Short Bandaging Poems
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Poets and Plastic Surgeons
Poets and plastic surgeons-whittling away
adding here, subtracting there
bandaging a verse or stitching a face
trying to make plain into pretty
perfection just a small slice away.
A masterpiece is what they seek
A mountain of trash for every gem
cutting and slicing stretching and trimming
seeking the perfect profile or seamless rhyme,
but filling the world with rivers of gibberish
and mirror obsessed Frankensteins....
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Categories:
bandaging, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Always Afraid
I’m always scared,
I’m always at guard
my heart, from pain
skin from scar
she’s always in arms,
but given to such
Need to love
passion to clutch
true, unchained
naked, ashamed
we’re both afraid
we count up the gain
the loss, the fuel
To carry us there
in creation’s direction
distance, fare
We drag on the castle
stilts on wheels, slaved
afraid
dreading the kill
always scared,
bandaging scars
always afraid
always so far...
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Categories:
bandaging, angst, life, loss, love, passion, people,
Form:
I do not know?
Naïve Innocence
O pink horse, O timeless sun,
run on my body, run. Black magic
had pierced the needles into my heart.
Lying on nails to wrest a superearth
from amnesty, I start bandaging the bruised
ethos of my native conscience –
on the spike of a violence, refusing
to give up my home to fire, tending
the voiceless flora of a virgin rock.
The questions stand up, against
the black walls of silence. The blue birds
are going to fly in white desert.
Satish Verma...
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Categories:
bandaging, adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art
Form:
I do not know?
Naive Innocence
O pink horse, O timeless sun,
run on my body, run. Black magic
had pierced the needles into my heart.
Lying on nails to wrest a superearth
from amnesty, I start bandaging the bruised
ethos of my native conscience –
on the spike of a violence, refusing
to give up my home to fire, tending
the voiceless flora of a virgin rock.
The questions stand up, against
the black walls of silence. The blue birds
are going to fly in white desert.
Satish Verma...
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Categories:
bandaging, art
Form:
I do not know?
Introspectors
Bandaging wounds that we have not inflicted,
Embracing the weary, the poor, the afflicted,
In this, we find ourselves.
Needing to know the ways of all things,
Giving, and taking, we wear golden rings,
Hoping for meaning and joy.
Under all this is a question we face:
Must we continue to run in the race?
All of us answer when’er we laugh,
No thing can erase our life’s epitaph.
5 July 2016
Written for "Being Human" contest, sponsored by John Hamilton...
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Categories:
bandaging, humanity,
Form:
Acrostic
Who Took the Village - Sos
Have we ceded our stewardship
allowed a systemic sepsis to spread
acquiesced to the benign malaise
of Death’s directing finger?
Spending billions to cure diseases
caused by poverty’s pestilence
arming ourselves against an assault
of mutating microbial minds
Offering triage to the fatality
of futility’s folly
bandaging life’s severed limbs
sound biting our souls.
Who took the village?
©8/1/2019
Sound of Silence Poetry Contest
John Hamilton sponsor...
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Categories:
bandaging, culture, society,
Form:
Free verse