Short Bribing Poems
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Bribe is a crime in all regions and religions.
Both hands up and down in transit of bribe in dirt
and unclean.Bribing is to get done or to not to do
something violating someone’s right.No wait fight
against this in all might!
I have a nail,
I havd a screw
I have a "Pot 'O Gold",
But I don't have you...
Each day I awake,
I stumble down to the shore,
I've done this for many years,
I'll do it many more
I throw a gold piece,
Into the sea,
Hoping Posiedan
Will bring you back to me.
I will not play
for you,
in burning shadows.
Bribing the body
to sequester the soul
via ripping steel-
of a blade of grass.
He stopped at the door
for a short while –
to sharpen the proboscis
for blood and dogma
of a fake country.
Cannot pardon me.
I will present to you
my earth, as cow.
Satish Verma
A Bright Sunday morning,
Brooded up with melancholic sparrows,
Dull and dusted eyes,
Drowning dread for destiny,
Captivating cameras on side,
Clowns of artistic caterpillars,
Madness of molten mind,
Mavericks turned to money mongers,
Trust transformed as bribing cash,
Temperament to toil itself,
Likewise,
Another century flowing forth,
An another life time.
A Bright Sunday morning,
Brooded up with melancholic sparrows,
Dull and dusted eyes,
Drowning dread for destiny,
Captivating cameras on side,
Clowns of artistic caterpillars,
Madness of molten mind,
Mavericks turned to money mongers,
Trust transformed as bribing cash,
Temperament to toil itself,
Likewise,
Another century flowing forth,
An another life time.
Leaving nothing to his children but cowardly shame,
his back turned toward the light
His memory the captor of a traitorous scheme,
capitulating through the fight
His legacy broken, his endowment recalled,
his reputation scorched and burned
Offering to the Devil his original sin
—with redemption twice suborned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
By the moon
I drink you again.
The night is trembling;
ruffles the colossal tears.
The terrible ache of the
illegitimate mercy. I am
not accepting any poem
half-dead under my pen.
The invisible force, bribing
the tears was a grace
uncalled for. I am going to forget
the date of my cessation.
It was a false peace of the womb.
There was no banality
in sending the message.
Death has no other name.
Satish Verma
Where does one find True Extinction
Long gone into sad extinction?
Know I some doubly soiled magistrates
Clean for their mansions with balustrades,
A wife-beater philanthropist
Who would not pay for bandaged wrist,
A lauded sharp shooter commando
Who fired and missed stalked Fernando
And doctor who called colleague 'Dummy'
But swab forgot in patient's tummy...
And it's second missionary journey
Prompting a bribing of Attorney.
Subjects can their Bad Kings banish:
Their Lords that image tarnish
By being decisive and mannish
While proving them a clannish
After bribing schnapps of the Danish
And deceiving wine the Spanish!
Subjects must the details furnish
Of the wrongs by Monarchs to banish
And if they wish some garnish
Or the entire narrative varnish!
Subjects should Terrible Kings punish
Their faults ceases to burnish
Their eulogy for The–Without–Blemish.
Ooh good at last
Feel that flame
Licking at its heels
Coming into crystal
And a morning cry
Then to slumber inward
For the day arise
Taking arms all
Walking into walls
Vowing no more bribing
And a midnight fall
Into deep blue slumber
Into greying dawn
Into days of darkness
After all is calm
Weary waiting wanting
All forever be
Even in the darkest
Of his midnight sea
Toss the coins asunder
Over till and wake
Counting in his slumber
How much more to take