I am fairly certain that I
couldn't write a Love Guide?
I could try – after years of developing
a connoisseur-like wandering eye --
but, after all has been said
and dones (need the plural), about
my many non-wins, and, not so many,
in fact, few occasional-wons~ ahead of time,
outcomes, whether day or night,
I've never been right!
But, I can say, it is definitely not
about degrees of intelligence...or, in my case,
lack of degrees. As for feelings, losers are just
as passionate – my firsthand accounts
more, I think, love can be likened to a
horse-race: if one doesn't break a leg
or foul before the finish-line, even
last place is deserving of a trophy –
for just having been brave enough
to compete~ on blessed occasion,
finishing affectionately
with 4 feet.
Categories:
dones, feelings, humorous, inspirational love,
Form: Free verse
I thought of having it there,
not just sooner but later they speak as me being here.
Years ahead shall be when am there,
history made it clear I made all wheres.
As they began to say more of what I share,
the told listened and ask how was that made of.
Applauded loud was all,
well done were all said to my dones.
Not carefully were all made of.
God made all, be and it was, and it's done
My name wasn't a shame
but to the fame, I asked why.
they Learned about just as it's done,
am just there thanking Him for what He has done for me.
Categories:
dones, allah, appreciation, career, how
Form: ABC
Marble myths decline
effervescent never dones
promised etudes
Categories:
dones, age, character, environment, fantasy,
Form: Haiku
No stitches will work.
You have to navigate-
in mendacities.
You have to navigate-
in mendacities to find
the truth, the truth.
A papyrus write may
know the future, the destiny,
the future, the destiny.
You always run to piss
at the tree, to draw
the borders. The animal.
The animal within you, becomes
salmonella, dones a cap,
enters the dome.
Enters the dome.
Satish Verma
Categories:
dones, art,
Form: ABC
Masks have different
kind.
To know their motive,
no one can find.
Carefulness,prudent,knowledge
and wisdom
are require in any
kingdom.
Stoles put on
Creator's mask.
Present prophet
Elijah,who preach
to gain
power,praise,money
and bask.
They live different
from their speech.
Demons come under
smiling mask
to accomplish their
wicked task;
destruction,distraction,contortion,
too difficult to know
that they're
convolution.
So also dirty lover.
Who was considered
as one's apple.
They caress,hug,kiss
and hover.
But only incubus and
succubus people.
Which masks are
employees putting.
Are they working or
waiting?
Inernia,lethargy,forty
winks and lazybones,
are these not their
dones?
The books and pens
feel lexicographers .
Putting on masks of
burning midnight
candles.
Destined for
doctors,actors,lawyer,bankers
and geographers.
But at last,merit to
have f-9 in bundles.
Which mask are you
wearing,
or do your face often
appear as made?
Ability,nature,feeling
and worrying,
how do you show
these grade'?
Categories:
dones, evil
Form: Light Verse
Fui la ovejita negra
desde chiquita, eso me dijeron.
Todo comenzó cuando mis sueños
murieron.
Muchas veces por las noches
despertaba llorando, sufrí en
silencio y seguí callando.
Mi carita sucia para todos la que
la vieron guardaba secretos que
jamás se descubrieron.
Fui creciendo y mis complejos
también crecían y de tanto sufrir
quise hasta quitarme la vida pero
Dios todo poderoso no dejo que me sucediera.
Me enamore de la soledad, hasta
esclava de ella me hice; por conocer
tanta maldad a nadie se lo dije.
Dios me acompaño todos mis días y me
libro del mal que desde pequeña vivía,
él no abandona aquel que es devoto y
cura las heridas del corazón que esta roto.
Hay quien dice; ¿Con tantos dones porque
tanta desquicia? Esa pregunta solo la hace
aquel que por suerte nunca anduvo en mis
zapatos ni quiso entender jamás lo que hoy
en poesía relato.
Categories:
dones, life, me, nostalgia, sorrow,
Form: Bio
I know I don't express my love all the time.
But If you only knew;
what your love dones for my heart,
each and every morning.
Then could you finally feel how
your love puts my passion to work everyday.
For I'm inslaved by the very heart,
I life for.
Categories:
dones, devotion, inspirational, love, love,
Form: Light Verse
There once was a girl
Who lived in sorrow
Rushing through today
Only to be disappointed tomorrow
Where did the rest go
Where did fantasy start
Mimicking reality
The crued realization
That she anticipated
The story of her
NEVER EVER AFTER
I am the Queen of misery
In love with
THE KING OF PAIN
The master of torture
Dones the submissive.
Categories:
dones, sad
Form: Free verse
Late fall, trees half dressed sway over glittering cast offs
The reach for charcoal and white waiting canvas
Pauses in now familiar hesitation
The moment shimmers alive
To dissipate in pink contrails
Of yet another unfulfilled sunset
Another thought train clatters into distance
Whence came this single tear
To well in unseeing eyes
Fingers hunt and peck in vain
to capture such a moment
Categories:
dones, introspection
Form: Free verse