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Namagyan Beach

A beach captivating deprived eyes, Fascination, grandiose haven in July, Keeping lovely mountains nearby, Of Pacific, quixotic, refulgent sunset/sunrise. Tarry! Unwind! Vast waves eXtrudes Yuletide-like Zephyr.
Written: Aug. 16, 2012 This is a beautiful beach in Tamurong, Candon, I.S. It is located near my place or compound just a walking distance from my house. Its name was officially given by the people living in that area who are mostly relatives. The word "namagyan" means "relatives." Many visitors are going to this place and enjoy the nature, their moments and most especially the whole day of Sabado De Gloria (Black Saturday) and ecumenical services are held on this beautiful beach on the dawn/sunrise of Easter Sunday! It's a very fantastic place to visit! Come and see!


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Ode to a smelly man

Sweeny Smith, and Dizzy May.

Lauren County grand motel
It’s a weird old place to be
I used to go there quite a lot
It really pleasured me
To know that nothing’s what it seems
It’s a scary kind of place
Where one meets the dregs of life
And none there have much grace.

There’s Sweeny smith, he’s big and strong
And he’s a scary guy
He really doesn’t like the world
And no one knows quite why
They Say his father dropped him when
He was a tiny lad
And now the man is not himself
Most people think he’s mad.

Now Sweeny, he is quite a man
But he hasn’t learned a lot
But most they can put up with him
Though one thing he is not
He’s not the cleanest of the men
Who live at that Motel
And though folk try to like the man
They hate old Sweeny’s smell.

One day the others got old Sweeny
And put him in a tub
They got a great big scrubbing brush
And gave him such a scrub
Now Sweeny did not like this much
And he caused such a stir
With people flying round the room
Such a frenzy did occur.

Then Dizzy May came on the scene
And Sweeny loved her so
He wanted her to stay with him
He would not let her go
Old Dizzy, She quite liked the man
But she didn’t like his smell
So she came up with a little plan
And she did Sweeny tell

‘Now look here Sweeny, here’s the deal
If you really love me so
Then you must take a bath each day
Or out the door you’ll go‘.
Now Sweeny didn’t like that much
But he loved old Dizzy may
And so he told her lovingly
‘I’ll take a bath each day‘.

And now the people look at Sweeny
With a different kind of air
Cause when he’s with his Dizzy May
You can smell them everywhere
But it is such a lovely smell
Of the sweetest kind of flowers
And now When Sweeny walks on past
There’s none that from him cower.

18 June 2013 @ 1635hrs.


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Snowbound Xanadu



Against barren cliffs, daylight enters , finding glistening horizons ,iridescent jewels keeping lovely minarets near Olympic peaks, quietly revealing snowbound turrets under velvet winds .. Xanadu, you'r Zion
Barbara Gorelick


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Grandma's Garden

 

Apples.. beetles.. caterpillars..
daisies everywhere.. 
fertile ground.. hollyhocks.. 
Ivy jumbled kegs..
leafy mint.. nematodes..
oregano..peas.. 
quiet rest sunsets.. tomatoes under vines.. 
wheelbarrows.. xanadu yearning zeal!


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Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.


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misTaken, a poem about crysTal meth

You may know who I am, but not 
what I can do. 
So let me extend some knowledge to 
you. 
I see you're new to the game, A 
Game I know very well. 
You won't even remember the day 
that you fell. 
I'll let you go places deep inside your 
mind, then I'll twist your perception 
of the things you might find. 
To places so dark , that only 
shadows can dwell. I'll let you stand 
on the threshold of the doorway to 
hell.  
With all of your sexual senses 
heightened, I'll let you do things of 
which before you were frightened. 
You'll bare the scars on your soul , 
that I leave my mark. 
On those who survive their time with 
me in the dark. 
From your life and your loves , you 
will be forsaken. 
For I am the DEVIL please don't be 
misTaken

JD Berryhill 2012


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Zetland

Above Barley, Clouds Dance Enchantingly. Flooding Glorious Hills In Jubilant Kaleidoscope. Lending Motion, Natural Opulence, Peacefully Quiet.  Ranges Slumber Tranquilly, Undisturbed. Vibrant Wheat Xylan Yellow.    Zetland.







World English Dictionary
xylan ('za?læn)  
—n
biochem a yellow polysaccharide consisting of xylose units:occurs in straw husks and other woody tissue
	
Zet•land
[zet-luh nd]  
noun
former name of Shetland Islands.


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Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential


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UNDER THE PARIS SPELL.

Paris city of love and romance
Take a stroll around its famous streets
Have coffee at a pavement café 
Cruise along the beguiling Seine
Allowing time to savour it all in

See wondrous sights of Parisian life
An eyeful of the Eiffel
A visit to Notre-Dame
What a shame not every where’s the same
Treat yourself and experience it all

A tourist’s dream
With cobbled winding streets
Charming houses, majestic churches
Enjoy the atmosphere
And fall under the Paris spell
As did Monsieur Eiffel


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Snows Glorious Realm

A Blizzard can drive even flurries graciousness hard intensifying journeys kingdoms laboring missions neighborhoods overridden pure quests reveal storms terrorizing unknowing victims with xenobiotic yielding zoothapsis.



Snow can be so beautiful and serene.
Though wet and bitterly chilling.
Unifying the countryside in brilliancy,
Victimizing the ground in slumber,
It must truly be experienced to appreciate its wonders.


ps I wrote one of both type : ABC




written by
Cecil Hickman



written for
Sponsor yasmin khan 
Contest Name SNOW ABC  


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SALERNO

I was looking down at the waves bicycling along Salerno. A sea-breeze is the air from the seafront to the mountain in every corner of the city. Passing people enjoy the stroll being born in a city to be rich.


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River Moons

THE DOUBLE moon, one on the high back drop of the west, one on the curve of the river face,
The sky moon of fire and the river moon of water, I am taking these home in a basket, hung on an elbow, such a teeny weeny elbow, in my head.
I saw them last night, a cradle moon, two horns of a moon, such an early hopeful moon, such a child’s moon for all young hearts to make a picture of.
The river—I remember this like a picture—the river was the upper twist of a written question mark.
I know now it takes many many years to write a river, a twist of water asking a question.
And white stars moved when the moon moved, and one red star kept burning, and the Big Dipper was almost overhead.
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Your Restaurant Gave Me Diarrhea

I ate dinner last night and felt fine 
It was leftovers at 9 
The next day I decided to go out to eat 
I get a rumble in my stomach and begin to feel the heat 
What did i do wrong, ate out tonight 
Now I feel like a crazy bird in flight 
I feel the pressure as I am stuck in a traffic jam in my Kia 
Now I know your restaurant gave me diarrhea 
I make it to the toilet, I sit in the stall 
Plenty available at the Southern Hills Mall 
Too much salt, piss and vinegar 
I begin to feel dizzy, my sight begins to blur 
I am not in the jungle and I am not Sheena 
But facts are facts, your restaurant gave me diarrhea 
My business is finished, I wipe and leave 
I have a runny nose and blow it on my sleeve 
As I depart the john I leave behind a green smog 
The overall experience was too much for the toilet, it clogged 
Good thing there is employees at six dollars an hour 
I get home and take a shower 
Too busy to talk, so I will see ya 
Won't be another customer there, that restaurant gave me diarrhea  
Click  


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Read All About It

READ ALL ABOUT IT


Stories all of 100
years old
Bribery And
Blackmail
They have to be
retold

Definitions of words
have surely changed
as Kilts And Reefers
are now explained.

Two Kinds Of Success
stories
That Work Both Ways
Stealing From Cities
and the Faithful
Toby way

No Poison In The
Wallpaper
is History Rewritten
With A Humble Helper
and Powerful
Competition

Like a Scene In A
Play
The Counterpane Got
Smutty
He Raised The Bid
today
was a story so funny

Striking A Light was
crazy amazing
but Obeying The
Order became
disgracing

Drunk Pennies
Justice
is a true story
indeed
Like A Woodpecker’s
Justice
and Another Pair Of
Sleeves

Wakening In The
Forest
while Lost In The
Fog
and a Costly
Breakfast
for you and your dog

We learn of
Unreasonable Anger
and How Best To
Prepare
The story of Tree
Planters
and Village Gossip
between pairs

Stories of over a
hundred years
Let us watch them
all right here
With many bringing
you to tears
Taking you back
through the years



By:
Doris Anne Beaulieu
At:
https://www.youtube.com/user/Viewwithme2






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Ode To Everything We Take For Granted

We all know what living is
We all had our lives given to us.
On a silver platter, a road for life mapped out for us,
but we aren't always serious
about the people near and dear to us,
because we're usually delirious about the life we take for granted.

When we have roofs over our heads
and sheets on our bed 
then how come on the streets people
are frozen with defeat and have to compete for some food.

How can we watch people's lives fall when they stand against a wall with a sign?
No use at all, praying to god as their pride crumbles.

We watch them stumble with their heads down low and nowhere to go and I think,
Where is the kindness planted?
Why do we take our lives for granted?

How could we stoop so low while we live in houses they have nowhere to go
- couldn't we lend them something...
Oh no, one person could make a difference if they spoke out loud
show their faces to the crowd.
A difference could be made
all of us could be of aid.

So dear reader I hope you see
the message that coming from me
and as I've gone on and almost ranted
Why do we take our lives for granted?!


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The Journey

Sit beside me.
We will travel far away.
Driver...our fantasy.
Destination...the dream.
Luggage...our souls.
There are not limits for the dreams
Don't wake me up baby

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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ALPINE SCENERY

Across the Swiss and Austrian Alps
brutal gusts steadly blow,
calling for heavy snowflakes
dancing as lost butterflies...
falling as summer's lonely stars.
Ginger bread smells good,
honey in tea is superb;
I inhale the steamy swirls that
jackrabbits love to smell.
Kaffe Klatsch is strong
lurching through their nostrils,
making them too hyper.
Northern Italy's wooden shacks
over the wide, frigid vallies...
point to a warmer South
quiet only at evening or night.
Roam as deer on snowy slopes,
stunning is the alpine scenery:
trees as tall as redwoods
ululate louder than hungry wolves...
vulnerable to snowdrifts' attacks. 
Watch the skiers having fun,
xelophones making music,
yummy polenta being eaten...
zealous alpinists singing.


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Lover Her or Leave Her!

America
Princess of providence
Daughter of Divine
Wrought in fury
Wrest from rift
Framed for freedom

Paradise of prospectors:
pioneers and patriots, 
profiteers and pimps

O spring of freedom,
may you never run dry
O river of prosperity,
may your tide never ebb 

You, who seek her,
see her as you ought;
a mirror of virtue and truth, 
no whore to waltz

Enter her gates, 
you, who yearn for freedom,
her bosom awaits your embrace

Drink from her fountain,
wayfarers are welcome,
sojourners are safe

For the freedom she offers,
fidelity she requires
So love her or leave her


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Knife and Lust

Walking these streets of manhattan so aimlessly 
All alone in the dark only lights by the city shops 
I'm scared alone feeling out of love now lost the knife was rough 
You stabbed me in the back all I can do is Cry on my knees veins hot as fire 
With mixed emotions running through 
It's Like this dagger killing me more inside all this love and all this hate burns me away 
Deep inside passion urning for another lusting after another 
As if I were a lion in a jungle taking that prey and burning up with tense desire 
It's like a knife with loves wounds after the lust 
This is very hard for me in a world you left me bleeding alone 
Never picked me up left my heart to die out 
With my tears hitting the city pavement times like this just burns me away 
Love can go off like a loaded gun a love  vanishes just like a knife with lust 
-- by Brian OToole jr. 
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Gold Rush

Able bodies come..
dig .. excavate.. find gold..
how I jumped..keep looking..
mercy.. Nothing!.. 
ore... picks..quick rising 
settlements.. tents.. Unbelievable..
Vigilantes.. Worries... xenophobic.. 
yelling zestfully..
 


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DEFENDING SOLDIERS OF THE TENDEREST AGE

Throughout the world's history,
we read compelling stories
of the defending soldiers of the tenderest age;
and we can be moved to tears
by the purity of their courage:
they died on the battlefield,
never breaking their promise
or fall short of integrity... 


Defending soldiers of the tenderest age as handsome
as the daffodils of the undulating fields,
nothing scares you when it comes
to protecting your motherland with that freedom: 
as intrepid as the eagles in the open skies...
Defending soldiers as true as warriors,
you push forward with the victorious thought
of becoming nothing more 
than the boldest soldiers:
seeing the smokey sky blast;
rescuing the wounded and closing the eyes
of the fallen ones bleeding on the burned grass...


If I were younger, and I had the same resistance,
I would fight with the indomitable spirit you own;
but my contribution is merely sympathetic words on paper,
which one of you will read on your return
to the homeland when all wait on you united in fond prayer:
with ribbons on trees and flags in their hands....   


Defending soldiers of the tenderest age,
all past heroes had one special trait:
the persistance and will to prevail,
and the final victory on their breath;
when everything else seemed to fail,
an indisputable faith prevented another threat...


Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci


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Langoliers

When yesterdays are better days
I wish to wander different ways
To get back to my once before
And get back what I once ignored
Stale food and empty spaces
Until I am in present places
Get me back upon my plane
Through the tear I can’t explain
It came for those of us who slept
And crept up on the ones who wept
Chasing down the one who killed
The blind ambition that sent us chills
After we could eat again
Past reality just set in
They began to eat our present stage
Not seeing us through passing rage
The sky was gone within a second
No hand was offered us to lend
They ate the ground, the plants and trees
Crunching harshly with mindless ease
Start the plane and fly away
One won’t make it out of yesterday.


Based on the movie “The Langoliers”


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Immigrants

                            Alienation,
                                               Boredom
                                                               Causes
                                                                              Destruction!
Exclusion of immigrants from society makes their souls fall into insanity!


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Prison Song/Love Prison

Hands and feet shackled
You are traped and can't get out
Doing time away from me and our son 

Love, god,and our son is making you strong
You are in place you don't want to be
I miss you like crazy 

The life we was going to have we will have in time
You are sick of that place 
You have to keep a low profile
How can we deal with this 

I'm not going to cry because I can't anymore 
I am going to be strong for you and our son
I feel like my hands and feet are shackled too but not in that way

I am in love with you and in the love prison
Think about a special place and me 
We can be in the love prison together

We will be together in time in the love prison
I can't wait til you get out of the other prison
I still love you 
I have your back til the day I die
I am not going to leave you
I am never going to leave  this love prison that we are in
Prison Song/Love Prison

Vanessa Brown-Woodberry

For my Husband Antwan Woodberry I love you Baby




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Spectrum Delight

Against Blazing Countryside Delicate Eternal Flora Grows Having Intense Jurisdiction, Keeping Limitless Motion Now On Prairie, Quiet Rolling Skies, Take Undeniable victory, With Xanthous Yielding Zone.


revised
written for
Sponsor john freeman 
Contest Name Nature’s Bounty  


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The Erie Lackawanna

The Erie Lackawanna.
Was a friendly mamma! 
The friendly service route.
Ran across the Southern Tier of New York.
Then across the Susquehanna.
Choo Choo went the train.
Down along the lower part of the state.
The great flood of 72...
Caused a bankrupt attitude, to date.
Now the tracks, they lay at rest.
Silencing all..by whos rails they quest..

Railroad Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2009,2014..
All rights reserved..


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Been through hell

The long lonely nights, the endless mundane days
           This all feels like hell
The rules and regulations, mean and cruel ways
           I know this torture well
I put myself here, I have heard it all before
          For you my soul I’d sell
I am tired of crying, my eyes are sore
           No more secrets to tell
I miss my family and all of my close friends
            From this hellhole I will bail
I am tired of being lonely, no shoulder to lend
             I am tired of this smelly cell
Now I know that I’ve been through hell


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E aster

it's  a  little  holiday.the  children love it.it's a time you  sit  with your  family and  
friends and  have  some  fun.some  people  stay  home and  others  go  out.you  
can  paint  hard  boiled  eggs  and  have  so  much  fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!








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MYSPACE.

Bad Myspace.
M - mind controlling
Y - young teens raped
S - sell your soul.
P - peole can see you myspace
A - addiction
C - controlls!
E - energy waister

Good Myspce.
M - my friends are there
Y - youngster love it
S - stops boredom
A - acctually can be fun
C - chatting
E - empty head, gets filled up.


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The Court Street Philosopher (

One day when I was working in a furniture store
What do you know, he comes walking through the door
He starts off by saying hookers are a dime a dozen
He says he knows because he has a hot cousin
Now listen to his conversation,  he talks like a kidergardener
Well we will just call him the Court Street Philosopher
He starts back up- You know chewing gum won't come off the bottom of your 
shoes
That's why I buy mine at the Goodwill, never brand new
The sun is damaging, so I stay inside, that's why I am so pale
Hay is cheaper when you buy it by the bale
Where is he going with this talk, he makes no sense, it's coming from nowhere
There is nothing you can do when you start losing your hair
He keeps on with his continuos blabber
A young lady walks in, he whispers to me I could have had her
He tells me about how many men she has slept with, now he's a gossiper
But still he remains the Court Street Philosopher
Hair looks better when it is tapered
He pulls out a hankee and blows his nose, it's cheaper to carry one of these than 
waste all that paper
The hankee was stiff and crusty
He looks around and says if you sweep each day, this place wouldn't be so dusty
I tell him to put away his hankee before one of the stiff pieces cuts you
He looks at me and says this conversation is going nowhere, we're through
But now I am graced by his presence even more, I made the mistake of marrying 
his daughter
Now he is family and a close Court Street Philosopher


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Dickson Street

And I was there


My Dickson Street ,now
is so urban, sad, bare
I miss my Nasty Dickson Street
where I roamed without a care

We hoped, knew not to hurt another
we were all hurt, in a way
Spencer, he drank coffee, drew my feet
He gave me love and a different way

I miss those times
almost jealous 
when I see 
My own child
with the same thoughts
of being me


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Natures Display

Always beautiful creations delivered.
Each form generated.
Has idealistic journey.
Kaleidoscopic,
Living movements,
Natures own power,
Quaint resolute serenity,
Transferring ubiquity valiantly,
Wafting xenia,
Yearlong zealousness


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Our old barn

Our barn sits 
so quiet and empty 
yet as I stand inside listening
it starts to talk softly
whispering of yesterday

telling me of past times
how proudly it stood as it was made
so tall and grande

it speaks to me of the many people 
it has held sheltered 
throughout the years
of smiles and laughter
on the floor all the tears
that have fallen

o how many people inside
some losing themselves
others finding themselves
hearts beating
souls yearning
friends gathering
in this old barn


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ABCharacter

Always
Being a
Caring,
Dutiful,
Elegant,
Friendly
Genuine
Human.


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ELECTORAL VOTE

Well look at all the new ones looking for a dance
they're hiding on the network looking for romance
  Half of them have boy friends, some of them have wives
  all of them complaining about their lonely lives
Now don't misunderstand me, I've often fell in line
but I get tired of dancing and playing all the time
  
  I'm so tired to prove that I am not a jerk
  while all the time inside of me, there's a monster on the lurk
I think that's true in all of us but we try to hide it all
the doctors have a medicine for all the things it's called
  We simply must be perfect, we never are to blame
  I think it's just the world we're in where little stays the same.

If you should point your finger, is it reflection that you see
maybe what your looking at is just as bad as me
  I say don't even trip it, were all just struggling to survive
  we all just do the best we can to help us stay alive
can someone give me real and stimulate my mind
I'm tired of circle jerking to the same old bump and grind


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Lost In Sorrow

Lost In Sorrow
Drowing in black blood
searching for something 
but can not find

Lost In Sorrow
Drowing in black blood 
touching burning acid
burning thru skin and born

Lost In Sorrow


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SONG ABOVE THE SORROW

I missed the heartbeats for a vessel of stars, 
while death was always near, 
circling the house.

The network of sorrow, 
beams to world.
Can symmetry of pain 
provide a plank for the sinking mind?
I cannot hold the curling smoke of a tainted fact. 
The fear, the anxiety, 
empowers the animal look.

An uncovered seed sprouting into 
tiny root on my hand
starts a conspiracy. 
People talk about the meditation,
and senile body shrinks. 
There is a song above the sorrow and
freedom from the assassination of ideologies. 
Hold my arm !



SATISH VERMA


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SALT LAKE

In my domain I am the child again
lost in labyrinth of stairways
unable to find my home.

A swarm of bees descends
gives anaphylactic shock
I am dead in my arms.

You carry a dead gorilla
on the makeshift scaffold,
somewhere a female was beating her chest.

Blood on the face of moon
my sobs will not stop
flowing in muddy streaks in pits of tattoos.

Eggs of blue bird were waiting
for the mother to come,
kids were on doormats.

It was always the salt lake.
No body was going to drown
wolves, sharks and men!



SATISH VERMA


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My UFU

mAJOR tOM
I"M CRACKIN UP
i'm
driven thru ARIZONA
with BABIES
a little on the run
tryin to get away
on 25 dollars
i been awake too long
Cain't even get a song
Gettin this high pitched SOUND
the radio quit me
some miles ago
lights
God I'm scared
I'm gonna get taken
which, at this point, would not be so bad
But, my 
babies
So
I just pull over
He said I was driven over
75 miles an hour
I didn't get a ticket
It was a letdown


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ETERNAL CUDDLE

To become or not to become a renegade,
or to die or not to die for a semi-god ?
These were some of the questions
thrown at an incomplete script.

What elevated you to a celebrity ?
Your hump or deep wrinkled groans ?
Age is abating, abattoir is empty.
Exile from the past is over.
When you intend to comeback to childhood
and become a simple star ?

Behind the mask lies the embrace of death
I am afraid the flames will engulf,
the genius of pathways.
Everything into turn with obsolete gossip.
A patch of sunlight becomes a costly exposure
Bones are entwined in eternal cuddle.
  

SATISH VERMA


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SIGNATURES

Planet earth,
they have stopped moving with me like clouds,
like trees.
Sap frozen, inertia overtaking
tongues clipped
mouth after mouth black shut.
Toads are croaking.

Incence of hate wafting
from scrolling suicides.
The terrorist is on move
from valley to valley
shrine to shrine
river to river.
Bulls in veils bellowing in dark.

Self-seeking or sensing the history ?
Intentness of kill or empathy of pain ?
Who were the masters hiding behind hills ?
Let me choose my scratchings from unknown pen.
My paper should remain unwritten,
nobody will draw the line
nobody will put the signatures.


SATISH VERMA


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KILL

Some truth disempowers you. You wanted
to be yourself as if not to become extinct.
A negative stress
starts churning your entrails.

Zero inertia. Your body begins
rummaging the soul for a prayer
which can arouse your thoughts.

All drunk now. Flashback events.
Hallucinations.
The virtue of tongue lets go the integrity.
Bewildered, spirited flesh ultimately cracks.

The violence tumbles out. My heart
squeezes melancholy.
Soon there will be a crowd
to seek a philosophical kill.


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TRANSITIONAL EDGE

Pathways have no boundaries,
thinker was without a thought.
Hostile mind refuses to believe
truth was missing from life.
From depth to depth measurement had failed.
God does not know his creation now.

Foolish flesh now burns in thudding bangs
of dry butter. I want you to touch the 
opaque eyes of eternity. In captivity of
sighs and groans. You ought to understand
who was original. There had been free
invitation to become unfaithful.
There were masks, gene shifts and longevity.

This evening a drama will be enacted in sky
by unburnt bras and a black hole. There will 
be thrill. It was easy to bury the skulls among
floating names. The wreath will be placed
on the transitional edge of sweetness.
Which never was.


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Mr. Rogers In Da Hood

Once you enter his world there's no going back 
It has been reported Mr. Trolley is off the tracks 
A zip of the sweater and a flip of the shoe 
BB King will stop by and sing some blues 
His friends visit him and tell him he's got it so good 
The news is out Mr. Rogers is in da hood 
The doorbell rings, who is the mystery guest? 
Paris and Nicole, this is going to be a mess 
He asks Nicole; Whose the Daddy 
She answers in a voice very sadly 
It could a number of useless men 
I can't answer the five questions, who, why, what, where or when 
Too much pressure on the girls, so they go back to Hollywood 
You cannot outsmart Mr. Roogers, he owns da hood 
Barney Fife stops by for a spell 
A bully has threatened him, he looks pale 
Mr. Rogers grabs a bat and says bullies just aren't no good 
You are safe as long as I am in da hood 
Now everyone can sleep in peace 
You have Andy, Barney and Mr. Rogers, the dream police 
The three track down a criminal in Kryler Woods 
There's a new sheriff in town, Mr. Rogers is in da hood


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LUNAR TOUCH

The space covers me now. 
Words stayed too long
beyond the thoughts of I 
and my landscape.
A burst of silence soaks me. 
What was history,
a voyage to rough awakening? 
Absence of a voice makes me suffer again.

My religion burns. 
Life is a dark smoke
I will write a message on your palm. 
Give me a breather, 
the distances make me sad. 
Black dust drifts through 
the slits of our predictions. 
At least I know what I am.

On a sunny day 
I break a mirror.
My fingers slide like scissors, 
open the envelope. 
I know it has a sermon, 
I don’t want to read. 
The depression has a lunar touch. 
I break a flower into hundred petals.


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America stands tall

America stands tall she will never fall.She wll never except defeat she cant be 
beat.
She has been brought to her knees. But she got up twice as tall and made her 
enemys crawl.
She has shone you the cowards  they are she has done this by far.
America is mother freedom she is the home of the red,white and blue she will 
always protect you.
Mother fredom raised her childre to be strong and brave and to always pray.