Short Dissection Poems

Before the analysis
before the dissection
First came the reading
—the deepest of cuts

(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)...

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Disjointed, dissection.
Like that which came before.

Dissection like that which,
came before disjointed.

Like that which disjointed,
dissection came before.

Like that which came before.
Dissection, disjointed.
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Reflection of self
Habitual brooding
Defines how one felt
And aids self improving

Inward dissection
Puzzle piecing
Every direction
Knowledge increasing

Data collecting
Soul observation 
Pattern connecting
Self education...

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Those 

Body organs

Brain and heart 

And more

Show up in

Medical records 

Doctor's columns

And home remedies..

It is the dissection of

The separate 

Individual into

What appears as

Dissected storylines

Of knowing and

Searching......

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As some intangible feeling, 
creeps through the ventricle's heart
Emotion, commotion the size of an ocean 
threatens to tear us apart
As some incredible memory, 
spin cycles all that we know
Dissection, inflection, this sweet insurrection 
threatens our heart and it's flow....

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It’s such a shame
My skin bleeds red
I don’t like the color
Can it be green instead

Green like the thorns 
That protect petty flowers
Can they protect me
For just a few hours 

When I’m at my weakest
And in need of protection 
To stay by my side
Throughout my dissection...

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I’m a poet devoid
of Cliff Notes
dissection
not my thing

Don’t ask me 
to explain my words 
I’d rather hum 
and sing

Explication 
penniless
in ghettos
of the word

Where vagrants
pull and tear apart
what only should
— be heard

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: January, 2024)
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     Being teased is a horrible fate,
     Children do this all the time without a quake.

     Not realizing the pain they cause,
     Just looking for friends to applaud.

     Only when they are the recipient of teasing,
     Will they agree.

     My friends were mean.
     When they tease,
     They hurt me!...

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It was haemolysed 
the homeless night.
Flagellation will bring out the truth.

The bloody kerchief
was thrown on a crowd.
A new comet was sighted.

Dust and ice were
near the tears.
Sun was rising.

Something fell
in the lake. Death was going
to be celebrated.

Flesh has emptied
the juices. Now 
bones will laugh.



Satish Verma...

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the initial reaction repulsive
depression for the unknown
dissection takes away disease
healing the process of time
the scar a reminder of what was endured
becomes insignificant through understanding
love remains true

To all those magnificent women who overcome adversity and gain strength from not allowing 
Breast Cancer to dictate their fate....

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Tall buildings whisper to the sky...
Unknown secrets of the city;
While honking vehicles,passing by,
Dissect Nature's tranquility!
Tiny birds clad with innocence...
Ride through the backyard of the clouds;
While polluting smokes sicken their sense
& disease the ignorant crowds!
As I see this place,I realize
Life is not a bed of roses
Rather life in this city,to be precise,
Is death in small doses...!...

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Whilst in ones youth, I beg to question,
Why twice ten years sums darkly fossil,
If numbered twenty from conception,
Whilst in ones youth.

Immortal years, weaned blindly hostile,
Demanding half and whole apart as one,
Until twice twenty, rears itself colossal.

Twice again, steers an Elysian direction,
A course prepaid, far too late to jostle,
Time is never subject to dissection, 
Whilst in ones youth....

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You call it a particle
He calls it a wave
They call it energy
—I call it light

You’re locked in physics
He’s locked in quantum
They’re trapped in theory
—blocking all sight

Let go the dissection
Let go the mechanics
Let go the empirics
—your eyes then to see

Reach out for the music
Reach out for what’s timeless
Reach out with your spirit
—set yourself free

(Villanova University Monastery: June, 2019)...

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A drop tricked out
And the pain laughed
I was born.

In that towel of love
My cheeks lured all
I was kissed.

A relief after dissection
Opened my heaven
I was suckled.

Sweets and celebrations
Filled the air
I was loved.

A cry of agony
Hurt many, yet soothed a few
I was named.

And for that one word NAME
How much they argued
I was renamed.

Better to be nameless
Than to bear one that hurts
And let me be Humane
With my name LOVE...

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A Little Stronger…


…And if I follow my senses
Will I have sense of direction?
To get to the root of the problem
I am the object of my own dissection…

Looking into me
Looking through me
In a sad and darkened state
I’ve never given myself
A fair chance to succeed
But I can’t believe or fear
That it can be too late

I’m rambling on a little further into the night
Perhaps I’ll sleep a little longer
And by chance and the grace of God
Perhaps I will wake a little stronger…...

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I had friends once
they are all gathering dust now
in empty rooms.

I had a mother
I keep thinking about her now,
now that I realize I never really knew her.

A poet is a filter,
a sieve for all the gone astray parts of a life,
a dissection room for wayward realities.

It would have been nice to have loved more
hated more, or had been less than I am.

Tomorrow is doggy paddling,
eventually the current will bring it ashore;
eventually the night will steal us all away....

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I had friends once
they are all gathering dust now
in empty rooms.

I had a mother
I keep thinking about her now,
now that I realize I never really knew her.

A poet is a filter,
a sieve for all the gone astray parts of a life,
a dissection room for wayward realities.

It would have been nice to have loved more
hated more, or had been less than I am.

Tomorrow is doggy paddling,
eventually the current will bring it ashore;
eventually the night will steal us all away....

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