
Satish Verma, 29 october 2016
in love with vermilion
floating on optics
you learn in moments of insult
or insults in moment of learning
fishless bones
still he smels of withering pain
on black satin
you don’t want to suffer
with asterisks
annotation
disfigurs the essence
i will boil the moon
to find the separateness
between scent and grief
i am done
the poem is over
death has walked away
Satish Verma, 28 october 2016
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
Joe Breunig, 27 october 2016
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
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 27 october 2016
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
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 27 october 2016
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.
Satish Verma, 26 october 2016
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.
Satish Verma, 25 october 2016
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.
Satish Verma, 24 october 2016
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.
Satish Verma, 23 october 2016
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.
Satish Verma, 22 october 2016
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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