starmer phoned trudeau..lulas in the know' Trump
Sits on the throne.' some sad king might never? Own'
Putins not much imputing.' Look this is poker time.. I am
Not disputing.' Zelensky says things are not great.? I
Say 'but rhere's the 'chance of sabotage.?' There are pipe
Dreams..And he did say salvage mates.' Who knows who
Will what.? Specially if starmer brings in any sausage talk?
Yet may reality win.' People are dying..Amid crocodile tears
5 billon will by more bodies.?? Er I mean time.?? And whats
To fear?? As always put not trust in man.' Its mostly disaster..' and even more planned.' Can the strutting be stopped? Can a deal be made? When can 'ordinary people
Be allowed' some normality? Today.? When fat bankers can
Go to heaven i suppose.? Yet in hell they're so invested.'
Maybe its just how things go?
Willing to get by
Mending fences how I try
Win her love once more.
Stirring like a madman through slurred sand struggling in the dance of war
what price to enter paradise?
just become a willing device
to extinguish non-believers
and other common deceivers
making this world so much more safe
when dangerous demons are quaffed
an extremely small price to pay
for our deity to hold sway
simply the cost of admission
for sins placed into remission
doing such necessary things
will make you an angel with wings
what price the entrance to paradise?
simply follow the ancient advice
comprehend what the holy words mean
not being for one instant unclean
there will be a harem or three
where all services are for free
no sins in pleasures of the flesh
all things there have been pre-blessed
beyond any real feelings
or the slavery of needings
no sweat, no fear, no need to hurry
the richest of realms, not to worry
watch miracles come into play
you shall know real bliss, they say
surely you don't want to delay
heaven and all that comes with it
really no need to fidget
do not be a heathen idjit
may we issue your ticket today?
The negotiation table
With sounds of Booms
Invading rooms
And the mounting fears
For the closest spears
The negotiation table
That could things make stable,
Should step into the scene
And hands not yet blood-stained keep clean.
The four-legged furniture
For every peace-craving creature
Never greeted with smiles,
And chilling glimpses by Evelyn
Of Enemy killers Javelin!!
That which urges insurgents to split
And mutineers to wait a bit;
War dancers proclaiming a disappointment
And combatants giving a different appointment.
The carpentry that halts an Armada;
A criminal use of the radar,
Holing up the anxious grenades
Of panting infantry brigades.
Dries it does the tears of a shelled neighourhood; Stickers to the scene of their childhood,
Speedily sheathing a drawn dagger
Which would its receiver stagger.
The Negotiation Table is another Olive Branch
For intercepting blasts that make people bunch!
A group of ASTRAL entrepreneurs formed a PERNICIOUS ENTERPRISE.
The group would TRAVERSE the universe in search of worlds comprised
of mealy-mouthed, self-serving, indecisive cretins.
They believed the cretins, foul as they were, would be easily controlled.
They also wanted to steal the VISAGE of the more attractive cretins, believing that they would be able to use this visage on one of their own to act as a SENTRY in each of the worlds that they wanted to include in their conglomerate. They believed the sentry would spy from within and DAMPEN the defenses of their adversaries during negotiations.
They were thwarted, however, whereupon coming to Earth they
discovered that their planted sentry had become a double agent
and had warned the Earthlings of their plans. The Earthlings easily
defeated the entrepreneurs’ and placed a BLEMISH on their list of
targeted acquisitions, sealing Earth’s autonomy.
An opportunity comes our way
in as related to the external
We look at it in detached nonchalance
viewing it with cognition spherical
We do not leap to seize our chance
for implications arising from it remain
Positioning ourself at the other end
we review it for potential karmic stain
In the daily game of worldly negotiations
we no longer are the astute negotiator
Throb of love our ever present orientation
we are the humble & surrendered placater
Thus neither giving nor taking as a trade
the yardstick we employ is balance
Allowing right of way to the other
in joyful and empathetic playful parlance
13-September-2020
Like runaway water
you run to meet your lover,
the death.
The hidden story,
spurts many questions.
You want the
severed head of the pen
back,to write the destiny.
The savage resurgence
of abducting-
the aurorean light,
will demand a
heavy price, since the
cease-fire had melted down.
The lotus-eaters
will decide to open
the scars.
Satish Verma
Chipmunks, squirrels collecting
bitternut hickory, chirping
against a small owl cruising
low beneath the trees.
Everyone has gone this morning
to school or work. Laundry rolling,
carpets vacuumed, cleaning
in the bathroom on my knees.
I'd like to be Whitman, praising
the pure contralto, Wynton practicing
all day. But like my father dying
I cannot hear what I cannot see.
Locally there's politics, processing
points of view. Eventually coming
to a decision, building or not building
windmills on the sky, bridges in the sea.
Insignificant and mighty happenings
seem the same from my vantage ageing
gratefully, inexorably, planning
how to die in my own damn way.