Many nights there were no new dreams,
so I borrowed from the old
Resurrecting the scaffolding
of what lay unbuilt—untold
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
Categories:
salvaging, silence,
Form: Rhyme
“My muse died at 2 a.m.
she hadn't been well in weeks,
writing drab, soulless poetry
without alluring alliteration,
any references to the Greeks.
Too pooped to savor the flavors
of a good, old fashioned write,
she chose in her frustration,
to abandon her life station,
to just give up the fight.”
So left to draw from memories
of her great creative essence,
I’ll paste together bits and pieces,
of her wondrous masterpieces
to salvage her quintessence.
Categories:
salvaging, art, muse, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse
When your heart is broken and your spirit down cast
Remember the Words He's Spoken and forget your past
Fear is a liar and is trying to lure away your very soul
In many problems he'll mire knowing they'll take their toll
He's trying to get you alone so he can take you from His Side
And where there is no Light being shown he can easily hide
Piece by piece and bit by bit he begins to desensitize your heart
We all must admit that somewhere these things got their start
God's Word is like a fence keeping him out while keeping you in
His Word you can also sense as you now sense the effects of sin
But the devil will not like it and will fight you every step of the way
Only knowing when it's time to quit when he no longer has his say
Don'tt put it off any longer in knowing how Jesus feels about you
You will only get stronger in these feelings becoming more true
He Created you, knowing you much more than you know yourself
And one thing will be true, you will notice the effects on your health
Psalms 37:4
Take delight in the LORD,
and he will give you the desires of your heart.
Categories:
salvaging, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
1
The reluctant thereness
I want to embrace.
The spiritualism without a god ?
This whispering darkness –
always becomes an incensed flesh.
I unwrap myself.
2
Please let me touch
the multistrands of understanding.
After all what was a religion ?
You were always seeking an exit.
The betrayal, godliness and
fog hours. I always remained obsessed
with the failing lights.
Satish Verma
Categories:
salvaging, art,
Form: ABC