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Satish Verma, 22 june 2020

Unmaking Me

I want to shake them off,
the weird thoughts,
like a swarm of bees,
buzzing, whining, aimed at nothing.
Want to write me off?

Loneliness.I
observe the hands of a watch,
looks like they are not moving.
Time stands still.
Waits for me to move.

An atavistic ache.Again I view the world.
Everybody is making a sound without bending.
With dreams dead, I step into emptiness,
barefoot, to feel the earth.

Not going to quit,
free to kill my ghost,
I move into sunlight.

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Satish Verma, 21 june 2020

Brilliant Stroke

Unstable like a mercury
drop, when you hold
a pen, hiding your
icy thoughts.

Like an archer, ready
to abandon the bow, without
shooting at the target.

The bull's eye was a
blue rose, sitting in the dark
niche, afraid of light.

In synesthesia, of
nights assault, you fume
and sizzle, when the dew
drops hit you.

You will not give the name
of slayer, who killed you with a smile.

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Satish Verma, 20 june 2020

Self-Righteousness

Put a candle under
the rose bush.
I am going to draw blood
from the moon.

See my body has become
a boat and you are the sea.
I am an opus Dei
and you are my deity.

We mist and we rain
on our frailties. The drama
unfolds, when we grieve
for the butterflies.

Who was taller than
our sins? Like pixies
falling from the skies.

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Satish Verma, 19 june 2020

This Was Cobra Night

O pathfinder,
you wanted to leave unsung.
One day I will track down your footmarks.

Last night I understood
the unholy drowning of the truth,
before the priests of innocent surrender.

Jealousy was the secret of
downfall.You can use the parenthesis now
to defend the corporate
blunders.

Politics has become a
grammar to cheat the morphology
of gospels.

Do not go like naked truth
in the crowd.I wanted back
my eyebaths to see clearly.

The gap between the lips
was widening..

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Renato N. Mascardo, 18 june 2020

Poems on Virtues 1

if you were a virtue

to be
simple is not
to be a simpleton
simplicity is just being
a grace

simplest
among virtues
it is light lucid clear
a part of all other major
virtues

encased
in occams blade
buried deep in genes and
epigenes it needs nurture to
be learned

unlike
the virtue of
generosity that
is dynamic it is one of
repose

opposed
to the vice of
duplicity it is
natural unselfconscious free
of the

lapse of
self absorption
a virtue of the intellect
of the

moral
of the spirit
to be simple is to
be devoid of complexity
it is

a state
of quiet ease
in just being without
pretense or dissimulation
nothing

else but
being simple
a virtue of
ease that is so exacting to
attain

i ask
if you were a
virtue what will you be
i say you are simplicity
my friend//

renato
wednesday 17 june 2020

(to Will Liao)

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Satish Verma, 18 june 2020

Mammoth Blackness

You had left me reeling
under the bluebells,
like a trembling leaf, like wheels
in human conflict.

Trying to learn the democracy
of honeybees, like the
cohesiveness of fireants,

Handcuffed, staying in
solitary confinement, hitting at
the walls. Chipping away
the ungrateful.

The triage will leave me
unattended. The road...
do you think, it will be visible?

The stars will listen,
night will not.

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Satish Verma, 17 june 2020

Death Mask

It was not the worth
of a cloud,
your garden, sitting
on the lake.

Refresh drops, in the
dry eyes of the rope, which was
wounding around your neck
like a snake.

You want to become
a blue god now, on
opioids. A living ruin, attracting
the tourists.

The terrible change,
we are dragging our dead body
under the shadow of
the toes.

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Satish Verma, 16 june 2020

Not You, Not Me

You tell me in no
ambiguity to hold on the solitude.
Life was overrating the return
of a prodigal saint.

In wet distance
would you plant the seeds
of spiritual lockup?

Was it not two timing?
Riding on the waves
and starting roots music?

Shot in the back
of head, you wanted to die quickly
being sincere towards life.

Self-abandonment,
it were you, which was, for
what it was not.

I am counting the tongues
of flames, licking
the acid burned virtues.

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steve, 15 june 2020

"No Guarantees"

It hurts too much to see you, I have to back away...
When you're here, I can't pretend, that everything's ok,
The clock hands just stop moving.. when lonely's how you feel...
Your moving in slow motion.. as though time was standing still...
The night is long and empty.. as you're waiting for a call...
But it soon becomes transparant.. like the shadows on the wall,
Minutes turned to hours.. and the hours drift away...
As darkness finally yields itself.. to the light it kept at bey,
You could play me like a fiddle.. you could break this heart in two...
You could look into these eyes.. and see my love for you,
For love is knowing some things.. are neither wrong nor right...
And what we see through different eyes.. won't be just black and white,
You could say the things you mean.. and mean the things you say...
You could give to me my heart's desire.. and then just walk away,
But love is not a fairy tale.. and it gives "no guarantees"...
And "happy ever after"... is something few will see,
So I'm taking back my heart, while I'm still in control...
It's not something that you earned, it's something that you stole.

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steve, 15 june 2020

Blue

If you ever wonder why my heart is always blue...
It's not hard to find the answer, because I'm in love with you,
I know that your afraid, to be where I now stand...
To tear down all the walls you've built, and give to me your hand,
To lay your heart out on the line, to bare your soul to me...
To trust me in that guarded space, that only love should be,
I'd never want to hurt you or cause you any pain...
I'd keep your heart right next to mine, and shield you from the rain,
I'll show you love you've never known, and hold your heart above...
And there will be no doubt at all, to weather I do love,
For all the joys that love would bring, together we would share...
To say goodbye to lonely night, and know I'll always care,
If these words were not my own, but words you said to me...
My heart would never cry again, and blue would never be.

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Latest items:

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Unmaking Me

Brilliant Stroke

Self-Righteousness

This Was Cobra Night

Poems on Virtues 1

Mammoth Blackness

Death Mask

Not You, Not Me

"No Guarantees"

Blue

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