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Premium Member A Change In Weather

Today was no different from any other,
    Yet for some reason I felt sad and depressed.
It began just fine and seemed pretty normal,
    When all of a sudden, a dark cloud overcame me and I was stressed.

So I immediately looked to how this storm developed,
    Bringing all this anxiety and worry in its crest.
And while I've never claimed to be a weatherman,
    I can see high and low pressure systems, with the best.

My review and analysis then began to show me,
    Where the fair weather was about to rapidly change.
It was initially far off and in the distance,
    To the point that I didn't feel it was all that strange.

This is where my ignorance would fail to recognize,
    Just how fast the environment can morph and surprise.
So now I'm filling bucketfuls that overflowed retention,
    While stopping a flood of tears, so I can depressurize.

Thank You Poem Dedicated To Susan

She was there for me when i needed her
Quietly moving into my home
Went into  hospital as an emergency
Leaving my dog alone.

She had the  builders to contend with
Meaning bucketfuls of tea to make
Jiggling times of her own work
Thank you's she wouldnt take

Saying thats  what friends are for,
You would do it for me.
Susan stayed for 4 months
A big show of friendship, you must agree.

How do I say Thank You
To someone who has a big heart
Who just took over my home
How on earth do I start.

The usual  flowers and chocolates
Though nice, wouldn't cause a stir
Then I thought I will write a poem
Dedicated to her

So here we are Susan
This poem is for you
Thank  you for being there for me
Tilly says "Thank you" too.

Ode To Loneliness

that has been, was so raven
that you were hugging vanity
for the deportation of death
as a living;

fake predicates of a genius
like words falling as bucketfuls
of lies,

back to back coffer dams
collapsing, submerging

seers’ sarcophagi,

and the annual rings were becoming
deeper, mossed in misery,
his book of moon blackened,

goodbye, the dark unsinkable,
I am going to be reborn
in the abyss of my own sorrow


SATISH VERMA


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