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Satish Verma, 9 december 2019

I Will Not Be Silent

Overlooks the juvenility.
The shrinking genitals.
It was the militancy.
The freedom, brought
about by the guns.
Now indiscreetly firing at the sky.

This deadpan delivery
of the shut doors. Economy
has failed the toads,
the croaking minions. A raw
poem speaks now
for the unopened coffins.

The run, the run of the
century begins. Some one was
running, non-stop, from
sleep to sleep, away from the sexual
assaults, from rapes, from
man-slaughter.

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Satish Verma, 8 december 2019

Smoke Signals

A severed hand, after
the blast, working on a script
writes about the
musicality of blood.

Blood of moon and trees;
of poems and bees,
contributing to making
of republics of grass.

The roots know the secret
of god and grief of humanity.
The sound ot truth resonates
with the art of dying.

Between the sun-and moon―
under the sky sleeps a
shimmering axe.

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Satish Verma, 7 december 2019

Of Land And Ills

The dancing paper,
humilates the pen.
A stunning defeat for morality.

In splendid withdrawl,
the eyelids bear the violence
of soil.

A broken pride
will get back at you.
Step aside. Let the soul read the dewdrop.

The moon meets the
earthen lamp, to understand
the hymns of rag-pickers.

The religion drinks
the aroma of holy vice. Was
there any truth of a beast?

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Satish Verma, 6 december 2019

Voiceless Assaults

You are waiting
amid fears. The fretting
does not end.

At where,
the road ends? To find a blue star
where do we go?

The house was
sleeping in fog. Inside the
dome, hooves, quiver.

I have to become
mute. Time was black,
my song blue.

A pure crime.
The vultures come in
cloaks to take away the lamb.

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Satish Verma, 5 december 2019

Fading Glory

You want to cover your
amnesia. Death
has no other color.

How far you will go
to retrieve
the sensibility?

Time does not sit idly.
Undeniably your foe―
poisoning the well.

Sky was overcast and
sends misty rain.
Have the heart-leaves and moon-seeds.

The history concedes.
Molybdenum was god,
initiating life on earth.

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RENATA, 4 december 2019

dojrzewanie -a jesienią zbierzesz plony

w sadzie wokół jabłoni
twój uśmiech mnie gonił
moje oczy cię rozbierały
a ręce brały

a tam przy starej jabłoni
serce mi dałaś na dłoni
a tam przy młodej gruszy
zakochałam się po uszy

na trawie wśród rumianku
liczyliśmy świerszcze o poranku
graly nam kształty Mendelsona
ty przyszły mąż ja przyszła żona

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RENATA, 4 december 2019

przeznaczenie

W księdze pamięci
Urodziła się i jest
Istota komuś potrzebna
Uczy się i dojrzewa
Kwitnie i obumiera
Wartość swoją mierzy
Sumą doświadczeń
I tylko pamięć zostaje
Zbieraczem absolutnym
W drodze do przeznaczenia

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Satish Verma, 4 december 2019

For The Skin And Eyes

Not confessional.
Without reading the body
there was no room.

My fever rises
in limbs.
Giving me a double vision.

This was not my age.
Out of place, I
call for limestone.

The sea and
moon will make a castle
on the waves.

Whom do you call
careless? I was writing
the verse on blood paper.

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Satish Verma, 1 december 2019

No Carnage

A house without doors
I was living
in fog.

The infamous review
will tell about the
fallen words from the roof.

There was no history,
no culture of
cannibalism.

I only exhaled
the grief of centuries
shielding the ankle's pain.

There had been no
perfect picture of the
dancing god in nude.

A blue face swims.
I draw the map of the smell
of cinders.

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George Krokos, 30 november 2019

Simple Observation 151 - It is said that lightning .....

It is said that lightning doesn’t ever strike at the same place twice
and a person passes as a fool who makes the same mistake thrice.
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Latest items:

poetry

I Will Not Be Silent

Smoke Signals

Of Land And Ills

Voiceless Assaults

Fading Glory

dojrzewanie -a jesienią zbierzesz plony

przeznaczenie

For The Skin And Eyes

No Carnage

Simple Observation 151 - It is said that lightning .....

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