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Satish Verma, 4 june 2020
Great Expectations
Celebrating the death.
Neither physical, nor nostalgic-
I adore the finish,
in place of wages.
Not cerebral.It was
my pledge to remain a husk
after the carnage.
In manthanal I will preserve
the memories of hairless moon-
my nomadic friend.
Like a woodpecker to mark my
territory, I want to stay
alone in my grief.
March and dahlias.Sometimes
I stand before them and,
talk about ephemerality of the beauty.
When would you come
to say goodbye?
RENATA, 2 june 2020
nierzeczywistość
nie wiem nie wiem kim jestem
kim byłem dokąd podążam
a ty możesz kierować
zasupłany w swoje słowa
pełna głowa pełen język
więzy więzy
palce wciąż piszą piszą
każdą czynność
nic nie jest niewinne
a najgorszy strach
wmówiłaś mi że
jestem mordercą
więc zabiłem
RENATA, 2 june 2020
-Rzeźnik
Renata ---Rzeźnik na pdst Rzeznika M.Czornyj-2-06-2020
obłąkana natura potwora
zabija robi przetwory
w tych bigosach jest moc wielka
już na targu robi się kolejka
widziały jego oczy
dużo wojennej przemocy
serce zamknięte w butelce
rozum stuka się w czoło
gdzież tyle mięsa marnować
jakiś czas ma spokój
pracuje choć z jedną nogą
namiętnie chodzi do kina
chłopców nagania mu słynna bileterka
nie wiedziała że sama skończy w walizce
pociągu relacji Szczecin-Katowice
tylko dlatego że tak bardzo chciała być z nim
zrobiła się nachalna zwłaszcza po kilku głębszych
demony w głowie robią dziury
szczątki wnętrzności siekierą
młotkiem na dół do góry
Irena ostatnia była w jego zbiorach
z jajecznicą dobrze smakowała
jej głowa w rzęsach jeziora tonie
Rzeźnik zawisł na klamce
u piekła bramy
bez łaski
Satish Verma, 2 june 2020
Post Valentine
After the full moon
I will collect roses
from your ashes.
The essay will not-
be written, about,
how did I love you.
The silent shriek
was left alone
in the valley.
Satish Verma, 1 june 2020
Point-Blank
I know the flesh heals
but not the ethos.
Though I was not the doer
yet I did't fail in my journey
through dark.
It was a fait accompli.
Knelt in prayer, I was branded
with hot iron.
Why am I shaking
like Titanic? Your long arm
did not save me from the shining
iceberg of simple knowledge.
Do we go together in the sea?
The dark music was very
enticing.Brick by brick we had
made the levee.Now the river of rage
has broken the embankment.
You want to climb
from the abyss.A death wish
overtakes the hills.
Satish Verma, 31 may 2020
Synopsis
Valentine?
What do you want
to read?
Between sex and
surrogacy?
No monikers.
Pure frankenstein!
O, naïve culpabilibity,
do not sleep on my arm.
Unmoving, the suffix
disappears.
I am still holding
the question mark.
Satish Verma, 30 may 2020
Abstract Thoughts
Escaped soul
was pronounced dead, after
becoming rich. You start
peeling of the skin of neo-poverty.
Hunger equates you with god.
It hurts your tarnished honesty. The
image of half-man, half-tiger.
The veneer coming off very soon.
The pepper spray was well
planned for steady hands to
make you spring-blind. Your pockets are
full of fireflies.
The poetry effect was negligible,
when you start praying for snowstorm.
Satish Verma, 29 may 2020
Ascending Paresis
This was the art of killing.
From the dizzying
heights you throw the
vesicants.
Now you need the gliomas
to finish the job.
At wrong time, I was
raising the bizarre questions.
Why the wealth brings-
the change of life?
A wandering pain
caves in, where the moon
looks sick in its paleness.
The massive lies, deep
in dirty tricks after the traffic
of voices.In blank space
I plant my poem.
Renato N. Mascardo, 29 may 2020
Loneliness of Being One (To Will Liao)
against solitude
sunrise
sunset these mean
nothing to you who slip
in and out of awakening
alone
the pain
comes in waves but
never goes away it
stays to harry and heckle you
alone
in health
in illness and in
dying the most pain is
the thought that you are solitary
alone
yet we
who love you stand
in close proximity
we stay so you know you are not
alone//
renato
thursday 28 may 2020
Satish Verma, 28 may 2020
Not On Crutches
Not impassible.
Buried in snow, I
will bring back my moon.
There was no divination.
I still stand on my legs.
I will not talk about shadows
or any haloes. An urge to find
unknown. Touching the feet?
No I don't submit to body.
No rewards. No citation.
I will walk alone in the jungle
of prying eyes, in my
visible bones.
The flame-test. The truthless
blames, and a naked god.
I have come faraway from my childhood.
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11 october 2024
Belamonte/Senograsta
to ciekawe, to może piszesz programy dla szkół?
11 october 2024
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jesień tak ma... :)))
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Piękne kwiaty, chcę takie na balkon:)
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Zawsze znienacka jesień życia...
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Groch przez wieki był rzucany/ dzisiaj ściana
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Georginie jesienne :)
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Tak :))
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Muchomor czerwony, trujący. Ponoć wzięty przez
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:))))
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Eva T.
Jadalny?
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