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steve

steve, 9 february 2023

Time Won't Stop

You say that I don't give, the kind of love you need...
I say to have a forest, you first must plant a seed,
It isn't that there isn't love, it's not like I don't care...
It's just the things that matter most, are things that we don't share,
I don't need to tell you, again the way I feel...
For if you cannot hear me, these wounds will never heal,
There's not a day that passes, that your not in my heart...
And not a day that passes, that we don't tear apart,
I've heard it's just a fine line, between what's love and hate...
But the clock for us is ticking, and time won't stop to wait,
I wonder if things were different how happy we could be...
If we break the chains of anger, and set our spirts free,
As long as we hold onto pain, these chains will hold us down...
And we'll look back at what we've lost and love we never found,
I don't know if you hear me, or if were too far gone...
But I'm out here on this ledge alone, for us I'm holding on.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 february 2023

Half-Blues

Don't bury my pain
in your sad blinking eyes.
It won't fill the void.

Who was evolved
from a cruel beast into
a human being?

Some pieces of
divinity survive in the
bright passion flowers.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 february 2023

Earthly Claims

The lunacy of
touching you, to plug a―
hole, in your innocence.

I wanted to explore
the horizon in your eyes,
where sun meets moon,
in graveyard of sins
and virtues.

Before you had become
my shadow, I used to smell
a distant scent coming
from a slithering
wet body.

I fumble for the words
for mercy of pain. My desert
was once a sea.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 february 2023

A Beautiful Song

To begin again,
the travesty of understanding
life.

A mole, a warton
the face of fractured psyche,
I will never know you.

Generations bleed,
to feed the corpse flower―
of fraternity. I go
insane.

Going beyond the
touch of your life, I begin
to shred my forbidden
sin.

You know what
was classic love, to burn
like a moth on flame.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 february 2023

Hope In Undoing

Stay till end of
my poem, for
dying sun.

Howling winds searched
my body, my soul
when I stood alone.

The blue scorpion knows
its religion. That was predation.
Landfall for hungry.

If the blood leaks,
the victim sings for moksha.
Milking starts.

The golden leaves
are peeled off from the moon.
No night was safe.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 february 2023

Living With Grace

Didn't agree to
sell the dream, for afterlife.
There was dread of
crossing the graves.

Moon intends to
come one step closer, to
find your candor. The innards
wouldn't take off the veil.

There was no iconic
shadow. Hope was fading.
Time to confront the unexpected
assault. Light enters from a crack.

What could be a
second coming of realization
on week legs, in twilight
of disturbing truths?

I am holding the mirror
at a distance.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 february 2023

Ancient Landscape

Weeping asokas were talking.
Only THE Plato will tell
the truth about republic.

I was shaken like
dew drops on grass in whirlwind.
No end of unending.

Moon goes on rampage.
When will you meet me in charisma
of midnight September?

Mankind will not
change. The stones roll down
to remain afloat in river.

Take off your hand
from my shoulder. You have
to go for a long journey
without me.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 february 2023

With No Anger

Truth survived between us.
You were my anthem―
in dying light.

Like a crucible, the
absent moon, fills it with a poem.
Maybe you will find the signs.

That the illusion
transcends the truth, and
becomes blue.

Who will be born―
again in the ambit of
slavery and deliverance?

Ah, the tragedy
of life was, to give
away the honey to insectivores.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 february 2023

Like Hurricane

How would you retrieve
the soul of moon? There was
not enough darkness.

Long back, the ink
was always black, and
the words would tremble
like aspen.

The echo comes
loudly resounding the green
valley's anguish.

Don't hit me,
by a vivid farewell. Buried
one's head in poems
somebody walks through you.

The wound had been― still raw.
A panther jumps on the antelope.


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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 31 january 2023

Niepewności czas nerwowy

Gdzie Car Dzwon obok Car Puszki
tam Kagiebistów wierchuszki
i moskiewscy bojarowie
radzili, jak armii mrowie
poprowadzić aż za Doniec,
wieszcząc reszcie świata koniec,
grabiąc, burząc, gwałcąc, paląc,
na nic się nie oglądając.
.
Na przeciwnym krańcu świata -
tam skąd człowiek w kosmos latał,
Centrów Wywiadowczych świty
widziały przez satelity
gromadzonych wojsk roszady
Znając groźny plan zagłady,
tylko w silnej odpowiedzi
wszystko, co Starlink wyśledził
stałoby się łatwym celem.
Pozostało by niewiele
Wschodniej Flance do zrobienia
w kolejnych kontruderzeniach.
.
Jak ty komu - tak on tobie!
Różnica leży w sposobie,
a wyniku nie zaręczy
nawet udział sił zastępczych,
co może problemy sprawiać.

Może więc lepiej rozmawiać,
choć splątane są języki
znawców geopolityki
i strategów hybrydowych.
.
Niepewności czas nerwowy.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 january 2023

In Full Moon

Cuddling instinct.
Was that important to
hug a bear?

Standing like a
candlestick, you want to
touch the blue sky.

What emotions do―
you need to beat the
unbroken kisses?

Something crashes
inside, like bone china
to mimic the brutal
fall.

Be some tender―
to me, I am carrying
a burning glass.


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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 30 january 2023

Gotowi na każdy scenariusz

Na styku dawnego i nowego,
chociaż nie ma nic dobrego,
trwają rachunki sumienia
i trudna do przewidzenia
nastąpiła sytuacja.
Pokój czy kontunuacja?
.
Pokój niby ludziom droższy,
może zdziczenie zaostrzyć
odnawiając siły wojny.
Czas pozornie jest spokojny,
ale geopolityka poszukuje zapalnika
i nie podejmuje akcji
bez zaczepki - prowokacji,
jaka może bez wątpienia
wskazać winnego zniszczenia
i kolejnego horroru,
jaki nie dał już wyboru
gotowej na wszystko stronie.
Musiała stanąć w obronie
ludzkości oraz wartości!
.
Domysły, nie wiadomości
błądzą po zamglonych mediach.
Strach zobojętniał - spowszedniał,
ale bój sie nadal toczy.
Jutro może nas zaskoczyć
czymś naprawdę niespodzianym,
a świat jest przygotowany!


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 january 2023

Incredible

I was hungry
and you fed the tiger
back and forth.

And then a fierce
battle commenced between
lie and truth.

In temple of eyes
deities were disappearing.

There was no signs
of large fig tree, under which
you can sit to become wise.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 january 2023

Revelation In Dark

You begin and end
in sameness. The trust will
veer you back home.

I won't teach you
to define dignity of
salt in brown eyes.

I knew, the bridge
was going to collapse
one day on water.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 january 2023

Microevolution

Kissing under the
mistletoe. Moon puckers
wearing a hijab.

The creed tumbles,
for vast and open space,
to remove zeros.

Treat me as I was.
The shadow falls on lake
when time freezes.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 january 2023

Drunk Like A Bee

My charm lies. You
will not come in this poem
without toes.

An amputee runs
on blades to wipe out
tears of colossus.

How do you know, the
karma always walks bare
foot in dry river?


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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 26 january 2023

Mama Ciao

Nie płacz mamo!
To było rano:
Pada strzał, pada strzał,
pada strzał, strzał, strzał...
i nas długo opatrywano.
Każdy wojnę przeżyć chciał.
.
Medyk z Polski wiedział to samo,
cicho nucąc "Mama ciao"
i chociaż nas ostrzeliwano,
jak szalony drogą gnał.
.
Leciałem potem
ich samolotem
Mama ciao, mama ciao,
mama ciao, ciao, ciao...
Choć z kłopotem -
wrócę z powrotem,
a nie każdy szczęście miał!
.
Śmieją się starsi terytorialsi:
Oleg wstał, Oleg wstał,
Oleg wstał, wstał, wstał...
Roześmiany dzwoni do mamy -
Mama ciao, Mama ciao,
Mama ciao, ciao, ciao!


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 january 2023

Unwritten Affair

This was eerie
in blue seizures. Half-mother
was ready to defend.

The sun, spins the hot
ash overnight. The waste land
will never answer.

You wake and lose
the rare event of alchemy.
Gold turns to base metal.


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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 25 january 2023

Deutsche Opposition

Leopard, lampart, pantera
różne imona przybiera
w zależności od potrzeby
mataczenia, również żeby
przy wykrętach i kłopotach
móc łatwo odwrócić kota
w inną stronę wraz z ogonem,
gdy wszystko jest uzgodnione
i dowodzić już na nowo,
że to ogon kręci głową,
a sprzeciw wciąż nie zależy
od deklaracji Kanclerzy,
których postawa jest twarda,
jak pazury leoparda.


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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 24 january 2023

Informacyjna sieczka

Do sieczkarni szatkujacej ścięte drzewa,
ktoś paliwo wciąż dowozi i dolewa.
Już od świtu huczy, warczy gilotyna
i nie można do wieczora jej zatrzymać.
.
Budzą wszytkich, choć to bardzo wczesna pora,
a przestaną na jesieni - po wyborach.
Lecą wióry. Przekładają stale miazgę.
Przesiewając, zawsze znajdą jeszcze drzazgę.
.
Czy wytrzyma rozdrażniona to ulica?
Ta wycinka już nikogo nie zachwyca,
ale sprzeciw nie obchodzi wcale drwali.
Będą hurkot nieustannie powtarzali.
.
Zatrudnienie wciąż ta sama ma ekipa,
a sieczkarni żaden ząb jeszcze nie wypadł,
choć trafiała i na śruby i na sęki,
bo profity wyciszały jęk udręki.
.
Ciąły klekot to nie jest łabędzi śpiew.
Warkot, wycie, to nie wici ani zew!
Zwolenników ta metoda
już zniechęca i nie doda,
lecz medialnej propagandzie weszła w krew.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 january 2023

Sleep On Stones

Words of violence,
violence of words. From where
these letters come?

The duplicity of
message unfolds the snaky
chess play of destiny.

Dreams, they will fly
away like sparrowS in a
troupe of actors.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 january 2023

Strange Encounters

Will go sepia, if
you are black. No shipwreck was
visible after.

Let colosseum
break in, under the glass ceiling.
Come September.

The end dance begins.
There was no cracks in the
moon, lips waiting.


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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 22 january 2023

Z krainy Deszczowców

Przemieszczenia i dostawy -
wielka gra wojenna.
Tajemnic swych strzegą sztaby -
Obawa wzajemna.
Burze oraz gęste chmury
ukryły zamiary.
AWACS stracił widok z góry
przez antyradary.
.
Napastnicy nie liczyli
na swoją technikę.
Z wyprzedzeniem przekupili
Unii politykę.
Teraz wiedzą, słyszą, widzą
więcej niż by chcieli.
Dawnych metod się nie wstydzą.
Komu dać? - wiedzieli!
.
Money, money, money
kont Panamy
zacierają ślad.
Money, money, money -
Świat przegrany
nie doliczy strat!
Aha, aha,
Póki Orkiestra gra,
bój na wyniszczenie
jest w groszowej cenie
i bezkarnie trwa!


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 january 2023

Any Ambiguity?

Between us was
left a prelude. I open
the ruined book.

Why there was other
pain in eyes. Differentia?
Of unknown feel?

A creeper climbs,
your small window of psyche.
Jets ethereal spray.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 january 2023

Think Again

Is it sacrilege?
Half-men were becoming―
predators? Insects?

That transcends the
sounds of agitated earth.
You don't bend to kiss.

A perverted sense―
prevails. Listen to rustling
of darkened night.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 january 2023

Passage Of Pain

You had failed me―
god, when angst was burning
my fingers to write.

A poem. Mauve-blue
lips go into a seizure,
to fight the demons.

Delphinium's spur
trembles without any wind. An
angel has fallen.


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steve

steve, 18 january 2023

"Lonely For Too Long"

I'm sorry for what I said.. that turned your heart to stone...
But the love that drew me close to you.. is what I've never known,
I never meant to push you.. or turn your heart away...
I thought the strength I felt in you.. might help me find my way,
I don't know what I've done.. but the rain keeps pouring down...
As this broken heart cries out for love.. that's nowhere to be found,
I'm sorry for the friendship.. that I never got to hold...
Or the truth that's in my heart... I should have never told,
For the shoulder, I can't cry on.. for whatever I did wrong...
Forgive a broken man.. who's been lonely for too long.


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steve

steve, 18 january 2023

Never There

If you can't feel my love, above anything you've known...
After everything I've done and everything I've shown,
If you can't hear the words, that I speak to only you...
And know there from my heart, and every word is true,
If you can't see a time, that has peeled away the years...
Knowing time is running out, as are all my tears,
If you can't give to me, the only chance I need...
As you cut me with your words, and I just stand and bleed,
If you'd rather have the fantasies, that live inside your head...
Instead of flesh and blood, that can take your heart to bed,
If you let me walk away because you say that you don't care...
Then you're doing me a favor, because you were "never there".


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steve

steve, 18 january 2023

Out Of Words

I've run out of words to say to you... but don't want to say goodbye...
Or let go of the dreams I've held... believing we could fly,
But one believing is not enough.. for love must be two...
No matter how hard the truth is to face... I'll never wake up with you,
I've carried this torch for so long.. my world beginning to burn...
As flames blow up all around me.. my life I cannot discern,
It's as though I'm under a spell.. and can focus no farther than you...
And try as I might to break down your walls... I've yet to ever get threw,
I don't know how long I can hold on... I don't know if you'll ever see...
I think I should throw my dreams to the wind.. and hope it sets my heart free.


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steve

steve, 18 january 2023

Something That You Gave

When at last we are accustomed.. to shoulder what we load...
Life will put a curve.. on a straight and narrow road...
No matter what the obstacle.. that's placed in front of you...
You rise to the challenge.. and what you have to do,
It's a trait that I admire.. it shows how strong you are...
It makes me proud to know you.. and how you've come so far,
The strength you have within you.. that others clearly see...
Was something that you gave.. and made a better man of me,
It's a reason I was drawn to you... like the moth is to a flame...
It wasn't just your beauty.. this heart had longed to tame,
Your spirit is so complex ... with sides that you've kept stowed...
Or a stallion that runs free.. no man has ever rode,
I look up when I see you... what you gave to me is real...
Strength, love, and hope.. are the things you make me feel.


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