Short Ambit Poems

A pristine ambit 
Unlocks forepart to commence
Restored life events
Ameriolate happenings
Metamorphose forever...

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Encircled,
words shed gratuitously
from floored jaw.

Enriching,
ambit of deceits shroud,
wrapping your smile
in compliments halos.

Vixen verbs 
slyly ambush objections.
A tactic of precision,
to melt your innocent mask

and conquest;

A smile upon my lips....

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It was night’s fury
whipping up hysteria
on specks of flames, dancing in pain.

On a heap of ashes
and bones where a child of death
will be born.

Before fading, 
moon will kiss the golden thighs
of sun and think aloud
dying shirtless in intimate
ambit of sky.



Satish Verma...

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Envision if you will
how your tunnel vision
denies sharing, context and scope.
Your ambit roundabout whirls in blinkers
denies entry with right-of-way blocks
as you go round and round
spinning endlessly in the dark
on a roundabout game in the park.
Your circumspect vision funnelled 
down tunnel into your black id hole....

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Here I stare
And sketch myself living
Timing every breath
But the clock remains still
Not a moment passes
An entire existence to spare
One complete
And nothing
Nowhere or time to go
Trapped here
In this ominous setting
Afloat in this once purgatory
Then once more and again
Impalpable designs charcoaled
Shading my ambit in silhouettes
Every turn I take muted
By the shadows of obscurity...

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Penumbric Fringe
David J Walker

The lateness of the hour
Measured in the meter of the 
News-mans message
	The Hour is Late 
	But not come
Cries the downtown crier 

The lateness of the hour
With unrealized power
	From the sun
But then
	They will be they
Won’t they
They are the one-word
Future

The lateness of the hour
Is   Time
	And time again
Repeated in 
Ambit chaos
Within the penumbric fringe...

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Seasonal  Change 

Autumn  fades bring  winter  skies,
Gone  the amber filtered  clouds
The birds  migrate, leave  chill  behind,
For warm  up  north a mate  to  find

Charcoal smoulders  capture  peaks 
A  mountain  summit  drools  with  cream
The  lake  reflects  a   mirror shine 
As nature paints its  own design.

For  as  the season takes  its  toll 
Species adapt to  nature's call
Believing this the  hour  glass be
In ambit await a new spring  to see...

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The hull lolls,
anchored to a fouling current.
Juggernauts of heat sleep under a leaden sky,
bugs lurch and slow skirt.
I nod over my spine, afloat on a humming haze.
An osprey jumps out of a high ambit,
swooping fast.
I imagine a wind in the wake of its wings.
The bird dives, cleaves the light, arrow bright
parting the weight of these doldrums.
The wallowing skiff seems to shrug off the heavy air
as talons scoop up a wriggling fish
together with my up-lifted mind....

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Motionless within the ambit
of moon,
the rain squirms and flickers
under the street light
in the vacuous silence
of a monolith.

A cricket walks on a cloud 
and starts the lightning.
The urn was blind, fills up with grief.
The goddess climbs out of rainbow
and accepts the message
of fireworks.

After the pain, there was 
frigidity. The lips will not move under
the mortgage of unvenerable words.
An innocent deal was brokered
with stings about the truth
of the wasp.

  

 Satish Verma...

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