Short Bonhomie Poems

Penny is in people's Mind,
Which makes them unkind.

A world bereft of penny,
Would be the genesis of bonhomie.

Then, the souls would do what they are supposed to do,
Stretch their hands to atone without much ado.

To reckon the very purpose of existence that God entitled us with,
Penny will say, I am just a myth.

Penny is in people's Mind,
Which makes them unkind....

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Like a meteorite streaking 
through the sky, iron
and nickel, for a proxy collision
with hidden destiny.

It was the post trauma
syndrome, after the great
divide of breast, lifting
the nipples.

The lofty peak crumbles.
There will be the scare
around, to grow the poppies
on the mounds again.

Are you ready now
for emasculation ? The
legacy will, on its own, pass
onto alternative sins....

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Your unclaimers
will miss the date
with a lunatic world,

what might
you need
for the final journey.

Don’t stop at midway
to watch the history
taking a turn.

A crispy sun
was waiting in meadows
to welcome bonhomie,

freedom of unlacing
the foes. The flesh sends
upright signals

for releasing the soul.
The incredible smell of bleed
will hang on the solid stings of space.

SATISH VERMA...

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Your unclaimers
will miss the date
with a lunatic world,

what might
you need
for the final journey.

Don’t stop at midway
to watch the history
taking a turn.

A crispy sun
was waiting in meadows
to welcome bonhomie,

freedom of unlacing
the foes. The flesh sends
upright signals

for releasing the soul.
The incredible smell of bleed
will hang on the solid stings of space.


SATISH VERMA...

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No sneers from me
No spite for thee
No malice for you
Bonhomie on view
No fight day or night
Hmmm…
That’s about right

The moral of this
That ought to be told
Is serve your soup warm
Neither too hot…
Nor cold

                  *

[This was written for Milton’s ‘5 New Year
resolutions’ contest, but I felt it didn’t quite fit
the remit. Wasn’t going to post it, but in light
Of Soup’s communique re bullying, I felt it held
Some water.]...

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Skiggin Skiggin my bonhomie friend
Imported From Mars I can apprehend
Skiggin Skiggin suspended at world's loose end


Skiggin Skiggin I do love you
Skiggin Skiggin no kitchen no loo
I have gone to City mall to buy you a shoe

Skiggin Skiggin my Martian bee 
No flower no honey only you and me
Skiggin Skiggin mom has made a cup of tea


Skiggin Skiggin my bonhomie friend
So glossy so mossy so lossy rear end
Let your eyes be closed and dream descend....

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Such sunlight shining down on me. . . .
No clouds above, like dungaree, 
hung dully, shielding everyone
from beaming grins of Mr. Sun,
who graces us with bonhomie!

Some folks might seek a shady tree
or others go inside to be
less hot, but I’m not one to shun
such sunlight. 

Although there is no guarantee
that gloom will not eventually
descend to spoil my friend Sun’s fun,
before his brilliant show is done,
I'll stay here in my revelry.
Such sunlight!...

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If you embrace poetry, you'll never be alone,
It surrounds you, a cloak in which you're shown.
Time burns in its fire, fragrance prevails,
Poetry is a world unto itself, like Utopia's vales.

A lake of purest waters, sustaining life's breath,
Sprouting from hearts, seeping into hearts' depths.
Twining one and all who let themselves
Into one, like one, only one that delves

Into the depths of bonhomie's embrace,
This one, none other, reveals its grace.

emm*...

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A New Year's Cheer

Raise your glass to prosperity,
And ring in the New Year with cheer,
Whilst singing out the latter year
Amid the zeal of revelry.

And kiss your darling heartily,
Expressing bonhomie sincere.
Raise your glass to prosperity,
And ring in the New Year with cheer!

Enjoy the fest rhythmically,
Letting old grievances disappear,
And welcome unfeared the New Year
With joy in perpetuity.
Raise your glass to prosperity,
And ring in the New Year with cheer!
...

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