Short Disowning Poems
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Money…
an ungrateful heir
Disowning all memory
—with your ashes still warm
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Money…
an ungrateful heir
Disowning all memory
—with your ashes still warm
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
The actions of a few have put the world in harms way
"You were our favorite mistake"
is what the hypocritical Christians say
when disowning their own children
when they turned out to be gay.
I forgive you
for scorning me
I forgive you
for hating me
I forgive you
for disowning me
I forgive you
for forgetting me
I forgive you
for hurting me
I forgive you,
as I have forgiven
myself
Despondent
we felt
doing deeds
donned by illusions of necessity.
Drat
we thought
disowning our dignity
drowning our dignity
driving our dignity
down into delusions of
dominance.
Do-di-do-do
we knew
when spontaneously
life came to the streets
and we did
what we
know how to do.
Sentimental Journey
Ordinary bologna
Sleep on the gurney
You are so lonely
Keeps on living
And yet you live
yes you live
Keeps on livings
Oriental kaboom
Religious diamonds
Walking on Waters
Disowning a sons and daughters
Man-made religions
Wrongly made decisions
Keeps on livings
Yes you keep on giving
While you keep on living
3/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
When
Giving silently makes you hollow
Draining your feeling of possessions
Worrying you bit by bit of tomorrow
Of still thinking about your giving reasons
Then
You don’t wholly give, but lending for something in return
Someday, somewhere, somehow, someway
For true giving makes you fuller in many ways
Of never asking for anything, but merely giving away.
And
That's the hardest way
of disowning possessions.
Catching snowflakes on the tip of my tongue.
Fleeting memories of when I was young
Tubing down rivers, fishing for bass
Going to drive-ins with some lovely lass.
They all swirl about me, some more and some less.
Each one of them part of my lost youthfulness.
And now that I’m older, new memories I’ll make
But not at the expense of the ones I’d forsake.
Disowning the future to be once again young
And keep catching snowflakes on the tip of my tongue
It returns to haunt,
the dilemma, of disowning
the old version of truth;
when I was searching the parallelism
for the sake of otherness.
The unreturning melancholia,
brings the surreal intruder,
I did not want to entertain.
The insane activity of heart
wants a sin uncommitted.
The flirt eyes like a tulip
between your fingers,
unrolling the tender petals.
Night throws the salt on the moon.
There were no tears.
Satish Verma
As if my inner sound was demanding
take me for
meiosis ;
I want to break into many daughter things.
Half my genes
half my color
partly male
partly female
disowning the boundaries,
my lasting pain of grief and anguish
becomes an androgynous god.
I hear the voices in brain
I see the nebulous thoughts dancing
I touch the fallen tears
from faceless eyes.
All my thoughts are leading to void
coming from nowhere
going to nowhere,
I am water and I am sand !
SATISH VERMA