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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 october 2016

A Cricket Invades The Night

in a rumpled, 
black city 
homes are sliced in half 
the equality demands 
the rights of people 
 
sometimes you love a 
tormentor 
he will be able to wed, albeit 
shyly, with the physical 
cleaning the love’s deficit 
 
how far the waiting will go 
skirting the mist 
it was there 
in you 
in me 
a rapist 
a serial killer


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Joe Breunig

Joe Breunig, 27 october 2016

Poem: Facing Adversity

One of the many secrets,
for facing Life’s adversity
is a change of perspective;
adjusting the lens, we see
 
things from a Heavenly view-
whereby old problems are seen
as new opportunities, teeming
brightly, unsullied by routines
 
of dull, antiquated thinking.
Address all challenges head on,
without any semblance of fear;
employing some spiritual brawn
 
ensures that final solutions
can be found and implemented;
real satisfaction comes, when
by God, you’re complimented.
 
 
 
Author Notes
 
Inspired by:
Eph 1:18; Matt 25:21  and
 
"It is one thing to face adversity but it is totally another thing to turn our adversity in to an eternal opportunity to become who God has planned us to be in Christ Jesus through it all. God never takes us through a tunnel that doesn't have a exit, so the one most important thing we have to do through the ordeal we face is to look in to the face of the Lord and trust Him that He will bring us out at the right time. Remember, that those who look in to God's face will become bright and rest in Him like as a baby, because they will understand that it is for their eternal good that God has taken them through such temporal tunnel experiences that bring eternal dividend. You can never learn to trust God more and more deeply, unless you pass through the dark tunnel experiences of life! So let go of yourself and let God take control." —Abraham Israel
 
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
 


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Joe Breunig

Joe Breunig, 27 october 2016

Poem: Tranquility

Tranquility can’t be obtained
from external sources; ultimate
peace must come from within…
one’s own soul; when trained
 
by the local Church, ideals
of Truth’s tenets are taught;
they’re meant to elevate our
thinking, whereby what’s real
 
or true… becomes much clearer.
Life is simplified as false steps
are avoided; self-confidence grows
with Faith’s maturity; when nearer
 
to Jehovah, our Life is enhanced!
For His peace surpasses all human
understanding, where tranquility
dwells; when Faith has advanced,
 
you’ll find tranquility… more often!
 
 
 
Author Notes
 
Inspired by:
Phil 4:6-7
 
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
 
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 october 2016

Listening To Rwanda Genocide

In your azure eyes 
I was teaching myself: 
how to drown. What a nodal 
agency to receive the award. 
 
The ailing moon 
will not come to my rescue. 
The seized cloud had failed 
to cry – 
 
embarrassing the sidewalks. An 
unfathomable legend. 
A bloated name becomes the 
mother of rapes. 
 
At stake were all the crutches. 
The tribal stain had a stark 
reality. The basic instinct, 
walks home to stand on the mount of bones.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 october 2016

Eternal Drift

A hidden lump was revealed 
in annual ritual. 
You flung open the gates- 
 
to take away the regal pain. 
Was it a reprisal 
for a purple nail? 
 
Withdrawl was threatening. 
In the line of fire 
comes the guilt. 
 
The suicide in the goddess 
womb? Celebrate if 
you pull out. 
 
Floating on the drifting 
threat. The welts will sing 
the erotica.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 october 2016

Downhill Journey

There was no need of a sharp knife 
in Calvaria. 
Night was fighting with the moon. 
 
From a concealed canvas 
I could find, galloping, 
black horses were gone. 
 
A duplicate key does not work 
now. The lock had been 
replaced on the door. 
 
Stairs were climbing on my 
stale body. The snowy peaks 
will not melt in sun. 
 
Disrobing the blue skin, 
under a blue sky for blue moon: 
unstoppable laughter.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 october 2016

Strange Happenings

Perpetual stasis 
in blank stares. 
Who was yawning to moon? 
 
Balmy night will unlock 
the secrets of graphic images. 
Life casts a spell on you. 
 
Like a round worm 
in search of a ceramic cow. 
Let me mix the money with fame. 
 
The unfelt pleasure 
of a crooked script – 
in twilight zone. Every person 
 
was wearing a cloud. Deftly 
you break the urn of ashes 
to find the stolen eyes.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 october 2016

In Transit

A blind spot
was clinging on to earth. 
Point of entry had 
an eye against eye. 
 
obsidian falls 
unshaved. The guilt 
of dawn was palpable. 
A nimbus surrounds the pain. 
 
A microdrone takes on 
the spider. Diffusion of 
hydrogen sulfide starts. 
Don’t break the window. 
 
Through my love, I touch 
you on face with ashen fingers. 
I step out from the hawk’s talons 
into the prophecy.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 october 2016

Father’s Day

Lashing out at invisible enemies 
you focus on virtue test – 
 
putting the ethics into incarceration, 
when you ask to dip the hand 
 
in boiling oil. Epiphany, a magnus 
tells, gives a sensual arousal. 
 
Without you I was fighting 
graffiti on no-name lips. 
 
The green eyes were watching. A 
terse detergent suicide.O my 
 
architect, what game you are playing 
with a child who refuses to become a father.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 october 2016

Pandering

In a haunting trove -; 
there was a synthetic insanity. 
I asked the moon 
to scan the chest. 
 
Fever was rising. 
You eject your eyes in a bowl 
of silver to read the 
lines of money. 
 
A stark effect overwhelms 
the spectrum, like the components 
of a booty, to be digested 
for deep flaws of society. 
 
I should, if I could 
rip open the zipped mouth 
of black death to count the 
teeth of shrunk questions. 
 
After all it was democracy.
 


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