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Satish Verma, 26 november 2016
Half-Man
In the exodus of emotions
I try to flee human fears
in earth hour.
The sky will not be civil to me.
You had become a dark flame
like port wine.
Who was changing
the skin like a snake?
I was busy cupping a hemangioma
on the face of a moon.
Tucked between the breasts
a dream fumbles with a cyclone.
One more city dies
in my head. The streets
are walking back.
Satish Verma, 25 november 2016
Transparency
He wants-
to sort through the voices
he used to hear-
in his head,
to understand the vexed past.
He will make his bent arm
a bow and shoot
a moon between the doors.
Walk with a snake in grass
and feed his children.
Irreverence becomes an import
from the strangers.
When you were burning
inside, what was the need for the family
of periwinkles
to condole with jingles.
A timer device
explodes on your face.
A human bomb unfathers
a class of hibiscus.
Joe Breunig, 24 november 2016
Poem: A Taste of Psalm 1
We’re definitely blessed,
to know that we’re not…
blown about, like chaff;
if we perform, as taught,
then we’ll steer clear of
the ungodly, their counsel
and unforeseen troubles.
Via Jehovah’s holy council,
we delight in His Tenets,
Law, Principles, New Mercies
and Grace everyday; our lives
are planted as… sturdy trees
beside Christ’s fresh rivers
of everlasting, living waters;
therefore, let’s prosper as…
victorious sons and daughters.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Psa 1
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 24 november 2016
Splintering
You always repeat the moons
in your eyes.
I will not drop my lids.
I was talking to myself
about the perversity of skimming
the sperm, throwing black rocks
on milk white daisies-
to protest against the fields
not ploughed deeply and scattering
the seeds in wild jungle.
One day panther will die
on his own, head down,
swaying, leaning on one side
and then collapsing.
No pheromones will come out
from the spent body.
Satish Verma, 23 november 2016
Drifting Pain
I am in retreat, for a music
of visitation,
playing with the words.
Mission failed,
the upheaval starts in the islands
of void, to find out
who was unglazed.
Folding the protuberance
in a pilfered fidelity, the shards
had no input in violence.
Mistrial. A half-mad moon
crashes on grass. The fireflies
resume the journey
to darkness.
The fangs were out
in green charm, in fierce silence
of the exhumed vault.
Satish Verma, 22 november 2016
Here Lies The Queen
The frozen voice hangs on the
door. A crowd waits.
Midnight explosions
will start soon
to herald a benevolent sky-
for squatters.
In rise and fall of an empire
I won't put any label
to generation drift. The
changing geography will
take care of the ashes.
A ragpicker will tell the story.
Ambulatory moon
had become economical, blanching
the stained dreams only
like our land's wounds.
The sea of hate lies naked before us
to sweep the carcasses. I know not
how to become omnivorous.
Satish Verma, 21 november 2016
Reflecting The Praises
And you explore me-
to the limits of enchantment.
As I was-
dying in a nonfiction.
Half brothers-
were moving like pincers
to catch a pen
like a little solidier.
Sad little god was telling
I do,
I am moving in non-existent darkness
for a sundial.
A lobster-
was trying to climb on
an ancient throne.
He wanted to become a neoking.
And throw his weight for the kittens
and unborn dogs.
Satish Verma, 20 november 2016
Black River
The supermoon was rising with
a great aplomb to shame the stars.
At night the buttercups wage a war.
Come unpretending, as you, not him, -
on the lake, becoming a stranger to
yourself. There ia an endless nocturnal confession.
Do you know the poison tree blooms,
when the golden eagle rises to take a dive
on the row of funerals.
Joe Breunig, 19 november 2016
Poem: Confessions of My Brokenness
Emotional scars, not wounds, document
the totality of my Life experiences;
even though my spirit hasn’t yet shed
its temporary, earthly encasement,
this fleshly clay of human brokenness
cautions me to always be ever mindful
of my blessed Lord and His sacrifice.
Pretending to overlook the preciousness
of this gift of Life, that was bestowed
to me, was an act of absolute foolishness
that kept me apart from Him; ignorance
on my part, insured that Grace flowed…
until my insight was lovingly obtained!
Being honest, with myself, allowed me
to be humbled and bowed before my Lord.
Through genuine vulnerability, I gained
my connection me to a God of redemption.
Though I have suffered, like many others,
I’m not alone; a pained confession of my
brokenness led me towards… His Salvation!
Author notes
Inspired by:
Luke 15:11-32; Rom 10:9-10
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 18 november 2016
That Is
Let be it.
The little bowl abandoning
the unreachable pink-light.
Ambrosia-
was searching a geometric center
of a smoking hub.
Flame-
of a bonefire was leaping
towards a topless tumbler.
The midriff
will spell a disaster.
A nomadic-
sleepwalker had become incandescent,
starts a prayer
for a condemned enemy.
My body was a river.
flowing-
on the impacted rocks of violence.
Was non-violence still relevant
in turbulent times?
Give me some unreason today.
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Może i dobrze,,, Najlepszego w Nowym Ćwierćwieczu
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dużo zdrówka i szczęścia w Nowym 2026!
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Sorrowhead (ex Cheval)
Dzięki!
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violetta
Za tym piecem coś fajnego się kryje:)
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Piękne:)
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Wszystkiego dobrego:)
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ais
Szczęśliwego :)
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Jaga
Gdzie tu się schować? Wieś nie lepsza od miasta.
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wolnyduch
Tak, myślę podobnie... Miło mi bardzo gościć
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Niestety masz rację i to jest przykre. Dzięki
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AS
nie powinno się oceniać autorów, ale tematy
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Miłość nie jedno ma imię :))
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