecast,
under water search.
Sad night.

The sand fills your
pockets. You start
licking the salt
jettisoned by violent waves.

Don't focus your mind.
D-Day is drawing near.
No deference to sun.
Unfurl all the sails and ride the breakers.

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Wiadomsky, 10 october 2020

Blunder

to get her
is not
together

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RENATA, 10 october 2020

Titanic tonie a my chcemy się bawić

Świat jest wielkim Titanicem
dryfującym na fali
a my tacy mali
niedoskonali
jak cząsteczki puzzli
niezbyt poukładani
chcemy się bawić

Świat jest ogromnym tonącym
Titanicem a my bez skrzydeł
chcemy latać bez sił podawać
siebie na talerzu w biegu
całować drugiego i uśmiech słać dowoli
bez powodu tulić
aż serce narcyza boli

Świat jest chorym Titanicem
rdzewieje dusi się pęcznieje
a my chcemy oddychać
dotykać wąchać pląsać
żyć i śmierci zaprzeczyć

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Karen Adams, 9 october 2020

Wilczy zew

Tam na łące
przy biedronce
pada deszcz
Nawet w ciszy
na ulicy
słychać śmiech
W ciemnym lesie
ścieżka pnie się
mnóstwo drzew
Tam się schronię
by posłuchać
wilczy zew
Bo przyroda
zdrowia doda
ptaków śpiew

There in the meadow
next to the ladybug
it's raining
Even in silence
on the street
you hear laughter
In the dark forest
the path climbs
lots of trees
I'll take refuge there
to listen
wolf out
Because nature
health will add
singing birds

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Satish Verma, 9 october 2020

Watercolors

It was a mixed affair
of love and hate.
You are in deep water
to engage in a dialogue.

Almost farce was the
black ice. Animalism was the-
same. It was murder
in one form or the other.

The landscape would be
remembered for illicit violence.
The virgin sea hides the remains
of midair collision.

The purple men talk of
casualities in war times. The
relocation of peace march was
a big mistake. The vultures-

refuse to move from the trees.

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Satish Verma, 7 october 2020

Stationary Waves

Becoming,
antinormal was not a-
big task, like discovering a new mineral.

It was upside down
a binary star.
Mother and son of morning.

From your absence,
I pick up a poem
and milk the words.

Unlike the purple poesy,
you write,
when the pith becomes the spirit.

The houses set apart
have no boundary layers.
We were immersed in our
strange thoughts.

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Satish Verma, 6 october 2020

Sonorous Tones

To skim the sky
like swifts,
when you move away
from yourself.

Holding a four-leaf clover,
night drapes the moon,
taking a lion's share of light
on its wings.

Your full lips defeat
the kisses of incense. I
will come again to
learn Ars poetica.

The fake blooms. I will
never see the death
of a rose petal, skipping
the barbs.

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Satish Verma, 5 october 2020

Nobody Will Die

Knowing the beginning
and the end,
you stand in water.
Transparency should
come first, waiting
for your time.
A blind pursuit for a brilliant moment,
to break the black rock.
The bloodstained eyes
tell the opacity of eternal lies.
Can you melt the darkness?
The holy edge was inviting.
You want to settle
for a suicide, after the hymns.
O golden peaks
I don't want to climb the illusion.
Sun was sitting in my room.
A bluebird was
staring at me. When do I
start laughing?

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Satish Verma, 4 october 2020

Moonlit Lake

Hot fish
becomes topiarist.
I want to remove the scales.
Once for all.

The lesser island
holds the boat. You
become ready to rove
in dark.

Hot fish
scrambles at dawn.
Do not open the eyes.
It will go straight.

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Satish Verma, 3 october 2020

Knocking At Door

I would not bend the
truth. A grape in mouth

will stimulate the wedge.
Night will hammer on my chest

with glossy fists. I am born
again in your muteness.

A ghost line walks with me
to pull out the delicate verse.

Everyday a tulip is delivered
in the folds of woodcraft.

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Latest items:

poetry

Tenacity

Blunder

Titanic tonie a my chcemy się bawić

Wilczy zew

Watercolors

Stationary Waves

Sonorous Tones

Nobody Will Die

Moonlit Lake

Knocking At Door

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