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Satish Verma, 26 november 2014
POINSETTIA
What was that inside you
which was not ready to accept
the compound folly of a man?
What worry do I carry tonight
to my bed?
An intentional leap into the very
fire of mind?
A virgin garden battles with a storm
It is ready to mince the words
for a carnal smell of poinsettia,
and I am going to lower the guard
from wrinkled eyes.
Like a thong around the neck
to obtain the tongue.
I turn towards the blood of game
global erosion of love and waxen defeat!
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 26 november 2014
You do burrow right into my soul
You do burrow right into my soul
through every barrier that I have made
and when you are near
every resistance crumbles
and I see a kind of grace in your eye,
a kind of sparkle that entices and speaks to my heart
and with you time gets wings and does fly
as if to my life you are destined to be a part
and to you all kinds of resistance is weak
while your presence is driving me mad
and even the look, the expression of your face
talk without words
and have a serious reality to it
as you are in my pulse and in every breath
as if you are made to fit
to be a partner even beyond the limitations of death.
Gert Strydom, 26 november 2014
Jeopardy (Rubliw)
Pests like
Ebola, Aids, do strike
and crime is running rive
while in jeopardy is each life.
The great Day of Judgment must draw near
on the faces of people I see fear,
some do still live in bliss
the future is
unclear.
Satish Verma, 25 november 2014
The Moon-ed ‘I’...
Distance was increasing
in spewing rage.
I yearned for a solitude of desert
sand and rocks
away from musty tongues
and eros.
Counting my failed attempts
to reconcile with exits
and slant hopes.
Like an eclipsed moon
plying over the hill
to investigate a shorn lamb.
Plucking the hair from a beautiful scalp
to become a nun.
Arthritic river brings back the waves.
Unreachable was the crest.
Today standing alone on the summit
I watch the dropp with grief.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 25 november 2014
This kind of love I have not known
Like a thunderbolt from a blue sky
you came suddenly into my life
and now that you are my wife
there is great heartache in each goodbye
and day and night
I do miss you when you are out of sight
and when you are gone
I am alone
and this kind of love I have not known
before you did become my very own.
Gert Strydom, 24 november 2014
On another earth
On another earth
in another place and time
you will again be mine
but while your adult offspring
try to run your life
our marriage lays in shatters
and from their birth
they acted as if being divine
but to me they are without spine
and still the birds outside do sing
while all around me there is strive
and to them it does not really matter
but on this world you are heartbroken
while everything with meaning is falling apart
and the hurt lays unspoken
as a cruel kind of art
that you do not deserve
and to nothing there is any method, reason or rhyme
while the clouds of destruction are gathering
and although we are apart you are still my wife
and your children do gather
in their own kind of celebration
while I keep praying to the Lord of creation
to intervene but He is hidden in the shadows,
stays totally unseen and life moves on
and from my life you are gone.
Satish Verma, 24 november 2014
Guiled ‘me’...
That is how I injured myself
desiring the right thing,
extracting the reason from charity.
I will now pluck off the rage, the silence,
the exotica from the frozen valley.
Words will become my foes swimming in your eyes.
I was listening to your questions
without becoming a witness; I was my own answer.
The time was revengeful. Show was over.
We were losing the relevance
and guests had departed.
We were becoming the walls of a glass house.
I dread my conscience, a terrible roaring in mind.
Does not allow me to sleep. Values were insulting me.
Falling like an old wall-paper; truth went unnoticed.
Peacocks were dying daily.
I am going to lose myself in the night
of a moonless sky.
Satish Verma
Renato N. Mascardo, 23 november 2014
Exodus V
haiku
at 2 in the morn
a thought: without you my words
mere bricks without straw.
renato
sunday 23 november 2014
Satish Verma, 23 november 2014
Outsider
Nothing to look forward
I return my gifts today.
Completely denuded I will spread out in emptiness.
I was nowhere in the circle of untruths,
the pain was slipping inside
and self-denial took its toll.
Nomad in exile
for the kiss of unknown
wandering in whispering streets.
There was no more remorse.
Saffron was the choice of pathos.
A collective suicide of pledges in the sun!
Parallel grief of desert and wind
offers the plundered toast
I drink to my parched lips.
Satish Verma
Latest comments:
20 january 2026
jeśli tylko
czyżby..
20 january 2026
bardzo smutno.. coraz mniej poezji..
20 january 2026
z dojrzałych śliwek to najlepsza cujka :)
20 january 2026
dojrzewają, jak ser..
20 january 2026
to efekt "optymalizacji" produkcji..
20 january 2026
Jaga
Końca nie widać, ale można ujrzeć początek.
20 january 2026
Żeby tylko Piotruś nie odmroził się przy
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sam53
... ale ciągle jest na wyciągnięcie ręki
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I sny się starzeją...
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Krówki miały smak i konsystencję krówek,
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Weronika
Nie wiedzieć czemu, koniec się oddala.
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Czekolada też nie ma już tamtego smaku.
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