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Satish Verma, 3 may 2020
On Collision Course
No comments. The eagle
is ready to pounce on
your future, when you were
preparing to consume your past.
Flesh eaters. They are going
far than far. I wanted
to do something strange
and new, for example―
like destroying myself. Dirty
thoughts. Always coming with
new legends. It is a deep
hole. Cavernous.
A dark blankness. You
are not arriving. And then you
let it go― sensually, facing
the unknown. An explosion,
waits for a new birth. A poem!
Renato N. Mascardo, 2 may 2020
under siege
while we wait
in this
time of the crown
this deadly devouring
scourge love persists and distancing
unites
renato
saturday 02 may 2020
RENATA, 2 may 2020
umierający dandys
Umierający dandys -Nils Dardel 1918
blady zarys ust zawisł
zastygł w półuśmiechu
półleżąc w półśnie
chce dokonać żywota
dandys goguś niecnota
salonowy hemafrodyta
kończy się wiek
homokochanków
łez płyną potoki
spod monokli
żałobne kobiety z żalem
kolory chustą skrywają
śmierć rozpusta
gniew i śmiech
zatracić się aż po nierzeczywistość
hulaszczym kolekcjom wołać dość
ten gest to śmierć kobieto poczekaj
Satish Verma, 29 april 2020
Anxieties
What could you do
when the donor fatigue
is on display? And stops the succor?
You are no more hungry.
A Buddha sleeps nonchalantly.
Small, blue grapes leave
their mark on the plate.
It will take decades to unknow
the sexual orientation.
Breathing in the incense,
the cannabis rules.
You were inhaling the history.
A unisex quality
in the seedless pomes.
steve, 28 april 2020
"Yesterday"
I don't like to think about... how the years have slipped away...
But everytime I think of us... it seems like yesterday,
I think about the times we shared... as two young lover's would...
If only I could turn back time... then you know I would,
But we were young and reckless... and the winds of change did blow...
And I never thought I'd ever be... someone you used to know,
The years have pulled us far apart... from what it used to be...
And I wonder what your life is now... do you ever think of me,
I've not found a single one... that I'd compare to you...
I held perfection in my hands... and let it slip right threw,
Regrets for what I didn't do... keep me living in the past...
There's so much that I want to say... but your not here to ask,
The hollow darkness screams your name... as the echo fades away...
And I am left here all alone... with only yesterday.
Satish Verma, 28 april 2020
False Ceiling
You wanted tranquility
clean and sane,
scudding at persona
impact.
Some thinking disorder?
You start cutting yourself.
Collecting the body parts.
Yellow jasmine. I will know that
I do not know the fields of hate.
When your world falls apart,
what I would do.
Every day
I dig up a sin
with a knife.
Satish Verma, 27 april 2020
What To Think
Cruel times,
and the walls are rising.
The rivals.Medusae versus columns.
Snakes for hairs
opposed to stones.
The bell shaped body with stinging
tongues.
I will not speak.
This is the gift from the womb of
evil.The blues.
Wounded by you.
The color changes.Sunrise to sunset.
You stay in sunroom, in dumbness.
Chilling poverty.
You shake violently.
Give me the skin to cover my bones,
I am bleeding black.You know the tilted moon
still crying.
Satish Verma, 26 april 2020
Dismay
It was not ending, not beginning
this fracas,
to search the exit.
Where to go where to.
The window
has jumped out
from the moon. what was
your ultimate? What was?
The cold-blooded
creepy object
discharging the virulent
flames virulent.
Migratory ink
always lands on the
paper, would not
move the words would not.
Janusz Józef Adamczyk, 26 april 2020
Very shortly
is the matter
and the antymatter
is the Ghost of the Life
and the Gost of the Death
is the consciousness
and of the First and of the Second
and is the soul
as the chanse for the man
Janusz Józef Adamczyk
Świdnik, Poland
25.04.2020
Satish Verma, 25 april 2020
On Blackboard A Chalk Writes
The water breaks.
Do you hear the voices?
I will ask my half self.
The pretension sends
neuroimages.
I am going home to read my horoscope.
Words grieve. I
have done a dream.
Silence sins.
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Belamonte/Senograsta
to ciekawe, to może piszesz programy dla szkół?
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