Short Culpability Poems
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You can do it
love every woman you see
win every man you meet
only if you believe in
possibility
capability
culpability
Never doubt the availability
When looking for culpability
The guilty never wish to admit
They are, indeed, the culprit.
Written July 12, 2022
denial of culpability
relationships gone
love forsaken
sit and write
endless words
anger unleashed
forgiveness begged
abstract concepts
random rants
filling space
why?
does anyone care?
Anticipation
It invalidates
Delivers total
Culpability
Causing mind vagueness.
Expectancy
It destroy facts
Drags out agony
Uncertainties.
Eagerness
Fools rush in
Famished hope.
Belief
Fickle
Hope
Life and Death, they be
in the power of the Tongue
The unfortunate hung
others' praises sung
Best to skirt culpability
by cultivating agreeability ~
If you have nothing nice to say
do not say anything at all
Lovers write loves name on friendly trees
Your name was everywhere
I even wrote it in the sand
The rock was too hard
I left it bare
I built too my castle there
Where now at your footprint I stand and stare
Longing to blame the waves
Plastic Alice
through the looking glass
Her daughters have Pans merriment
Hungry for the here and now
Culpability over reality
They are non traditionalists
Parking on yellow lines
Forever disobedient
The Sun can't shine
forever lacklustre
is their main amusement
Love
Not felt, nor seen
Lost….
Forgotten, lost to the waves
Waves of hurt, bobbing away
Locked, in prisons of their own making
Cut off from the shore
Shores not seen a while, marooned
Till the rocks of culpability, to break
To open a heart, shipwrecked
Shipwrecked in a sea of delusions
Shipwrecked in a sea of angst
A view is an antic of peaking surplantage,
of a particulated particular-
vantage of window dressing the addressing of
undressing, show, nark of culpability.
Causing a scene, perception slanted
with ideal synoptical instantainables processing implanted proof that is nosey and wants to know,
what it is, to see.
Adept in riling.
You cannot chew the thoughts.
There was no mandible.
This double-edged
cutlass. The curvy contour
brings you to a hole. You
spray a defoliant to
denude the trees.
Naivete.
Who was competent enough
to disconnect the sparring
bulls. Disingenuous, you
were not interested to –
design a stillness as a
requiem for the trailing dazzlers.
Satish Verma
Come with me to St Matthews cemetery
a flock of culpability
What are red faces for ?
The incidence of pious Rosetta
At the graves edge
he was returned
An avalanche of prayers
omits forgiveness
A life unworthily lived
unmatching the reverend
The bats resume their business
The uneasiness of the pews
Feathers are the sinews of hope
Their curved plumage
thinks well of an English Hill
Some never find wrongdoing
in one of their own
no matter the proof shown
or how many whistles are blown
they circle the wagons close ranks
deny any and all culpability
then compound the issue
by defending duplicity with verbal hostility
but Detective Inspector Quasimodo
could solve a crime before lunch
he'd secure the scene collect clues examine the evidence
and would bust the culprit just on a hunch
What can the light give us?
The faith to start
The courage to impart
The clarity to define
The energy to realign
The power to discover
The wisdom to uncover
The vision to seek
The strength to keep
The curiosity to inspect
The culpability to resurrect
The discretion to know
The motivation to grow
The passion to reveal
The permission to heal
What can the light give us?
Infinite altitude
Take my body for sail,
my wings to fly.
I am trying to find out
the meaning of a drop.
The point man was taking aim.
There was no culpability.
I asked, what was the need to
know the verdict of a rape ?
The bed always suffers. The secret
of a muse overturns a disaster.
In insane sky a beleaguered moon
was taking a shower.
Unmasked, the desire turns to
fire and ignites the palace.
It was not enough to meet death
with empty hands.
Satish Verma
Something sinister tells
In dark deeds that around us swell
And spell a presence drear
Demons festering the air
Men have grown cold
And callous is the norm
Of our times
And we shrink from it in fear
Without anger to say
What is being lost is dear
Is this silence
A sign of some culpability
Somthing about human vulnerability
We cannot confess again
Despite the hell of private pain
Is this the holy spirit leaving
And we so busy
Do not know
Cannot know
Moments of numbness, replaced by a blast.
Icy cold fingers grip my chest - I gasp.
It's heat of summer; No wind in sight.
Just icy coldness of things not right.
No words can form; No thoughts set upright.
All is a jumble; My throat is knot tight.
Nothing can free; Culpability.
Denigrates dignity; Evil agrees.
No way to erase, fathom - explain.
How to go forward - enshrouding such pain.
Loss of all focus; Struggling to gain
Release from coldness; Icy coldness and pain.