Short Acacia Poems

Adorned by  charming acacia trees
       and rouge carpets of jambo flowers,
           our lovely green city, dreams... !...

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Season’s sweat sets steadily on the streets
Flowers’ flags float faintly on the floor
Autumn’s aura awash avidly on the acacia...

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sown acacia seeds
no one can hope to reap  
apple fruits

do your duty
it would fetch some day for sure  
sweet fruits of karma...

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FOG LIKE PHANTOM STREAMS
misty beauty, white ravines
make mornings meaningful

Acacia arboretum hold fast
At the breaking before breakfast
The new day, old friends, egrets...

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The only real thing is love
In fields of jade leaves,
Heliotropes sweet scent
Between cracks in concrete streets.

The only reality comes from love
In the butterfly blue houses
Of acacia lined roads,
Singing our bluebird songs....

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Balms
saunters
besides deep
on a brisk breeze
through her nest of blond acacia saplings 
their closeness is kept through striking senses
at scarlet dusk
starry day 
fairness
times

Written: February 13, 2022...

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Erstrahlend im Licht
Das zarte Grün der Akazie
Und der Ruf der Taube




Shining in the light
The tender green of the acacia
And the call of the pigeon




Brilliando en la luz 
El delicado verde de la acacia 
Y el grito de la Paloma...

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From the moment we shook hands
By subtle vibes I’d been eclipsed
Distinct your voice ever so grand
From the moment we shook hands
Upon your palms illusive strands
Blending with such beckoning lips
From the moment we shook hands
By subtle vibes I’d been eclipsed...

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It’s silent on the savanna tonight
We creep toward the acacia trees
hoping to not see a lion or leopard
we have already been chased by wild dogs
the entire family is here, alert and aware
luckily we only need twenty minutes of sleep a day
this helps us survive...

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patch of blue sky
behind acacia foliage
turns ominously black,
winds wail, winds blow,
impatient, agitated,
flipping up undersides
of shaken leaves;

deluge comes,
crack and dazzle,
ripping away twigs,
tearing down branches,
lightning blasting away
at everything standing
upright in its way....

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The show must go on.
Under a sable cloud.
I am on the vast stage
to perform.

Tall cacti and harsh
dunes will not find
a sweet acacia.

When I am hungry
I would like to write something
very personal on a yellow paper.

The potter’s wheel will not
move today.
The potter had turned into clay.


Satish Verma...

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White and red and pink
oleanders bloom--
they are blown in wind,
littering grass and
drying on the bricks
of my front patio.
Orchid trees are flowering,
and royal poncianas.
Surprising jacarandas stun;
orange blossoms, honeysuckle, 
jasmine, and acacia assail the senses,
while I, alive, enjoy
yet another
Spring!...

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the big shirt jigged and flapped, 
while the clothes line struggled 
to gain control; wily birds 
stamped their little feet to the
shirt’s sailing- ship, wild-blustered
rhythm;  below, the fat garden
cat licked its lips as Mrs Bridges 
prepared the evening meal, early.

The big shirt jigged and flapped,
While the clothes line…...

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Darkness is darkest
beyond the wan street lights,
and yet the rain still falls through it.

With every gust the acacia trembles,
sways its branches imploringly,
its leaves pulled down, torn, 
randomly strewn
on the puddles

below.


My fingertips ache
and falter on these guitar frets,
but my head sings on and on:

"maybe the old song can
bring back the old times,"
as torn pieces of the card
she sent me drift about
in the puddles

below....

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Facing the world like a judge;
A judge in his own case,
which ended with a phrase,
‘Guilty’ my lord.

For aeon of its destruction,
which for long cost it its beauty,
and its ancestral history said in misery.
Will I ever get an absolution?

Absolution from the air,
and the breeze the trees give unpaid
But with decapitation I repaid the Acacia.

Absolution from the beauty I trampled on in recur.
Will I ever be forgiven?
Oh! Please, answer me Mother Nature....

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