Short Coherently Poems
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To be Cherished
To be treated well
To be spoken to gently
To be taken at one's word
To be heard coherently
To be seen clearly
To be cherished
To be celebrated, moles, whiskers and faults
To be worthy
To be worthwhile
Should I move planets
Should I move universe
Which one could this be...
I can't take credit for this, after a major stroke and impaired cognitive thoughts, my sister said it and said it better than I ever could.
I in angst said:
"How could this happen to us?"
She clear and coherently replied:
"It's not what happens to us in life,
it's how we handle it that matters."
There's a game I'd like to play
but hammered from an insane day
of smiling at crazies and calming them down
If brain cells were firing I'd start with a poem
my soul would roam wistfully gleefully home
where me and the muse would dress up for the town
Unfortunately it's been one helluva day
and all my tired brain cells coherently say
is
Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick.
Awaken feels cold these
soul's forsaken, taken
locked in a dungeon I
feel their pains is aching
Feel the heat from the
streets as they seek out
their error, it's so simple
people we gotta look in the
mirror
A mear image of the error
we live in the heroin's
giving to children delivering
the message coherently fibing
They listen, why? because
they gotta hear it to bear it.
The particles,
spreading a weird cult.
You were colliding with moons
daily.
It was a bird call
under a gilded, cold, dark
sky. The desire was immense
than the meet.
You just wanted to feel
the hurt;flaunting an
erosion. A coherently large
body. Is that a mass-
of goddammed invisible ?
It was my harvested pain,
the lost virginity of a
spot. The exit war starts
for a gentle colossus.
Satish Verma
is short-lived.
Deep.
Like a crypt
yet coherently-linked
with your windblown hair
strewn with rubberclips poly-carbonated.
Candid.
As a sneeze
yet non-allergenic.
On its last seconds,
its supremacy
situated along the alleys of lashes
tightly-knit my lips
as if all-perceiving:
blunt
as a snore
yet
casual
as a yawn
etched
on heart's core.
Be that as it may
as i hang endured
for its sequel...
Blue blood of royalty, journey unleashed
Descendant of earth and African chiefs
Princes of honor, princes of light
Gentle forbearance, glorified knights
Emperor’s gentlemen billowing praise
Love filled lungs willowing grace
Breathing its blessings upon the tribes
Bleeding its conscience on graphite inscribed
Coherently soldiering ethnic pictures
Innately shielding their ethic scriptures
Fighting for peaceful inaugurations
Conquering war while dying for nations
When You Follow Your Heart
We might have made love
In the bed of roses: the bed of fragrant flowers
As we consummate the joy of true love: at age sixty
where the pursuit of pleasure: is a taboo subject
where the Irish moss warms our soft lips:
We might have reversed the aging process, because
our bodies become fascinating and seductive: coherently
We might have rattled the monkey cage: like epic lovers growing old
With one thing on our minds: we follow our hearts