PSYCHEDELIC
There was a decade, it was the 60’s I’m sure
When everyday things were just a little bit off
As if there were rumblings in the earth’s core
And when scripted lines gave way to improv
There were plans afoot, some quite nefarious
A Hippy time, with weedy substances to share
And was the dawning of the Age of Aquarius
Minds set free and wearing flowers in the hair
Rainbow colours swirled to the sound of sitars
Free love, at least it may have been for some
And a coming of age of good electric guitars
Whilst others just sat crosslegged acting dumb
Psychedelia was a mind state and the fashion
Radical changes working through the system
And all things anti-establishment, the passion
Rules got lost and older people missed them
The time when all free expression took a lift
We may look back at it with little veneration
Not only tectonic plates that began to shift
We still hear echoes of that Beat generation
Categories:
crosslegged, butterfly, crazy, hair,
Form: Rhyme
Last time he checked the Gate remained locked. Verdant shadows reflect soft running steams falling into still pools. Rushing to hushed sounds abated in calm. Evergreen foliage radiant, vibrant, waiting.
Forlorn crosslegged perch resumed atop faded grass just outside, four steps distant, an already rusting landscape. No travelers left, yellowed path away, parched for nourishing spirit dew, solemnly abides.
Yearning soul, half scarred, half charred, singular nature revealed abruptly, scuttled unwittingly. Eternal truth circumcised nascent pair, to their despair. Vagrants now, celestial estate forfeit for .... one pomegranate?
endless fallen trail
darkness rails against light
man walked from
Eden
Categories:
crosslegged, father, lost love, word
Form: Haibun
Her eyes were like sparkling emeralds
Her smile could ignite flints into a fire
Her touch sent him wild with longings
His need for her a constant thrumming
When they were together all was fargat
Teasing and cheerings their daily ordeal
Yet he called her siz and she with a wink
Responde yes dear bro I miss you so so
They were stuck in a neat loving stack
The cards fate had dealt them inextricable
Those in the know with raised eyes then
Said in conspiratal tone.. the two are lovers
But in truth it's a friend zone they are in
Eternally testing the limits of their affection
Ideally choosing not to break their love
Choosing to sit crosslegged on a fence
Charm and love daily accusing the two..
Categories:
crosslegged, cute love, emo, fantasy,
Form: Blank verse
dark matters are floating
like bowls made of leaves
spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving
like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates
from rails, nothing will move now except
the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas
sitting in scorching sun, unshaven, crosslegged
waiting for realization to come, not to
them but tormentors, a milky way in ever
night, the dry wind slaps on the faces
to remind them not to sleep, the shade
of the Cacti and Acacia seldom stubborn
to give you the shadow of the blades, the
sun ultimately compresses you in the
waist- high grass of death trap.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
crosslegged, art,
Form: ABC
dark matters are floating
like bowls made of leaves
spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving
like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates
from rails, nothing will move now except
the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas
sitting in scorching sun, unshaven, crosslegged
waiting for realization to come, not to
them but tormentors, a milky way in ever
night, the dry wind slaps on the faces
to remind them not to sleep, the shade
of the Cacti and Acacia seldom stubborn
to give you the shadow of the blades, the
sun ultimately compresses you in the
waist- high grass of death trap.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
crosslegged, art
Form: I do not know?
Why did not you
cross the black river
and remained innocent ?
Unhealed, failed inside, broken and honest ?
You won the race,
the space, the heaven.
Moving away to the farthest blackness.
Your god sits crosslegged, clotting.
Brown hands on white shoulders, boneless
move in circle. Deportation
of words opens the green wounds.
Birds carry the snow on the wings.
I was confused, wanted to love
my broken vowels, for absolute you and me.
The baby face pops up again
in my perfection, speechless.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
crosslegged, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: ABC
Sitting crosslegged
on golden sands
feeling a jasmine
scented breeze
in our hair
as we ate ice cold papya
with wooden forks..
Categories:
crosslegged, happiness
Form: Narrative
Why did not you
cross the black river
and remained innocent ?
Unhealed, failed inside, broken and honest ?
You won the race,
the space, the heaven.
Moving away to the farthest blackness.
Your god sits crosslegged, clotting.
Brown hands on white shoulders, boneless
move in circle. Deportation
of words opens the green wounds.
Birds carry the snow on the wings.
I was confused, wanted to love
my broken vowels, for absolute you and me.
The baby face pops up again
in my perfection, speechless.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
crosslegged, life, love, peace, philosophy,
Form: ABC
Crosslegged meditation
still water contemplation
reflective pool of visions full
harks infinity sparkled jewels
Soaring mind in glory find
another space another kind
comet dusted clouded tails
fireball encrusted hail
Searing the sky within' my eye
as flaming missles from on high
touching down the ground below
wake up call from Galileo
Heavy yoked the masses slumber
full of jokes,but devoid of laughter
unbeknowst to universal calling
in their dread the dead be falling
But in their wake,their light returns
as starlight shake vibration burns
return in trust a heavenly must
to dance eternal celestial Just.....
Categories:
crosslegged, allegory, nature, space,
Form: Free verse
She waits crosslegged
in the smokey dawn
his scent is in her hair
leather cords with feathers fly
in the gentle breeze
where she waits just outside the
last teepee.
She can't remember when he left
he didn't say goodbye
just walked the appaloosa
slowly down the dry creek bed.
He did not look back..
.....
ssssssss the snake
is in the grass
she smiles at him and lets him pass
wolves are howling on their hill
she's howling back,
they bring a kill
and lay it bleeding at her feet,
She drinks the land and is complete
one with spirits now and then
she knows he won't be back again
Deep peace is made with God and man
and every member of her clan.
The drifting starts within her eyes
a whining wind,the windy sighs ,
her feathered fingers
flail and find,
the fabric of her soul and mind.
On pinions boundless as the sky
she spreads her wings and learns to fly.
Categories:
crosslegged, inspirational, native american, uplifting,
Form: Couplet