Short Ascendancy Poems

Weathered worn women,
obviously built tough;
May they grow when challenged,
energized by ascendancy;
Natural and nurturing....

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a bed of stones unloosed to spill from its path
through fresh waters flow to the distant sea
laving pebbles from its silty rough wrath
from rivers fresh to brackish brine's debris
the journey ends where it began its ascendancy
drifting as the impetus of tidal destiny...

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In the ascendancy, authoritarians
    their regimes, totalitarian
  Their world a joyless place to be
    so take a page from history

  Like Noah did, build your ark
    a shelter in which you'll park
  to ride out the era's stormy seas
    'til dawns a new day's breeze...

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The facade of your election;
Brings no accolade to the nation;
Your ambitions lack honesty;
And your actions are a travesty.

You travel abroad to collect honors;
Yet you ravel the region with horrors;
Some describe your style as canny;
Yet all ascribe your rule as tyranny.

With only your candidacy;
We have the ascendancy of autocracy;
We lack the decency of democracy;
We observe the supremacy of idiocy....

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Seizing a chance in 
a trice, in one dark September 
night of apotheoses-

a bird crashed in my
lap. I would not know
the virginity of the strange surrender.

The windows were tall,
with the black laces violating
the sovereignty of light.

I will not know you, will
not call the black magic,
will not transcend the body.

The white lilies were
staring down at water.
Was the dawn nearby ?


Satish Verma...

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This universe space sends from its source…
Infinite vibration rhythm beats filling each place, showing truth course…
One love
One god
One soul
One consciousness
One way
One truth…
Remember this wisdom now, you knew in your youth…
Shed sorrow
Shed separation 
Shed stunting spiritual strengthening…
Simply shift singular seeing, shaping supreme sovereignty 
Singing superconscious songs sharing shining soul sanctuary…...

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A drowsy sun has closed his eye
Leaving me in tinted twilight
Hemorrhaging color by degrees
until I stood in blue-black night.
Dusk is the darkest of twilight
where sights and sounds become adverse:
a contrived unreality,
imagination unrehearsed
and interspersed with primal fears.
Harmless shadows act out phantoms
conjured deep within my psyche.
Howls and hoots: night sounds most fearsome
Quasi-influential fancy
when dusk attains ascendancy....

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