.
The blessing
for mine i
(for the most part)
eyne
for
unto
it seemed forever
i
yesss mine
(with the ever so soft)
wiped back
hern halo
But
(there is a but)
i kissed and
weaned her
unto hern
Wild
(polygraph me)
morning
noon
and nights
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Categories:
polygraph, beautiful, celebration, faith, happiness,
Form: Free verse
Maybe I asked him to rape me
the first time in the bushes
hiding from one adult and others
prison kids do some mean things
playing footsies I sent an invitation
not knowing exactly what he was in for
neither did I
Adults talk about "if you go to prison
you gonna get raped, don't drop the soap"
Thomas thought that one invitation meant five
crashing through the bushes to find me
until the next polygraph they asked
what has happened to you?
crying in a "couselor's" office in front of my dad
flashbacks of being three I said it was just an invitation
Categories:
polygraph, youth,
Form: Free verse
It has become your personal mission
To ensure my admission.
Your insistances are my pet peeves,
We happen to be as thick as thieves.
Certainly not dumb and dumber,
Our summer nights are far from a bummer.
Your presence need not to be grand,
Just like the simple act of taking your hand.
Moments in time
That often felt sublime.
They are frozen in a photograph,
I need not lie, I can take a polygraph.
Known each other since the start of our youth,
Remember when I lost my first tooth.
Although the road may seem to bend,
Always know that you'll be my friend.
Categories:
polygraph, best friend, childhood, friendship,
Form: Couplet
Dad dug some clams when I was eight,
to boil alive, to my chagrin
I heaved, contemplating their fate.
Oh, What the hell, just toss one in
he scolded me,
you can't beat free.
Dad assured me it'd taste great
but it looked like guts with no skin,
and doubtful, I stared at my plate.
Slurp it up, he said with a grin.
Gritty with sand,
it tasted bland.
I made a face at my first taste,
and my dad struggled not to laugh.
I knew he didn't like to waste,
so I gave him my other half.
Please finish mine,
it tastes divine.
It left a bitter aftertaste
and yet, I lied on my behalf,
sounding insincere in my haste.
It would have failed a polygraph
if dad had one,
but I was done.
(Posie)
8/29/2018
Categories:
polygraph, 10th grade, childhood, dad,
Form: Verse
Verbal gymnastics
twist the real meaning of this barbarous truth
To kill is called to sanction,
deliver the package is black ops captured proof
Approval of torture
moves a scared society 911 degrees
to the medieval reprobate melting phase
Blood flowers of a Nazi security horticulture
gets pruned and propaganda presented as being vitally necessary
By lovers of the philosophy of Marquis de Sade
Enhanced techniques of interrogation
is such a sterile term
Clinical desensitized dark suit pain inquisitors
favor methods of food and sleep deprivation
Give the screamers an amplified sip of electrical sperm,
treat the enemy combatants like ovulated planarian visitors
Torture is not for the squeamish heart ...
Cruel breakers of the body
like wearing the cloaked title of Roman toga civility
Closely check the polygraph chart,
see the shattered souls lay beaten with eyes empty
Classified secrets justify enhanced techniques;
flayed flesh of revenge satiate their bloodlust need,
give the vampire drinkers a full chalice of grapes of wrath plead
Lovers of life hate crucified words that morally bleed
Categories:
polygraph, dark, pain, perspective, truth,
Form: Narrative
predispositions exposed now
opening up that can of worms
lies uncovered that were meant to be kept hidden
yearnings brought out from hiding
gathering up truths that where hidden behind the lies
realms of true reality exposed to the light of truth that was hidden by clouds of doubt
a secret realm that existed within the subconscious has now been excavated
perhaps for the betterment of all involved
helping all to see much more clearly then ever before
Categories:
polygraph, age,
Form: Lyric
It's that time in life where a letter arrives
every year for my medical tests,
and the gadgets are showing just how I am going
but leave my nurse not too impressed.
Sphygmomanometer is the machine that checks
how my blood pressure's going,
I mention it since it may be the first time
that you've seen the word used in a poem.
My body mass index was eight points too high,
not quite enough to be a killer,
but seemingly it's enough to qualify
for a job as a part time Gorilla.
One of her questions is how much I drink
since too much can be terribly bad,
but since I'm not hooked up to a Polygraph
I feel I can lie just a tad.
Cholesterol level is high, she tells me,
and that is what worries me most,
since just one small sample of blood would be ample
to spread with a knife on some toast.
Categories:
polygraph, health, humor,
Form: Rhyme
I spent too long in the sand-
the day has ran,
I am a dam,
the waters run cold,
and that is bad,
turn around and grab-
because the air of the wind isn’t fun,
teeter totter with the band,
let um go laugh…
Take a polygraph,
ask yourself,
how sad are the sad?
Then wake up to a face,
she is your great big taste,
because,
the world renowned isn’t insane-
it’s just over due,
and unclaimed,
it's a jaded complaint,
an outdated fade,
in the neighborhood like a plague.
...out dated like the fade.
Categories:
polygraph, age, analogy, happiness, home,
Form: Epic
"News Flash"
Bambi is under arrest
The Associated Press stated this morning
That he had failed the polygraph test
He's been charged with murder one
With the death of his own mother
He was a suspect in the case for years
But always blamed it on his brother
But DNA doesn't lie
And his hoofprints were on the gun
The authorities have been looking for him
That's when he decided to run
They say that he's been hiding out
Somewhere in his daddy's field
Trying to look inconspicuous
Ever since his mama was killed
Anger was the buck's only motive
According to what the authorities say
Thumper wanted to play a game
But she wouldn't let him go out and play
As soon as we get more updates
We'll pass it straight on to you
So stay tuned to your poetry websites
Until I can tell you something new
Categories:
polygraph, funny
Form: Rhyme
Always working out the territory
to find out the limits on the right
to live or die. Why not to get
an assisted death when you choose
to go unnoticed without fission or
folding up? Time was becoming a book
you cannot read like a polygraph.
The carnivores are increasing in
numbers and destroying the eco-balance
of human relationship. The dry bones
are piling up and the gouged eyes were
gaping in ethical failure under hot
glow of brightness, the naked god
chasing the helpless man. The coming
of age of a dialogue on fear was
important for a debate to start.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
polygraph, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?
The people's choice, not the people's voice,
this is what I hear in a country so lost.
Who do we elect to stand for what's right,
how do we know they will, when they are out
of sight.
Ron said it best with his poem, "ReUnited,"
and he can count on me, to always, be right
beside him.
He touched on life, the war, and death,
and he tells America, don't be led.
God made us equal, at least in His eyes,
we never have to stand for deceit, and lies.
We can lie down, and take what we get,
or we can join hands, and stop this regret.
Silence means acceptance, and no one cares,
but how can we let them betray us, do we dare?
I'm with Ron, stand up for what is right,
polygraph them all, on T.V. tonight.
Categories:
polygraph, hope, life, people, places,
Form: Narrative
Woke-up, fairly quiet, in a rancor mood
Internally a riot with an open wound
Easy I could tell by a sinister laugh
Your cold embrace was the perfect polygraph
Just a tumbleweed, I’ll be blowing along
Playing MP3s like they’re marching songs
Never looking back ‘cause my pride is strong
Savior from a sack, packing 3 foot bongs
Greeted with a slap when she hunts me down
Never to collapse, I’ll resist her sound
Controlling only works when you’re gagged and bound
But baby I’ll be waving when I watch you drowned
Woke-up, fairly quiet, in a festive mood
Internally was silent with a healing wound
Easy you could tell by a fraudulent laugh
My cold embrace was the perfect polygraph
Categories:
polygraph, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
If I were a polygraph made flesh,
Of wires and sensors and microchip core,
I would know of the truthful intent
Of lover, of suitor, of paramour.
Our eyes when they meet in the light
Would open the souls of absolute proof,
A fingertip brush of the skin
Confirming of falsehood or truth.
I would hear in the tone of a voice
The frankness of purpose or fraudulent lie,
Authenticate candour of words,
Corroborate, counter, endorse or deny.
But all that I have is a heart,
Bruised and confused by a past of deceit;
How to depend on a thing
Abused and so used to skipping a beat.
I am lost in a quandary of faith,
Apprehensive and frightened of hollow despair;
Be patient and treat me sincere
As I wrestle the conflicts of truth, lie or dare.
Categories:
polygraph, confusion, life, love, mystery,
Form: Verse