Best Artlonging Poems
Today gives me an ethernal hurting
of the raging night, my moon had crashed
on the wings of flamingoes
While saying farewell to crying winds of the
creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy
shores of silence, another watchman of sweets.
Impared longing till it starts burning
under the eyes, so I am the priest and I am the god
of wasteland incisible in drifting dust
Of voicelessness on the doors of schizophrenia
in order to stay dane amist the freedom of violence
of uncaught heydays of drag queens in transgender
Era of dragons and quivering flash of tempers
between breasts of hills in a green sky it would
be sleepless mystry of gullible hounds
SATISH VERMA
*************************************"L"*****************************************
The loyal lord longing lawlessly,
loyal to your lofty, lovely loins.
*************************************"R"*****************************************
Rapid reason reflects radiant,
rational regulation. Reality reaches
relevant rebellious regret.
Reaping radical random remarks
Jared Pickett.....:JP]06'
She said was surprised because she did not see
A ram making love to a honey bee
But I feel the jump and sting in me
Pleasure and pain two deliciousness, one memory.
The way it was when first we met by logwood tree
Jeremiah was a bullfrog not a ram
You were the honey and I the lamb
The golden blossoms rippled with a cluster of glee.
That was courtship, the honey on the sticky fly
And I was swatted with sweet desire
Before evenings walk could expire
The fingers laced along the shore, the cudly lie
Displaying restraint against private surge of loins
The longing the hibiscus throat to pry
Apart, lip from lip, and hear your cry
From the violin of hip. That was my wish spinning coins.
But we do keep the bee for the bee, for honey drink
And I had no sap enough to provide
Nor van for all the lugage without divide
You know the ram gets sacrifice in a shudderless wink
Don't flinch now, it is custom dear, courtship is a wear
Of tender needs wrapped in tender lies
I am too exhausted with fraternities
That make customs seem glorious that milk my tear.