Short Anarchic Poems
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Beat poet Allen Ginsberg
versifier to both seen&heard
The embodiment of all things anarchic
a performance art so hypnotic
Grotesque
tall
neurons
sprout into the sky
screaming anarchic omniscience
Green
gold
pulses
in
incandescent eruptions
Hot
humorless
jagged
rocks cut through
omniscient anarchy
life ...
'twixt &
between
anarchic
asides
pricking
balloons :
so easy
on the eye
wry smiles
otherness
observed
held on ...
...pause...
the perfect..
...point
poignant neurons
swim in the memories
of anarchic past
soul searching spiritual
wanderers
seminal liberations
ingenious awakenings
spring head of regenerations
music is remembrance
of your breath
aug 31 2016
3.27 pm
Form:
Both aired, but unalike
Processed of minds.
Anarchic; sane.
Harmful. Healthful.
Both aired, but unalike.
First, last, seethe. Lull.
As devils, as angels
Enfolded by.
Street and track-walked.
City; parkland.
As devils, as angels.
Morn, eve, expand.
gramps' farm cottage, photogenic,
exudes country quaintness, scenic,
but wait till his grandkids arrive,
bedlam it'll be, a mad hive,
what to us may be anarchic,
for gramps, joyfully chaotic!
no money in poetry they said
utter waste of time mental
defecation of anarchic soul
why dont you do....
i said i love poetry
but there is no money...
why do you love your wife your
children or anybody there is no money
there either
they walked to the other
corner
Form:
I support folks who challenge a perceived wrong by peaceful demonstration.
The First Amendment guarantees that right, when all is said and done.
But I loathe the rioting rabble who are ripping apart this great nation!
Such anarchic mobs have no respect for anything or anyone!
order
edict, decree
restoring, maintaining, arranging
logical, procedural, mess, pandemonium
threatening, imposing, disintegrating
anarchic, turbulent
chaos
Date created: 05/16/2021
what is triple trectatyssss
i am crying at the tomb of
the decapitated bleeding
hearted ruleless anarchic
poetry
i am not science she confesed
neither economics or calculus
i dont want to be framed like
a saint i want to be free
breathe be myself please
be honest raw soiled
i dont want be polished and adored
in glass cases like a false virgin
this is 2016
Form:
Lead me into, the green darkness, under
the nude flames.
It was hurting;the golden sun.
Out of full moon, werewolves would
come out
chasing the flesh, the long limbs
of silence, in asci of fluids, stopped
in tracks.
No seed will grow now in wilderness.
My extended shade becomes anarchic
if fleetingly.
A miracle falling like a hurricane.
Satish Verma
Form:
liquid generally served warm
boiling solid words of passion
purees thickened with weird im-
ages out of the mind of a crazy cr-
eator meters rhymes calculations an-
d counting were of the old kind when
dim witted patrons mostly ruling dwelled
in rules and regulations order and structure
when they dressed up to eat at their mansions
now we are in this kind of free world and we ma-
ke free juicy creamy warm soups of anarchic love
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