Grievers Poems

Masks

People wear masks for many different reasons
like trying to be frightening on Halloween-
They used to wear masks during train robberies
we were ordered to wear them during covid-19.

Some wear one for protection while working a job
welders and firemen and your antifa mobs
they used to where masks while burning crosses.

A black mask is required for the grim reaper
and the status quo for funeral pyre grievers-

Knights wore them while protecting the honor of queens
others wear masks to cloak their chronic unhappy-

Jim carry wore a green mask and made us all laugh
a young man donned one during a suicide attack.

Summing up America's Election in Four Pithy Lines

     Trump won, Harris lost
       Gobs of money, the election cost

     Polls wrong again, predictions tossed
       Revelers and grievers, both get sauced

The Silent Widow

Here sits the widow silent and pale, from the heart of darkness her sorrows hail. Mournful eyes, shattered thoughts, bloodless veins and soundless calls. 

With her broken heart her mind would plea, her eyes are open but unable to see. A saddened look, and a tired heart, an endless journey that tore her apart.

Entrapped within, avoid of time, where the moaners sing, and misery rhymes. In the kingdom of grief, the widow resides, where the temples are haunted, and pain abides.

In the halls of hope the grievers meet, in search of comfort and a blissful seat. In total humility their hearts would pray, for peace of mind and a happier day.

Saleh Ben Saleh

Frolicking Flirty Elusive Entities

elusive ethereal energy evades each extra entity

frivolously frolicking, fearlessly, forever flirty 

gratefully gleaning gentle grievers’ gratitude

happy heavenly hopper hastens home 

impulsive imaginings, intriguing, interested idealists

Deep Wounds Do Bleed In Vain

Deep Wounds Do Bleed in Vain 

 
Even the Greatest of the heroes, humble and handsome today, morrow
Must Inevitably make themselves immobile static carcasses,
Their Doom must shall stab their mates into Deep woes,
Their vail of Agony stays mulish in 'em as the dark patch of sorrow
Grievers gotta grieve in futility, deep in that dark shadowy billow
The Unwise do so, for it's futile to make the Reapers-foes
The sagacious truly know of the Essence of Life; Soul's
The All-permeating immortal of the body, for its presence, isn't shallow

The Unwise too are the ones to fall for their instincts,
With visions of being bein and the only ones to lead,
It's true that some indeed become weeds
For the real humans not always can stand in their stead,
With fallin', Hope falls too; But in this
Capricious game of Chess, The once failed twice succeed

Sonnet Life

Thy death will show the world how you lived, 
Thy life story will reveal thy successes and failures; 
The efforts you made will speak what you achieved, 
And all will go down in history as your deliverers.
The number of grievers who attend will show
How popular you were and what they remember; 
Dust will settle down soon and stealth will all know, 
Your goodness to others will only be cinders. 
Don't endure rigidity in your affairs and dealings
This will not help you while you are blooming; 
Nor will it have a positive impact on your leaving
These little things if you abide will be enduring.
You still have the time to mend your ways, 
Too late is not that late to begin the stakes.

Princess Diana

I remember when I heard -
The awful total shock.
It's those iconic moments
That your mind can never block.

The news clips of the wedding
And her royal obligations;
The flowers at the palace
And the grievers of all nations.

The funeral, reminding me
Of that of JFK,
Both with children, young and fragile,
Crushed beneath the public sway.

Now it's 20 years behind us
But the story will not fade,
For the life of any princess
Doesn't match how it's portrayed.

I Need Your Smile

Among the stars bright I'll shine
So don't cry for I'll not die
See me in roses and in sunlight
Or high above where birds fly

All hopes and dreams come to end
Like blooming flower withers
Fast it comes when life ends
But very slow for grievers

I'll be redeemed from worldly pain
God's payment is ash or dust
Wages for all that we do is the same.
Finally rest in peace  we must

Love, beauty and health all fade
Gown of glory I'll wear
Pass that bitter grief all the same
And tears all that you bear

Smiles and sorrows are in a blend
Think of me as living for ever
Genuine love is Godsend
Disasters I'll fear never.

Nature's cruelty will not hurt me
Give me your smile, friend
Tears and griefs are not mine
I'll wait for you in the far land.

Impresa

In culture of counterfeits
a snip of intelligent gene
brings the pink tears
for the brown eyes.

A virgin goes for a spade
in the naked sun.
Let me think of polymorphism.
Can there be an answer-

for oblique questions ?
Can this tottering frame live ?
Life can still stalk the death
and stand for the body in the sack ?

Fielding the enquiry about race –
gap, you said the walls
are crumbling. I read the message
half-believing.

As a whole, the glory lives.
Is that true ?


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The gentle rain falls on
the emaciated Buddha.
Stand out from the controversy.
A foam-born goddess will
counterpoise the questions.


The grievers are sitting
in a circle for the dying moon.
The charred breast of earth
sends the flames.

Who has closed the window
of morning glory ? My blackened
words are traveling fast 
to reach the stars. I am
held in a shadow.



Satish Verma

Black Widow

1 through the door
2 through your heart
3 through your head
4 colors in my eyes
Red, red, red

1 clash
2 rings
3 words
4 sirens
Shrieks of red, red, red

1 bed of white
2 saviors
3 men at my side
4 grievers
Tears of red, red, red

1 room of rock
2 rings around my wrist
3 eyes in my head
4 days before forever
Stains of red, red, red

1 room
2 sides
3 on one
4 on the other
Crying out red, red, red

1 decision
2 stabs of pain in my side
3 cries
4 smiles
The judge says red, red, red

1 boy
2 people
3 arguments
4 solutions
Mine was red, red, red

Death of a Godman

I have agreed to cede 
an unwritten moon
in a killing frenzy,
for a chequered spirituality.

Now visitation will start 
ravishing the light at dawn.
The grievers will assemble
for a final scoop of dust.

Forgive my star,
for a failed touchdown.
A child stands before glitterati
born again to suffer the other sky.

Nothing comes out of nothing.
The circle was complete.



Satish Verma

Strangers In Sleep

The dome has collapsed.
You walk in fire on the eve of
exhuming yourself, picking up
the pieces of humming life.


Eye to eye, the patience was wearing
thin, fears had positioned themselves,
at the doors, snarling.
A mass grave was being dug in the distant woods.

On cloudless hills, a raging sun
climbs up to send the dust of miracles,
which never nodded. The faith healers had
failed on ivory stages.

The god is  ailing with multiple failures.
Man, are you responsible for this bloodbath
in coldest weather of earth when grievers
were frozen in their tracks ?


Satish Verma

Matchmakers

non compos mentis
my monologue,
non-believer will say, it was
insult of salt,
under the bark, white ants were climbing, boring into sap,

kneeling,
at war with yourself,
disinheriting the loud blood,
you want to thwart the murky ariel
to scour the black mass
at belly,

the dynasty ends in obscene hugs,
grievers want to be forgiven
for the sake of kneading truth
on merciless palms:
it kills the headache, the eyes, the vistas
of bleeding expansion


SATISH VERMA

Grief

The Great ship "Grief" was sinking.
I was no longer manning the ship.
I was looking out a window filled with sun and branches.
"Grief" and all those people,
                           Will sink to the bottom
While I drink beer in a chalice in another world,
Where the tears of grievers dry like sins forgiven.

I've made it to special shore, yes, in body and spirit,
Where lives float like braided links of light
And sorrow is seen as an entitlement to any viewer
Of love's full scope.

(Assignment: Grief)

Time To Answer *

This wake, I owed it to you, my defining moment :
for the raw melding, of life imprisonement
and death behind the bars. The sin had
	
seeped slowly in the foundations. A blurred view
of the caravan passing on the shifting sand
of quarter-century; the devastation had turned

black in smug oasis, the victim will not
become virgin again. Blind dead will monitor
the course of grievers. On to her tongue

I leave the endless stars and you will forget
the bull-dosed windows and weeping walls
of incaracerated house where the daily meals

were sex and rape ; the strange shadows
of crime and pardon are breaking now
in blue sky after the defeating moon.



SATISH VERMA
•	After hearing the verdict on Josef Fritzl on 19th March 09

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