Firm handshakes seal the deal
~ a mere wink of the eye repeals
Dim lit, damp and distant corner
torn from dream of vapor’s fold.
Slow descent to worlds divided,
nothing hot and nothing cold.
Long ago this soul forgotten,
cast off in the ides of youth.
Un-forgiven deeds left hiding
beneath the stone of burden’s proof
Wait to see if fate redeems her.
Wait to hear if time repeals.
Sentence passed down just to mar her.
Word and deed like flint and steel.
‘Jezebel!’ they mock to call her,
waging war against the skin.
Pressed on by the mob’s directive,
let the judgment now begin.
Scrutinize each blood stained footprint
left across the ice drawn field.
Hide the ones who hold her province.
Never bend. No, never yield.
For from that damp and distant corner
ever flows the world of hate
through the veins of those who think they…
hold the key to Heaven’s gate.
OH TO GOD
THAT MIGHT MY TROUBLIN
BE DONE
AS TO WHAT
THE EDGES ARE FURTHER
REPEALS OF TIMES
WHEN ALL WAS DISTURTED
OH MY GOD
WHAT HAS SHE DONE
SPEAK OF LOVE
THEN MIGHT THE BRANCHES WITHER
INDECRETITION
OF LOVERS PAST
SHE SPEAKS OF MOST
AS IT'S IN DECRIPTION
SHE METS NEW MEN
AND WHO WAS FIRST
IS LAST
By Mark Miller
Lightening of Scars-
Rip through nites empty stars-
Queens curse seas in stages-
Written words bleed on empty pages-
Beastly commotion-
Beneath masked Emotion-
Open posts of Graves-
Welcome home expectant Strays-
Repeals long for home and Hope-
A hidden feature in lore appears-
Miss-fortunate Servant of hope's uncertain-
Born bellows below scents scene in final curtain-
Pains stain now fall on empty days-
Nefarious colors cover plots eternal stay-
By Mark Raymond Miller
by Mark Miller © 08/17/2016
Sable of night repeals our
Hidden mirrored abuse
Puzzle pieces draw out
Fancy flights made bliss
Can't you hear as fear
Drowns the solar rain gray
Shapely holes alone stray
Grasping for future hour riffs
In hybrid blue the blood wrap clause
Selling ink stains historic loss
Under lanterns light we gather
Stoic streets of concrete keep
It's a myths devise that slip
Our distaste with violent disgust
Sleeping conscious stealth margin
Delivered delights of texts sent
Of playtime children like kindred
Europe my realm and my prized possession
I instill in thee our novel ideals,
for your feudal laws our conquest repeals.
Our boisterous wind of emancipation
liberates Spain from draconian inquisition.
Of the proud Brits' stupendous earning power,
an Egyptian campaign would rest the case.
I have made subservient Austria to face
defeat and lasting capitulation.
By sheer divine providence I soar
above my Italian inheritance
bequeathed by Papal authority
and placed in custody of my viceroy.
By my might, I brought to subjugation,
the recalcitrant fiefdom of Russia,
and the resilient kingdom of Prussia.
Not even Portugal dared resistance,
with her weak army debased like a toy.
But in sudden flight and rare sobriety,
her sovereign lord bowed to abdication.
Dim lit, damp and distant corner
Torn from dream of vapor’s fold
Slow descent to worlds divided
Nothing hot and nothing cold
Long ago, this soul forgotten
Cast off in the ides of youth
Un-forgiven deeds left hiding
Neath the stones of burden’s proof
Wait to see if fate redeems her
Wait to hear if time repeals
Sentence passed down just to mar her
Word and deed like flint and steel
‘Jezebel’ they mock to call her
Waging war against the skin
Pressed on by the mob’s directive
Let the judgment now begin
Scrutinize each blood stained footprint
Left across the ice drawn field
Hide the ones who hold her province
Never bend, no never yield
For from that damp and distant corner
Ever flows the world of hate
Through the veins of those who think they
Hold the key to Heaven’s gate
…Jeff Bresee
Climate change was not gradual here
Leaden sky melting, brass clouds fall
Indignant acts from the past appear
Mutilating order, and trust into a wall
Anxious omens ignored repeals pride
Tempers of nature shaking the truth
Enemies and friends become one brute
Created to be united, the world apart
Hangs torn, hurt, blemished at the heart
Atolls, wetlands, in polar rise and swoop
Nude but ordered, brings errors to loop
God keeps the heart that keeps him real
Ever in praise his virtues in it well sealed
Secure to deal with love when it will chide.
How will you carry the mount of tears
in the vally of temples ? Kites flowing
in sky of beings-egos-denials and
repeals.
Smiling at pain I unspeak to a keeper
of cage, under the shadow of golden
roses, walking with blue eyes of private
hymns.
I craved and dispossessed myself in the
rainy convulsions. The stupidity of
invoking rainbows. In tall grasses
the eyes were looking for the brazen
clouds.
And I am arrived today at the quirky
revealation to exist or not to
exist amids the crouching facts, trees
down shedding the arms and legs
always.
Satish Verma
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