Short Extracts Poems

amidst milky weed
tail orange butterfly extracts
succulent nectar...

Read More

The glitz of light extracts the sweetest juice.
The blaze of paint excites the oil and spruce.

4/19/2023...

Read More

I consider the Doctor
     a friend who heals.
    What  about the Dentist
    who extracts our teeth... !...

Read More

deep in the forest
                                             chipmunk finds tasty morsal
                                                  extracts corns nectar...

Read More

With the undulating girl of my dreams, 
In my arms.
I rock back and forth, the night away,
Until the yellow ball bounces on my head,
And extracts a foolish smile, from my unwanting lips....

Read More

P     Pipes corroded

L     Lies, folds, and bends 

U     Under a sink

M     Mans the phones

B     Butt crack showing

E     Extracts gook and hair

R     Rodents and snakes...

Read More

Its trademark shows what, it once used to sell,
    Now it extracts, liquid gold from a well.
    Starting with gifts for a girl, 
    Adorned with mother-of-pearl.
    That gave the oil magnates, the name of Shell. 

    Sponsor.  Sara Kendrick.
    12/ 20/ 2020....

Read More

Hanging on
A thin bending stem
A little bumblebee
Refuses to fall.

Wind blows stronger,
Even tighter he clings, 
Determined not to lose.

Tenacity is rewarded
As he buries his head
Within the crimson heart
Of a delicate rose
And extracts
The sweetest
Richest, golden nectar....

Read More

EXTRACTS
speculations
of
identity
so
unintentional
bring
 intensity
 dovetailed
with
uncertainty
mixed
in
 doubt
brings
watchfulness

in
breathless
sensations
linger
in
twilight
where
the
impulse
of
 fact&reason
so
palpables
in design
& magnificent
axiomatic
 imagery...

Read More

As solemn curse extracts the entity of worse,
so moderating to a lesser verb
excoriates to slang of verse.

And so it is derivative's adverse,
is anger, that I cannot love thee - terse,
with gentle thought as in some morning's nurse.

I love thee, there it be, in violence or curse -
I love thee, love thee, love thee - no reverse!...

Read More

As solemn curse extracts the entity of worse,
so moderating to a lesser verb,
excoriates to slang of verse.

And so it is derivative's adverse,
is anger, that I cannot love thee - terse,
with gentle thought, as in some morning's nurse.

I love thee, there it be, in violence or curse - 
I love thee, love thee, love thee - no reverse!...

Read More

After a face – off
you toss the coin
resenting the liquid fame.

Frame extracts the price
of picture.
Compassion for the artist was missing.

I suffer in mid moon
between darkness and light
clarity of rags was improving.

Homage is now going to hurt
after the fall of ego, in
ending of alchemy.

In spite or sorrow
a face drills holes
in my wheels.						


SATISH VERMA...

Read More

For a string of warm, sunny days
   December extracts her pay
A clipper sails in from the West
   Reprieve's end, Nature's stern test

Thermometers plummet
   Mild rains, now ice and snow
You and I draw near the fireplace
   Nowhere pressing to go 

Let the wind shriek and howl
   Old Man Winter's wrath flow 
Cozy in each other's arms
   Hearth and hearts all aglow...

Read More

I
When you have used up nerve, muscle, sinew
To be all you dreamed for others and for you
Then the soul alone can make you move at all
That is how U write like Rumi, Emily, Hawthorne

II
When death and evil seem greater than good
When darkness seems omnipresent, not God
Then Scripture within extracts - in pain - a Word
That stirs in U all U took on earth for living bread...

Read More

After a face – off
you toss the coin
resenting the liquid fame.

Frame extracts the price
of picture.
Compassion for the artist was missing.

I suffer in mid moon
between darkness and light
clarity of rags was improving.

Homage is now going to hurt
after the fall of ego, in
ending of alchemy.

In spite or sorrow
a face drills holes
in my wheels.						


SATISH VERMA...

Read More

A rumble of thunder
roars throughout
the dark furious clouds.

At dusk, grey sheets pour from
the overly moistened southern sky.

From the mount's tip
to the green valley below
humid thirst is quenched.

The bolts' jagged streaks
of energized light
momentarily deny any shadows.

Dawn breaks to overflowing pools
of varying bluish hues.

An orange solar heat
extracts a gift of brew
from the soaked wet land....

Read More

Life's Tapestry

Life begins: a single thread
Inlayed throughout as one
Faceted; a tapestry
Entwining hopes and dread
'Sembling  extracts not quite done. 

Torn brocades of woven silk
Aloft on dusty walls
Pull at strings of mother's milk
Ellipsing vacant halls. 
Shadows press the looking glass
Towards the light then fall. 
Running colours fading fast
Yaw past the muted call. 

©deborah burch
2.07.2013...

Read More

Do flower essences cure
maladies?

Flower essences made from
Edible flowers are safer.
Rose,lavender,rosemary.
Cover in a glass with pure 
water and position in direct
sunlight for a few hours.
The warmth of the sun extracts
the essence from the flowers
into the water.
Wella,you have flower essence!

Unless preserved,this essence 
stays fresh for only a day.
Dr. Edward Bach's research
was the inspiration....

Read More

Taken to awaken favored
Havens, where images are stored,
Expressions, one can not ignore,
Render visions that are savored.
Aesthetic art provides flavor,
Catering to a hungry core,
Hungry eyes, hungering for more
Extracts that can not be wavered.
Literary images show
Quintessential beauty in ink;
Uncompromised poetic flow.
Imaginations are in sync,
Now that she glows from head to toe,
Named as the one, of which I think....

Read More

Vast shimmering space,
throbbing by God’s grace,
beheld in clear sight ~
self-existent light.

Tong of truth extracts
behind the veil facts,
unknown to our mind,
which we’ve left behind.

God’s light, soft white shines
and love for love pines
to assimilate
bliss in stillness sedate.

There’s no here or there,
for God’s everywhere;
if our eye’s single,
pheromones mingle.

03-December-2022...

Read More

Silently you went to disappear in blue -
alone or unalone -
I was watching a moth
on the burning lamp in night way 
scrawled flat as death’s signature
on the heap of broken wings,
between space and time
an extra dimension,

the position of a point from void to
center of chaos,
life extracts the measurement,

a smile lost the lips
a vision, eyes –
outside body, the soul scribbles
mist and crumbs of age.



SATISH VERMA...

Read More

Fear of becoming sane
inherits the hate of earth.
I wake up in the rains of time.

Fire of soul
extracts the thought shapes
like stark naked truth
in the desert of pain –

unbirthing the child of wisdom.
I hardly think, in my failures.
The house will go up in blaze
by the earthen lamp of fading glory.

There was no light, a quick death
of lips and speech. The human touch-
prints had avenged for words.
Inspiration will wait.						


SATISH VERMA...

Read More

Fear of becoming sane
inherits the hate of earth.
I wake up in the rains of time.

Fire of soul
extracts the thought shapes
like stark naked truth
in the desert of pain –

unbirthing the child of wisdom.
I hardly think, in my failures.
The house will go up in blaze
by the earthen lamp of fading glory.

There was no light, a quick death
of lips and speech. The human touch-
prints had avenged for words.
Inspiration will wait.					


SATISH VERMA...

Read More

(01/08/2011)
 
He catches dreams in struggling 
minds
He extracts them into a darkened 
one
Sends them back into our thoughts
Will haunt our reality and kill us 
slowly
Not going crazy is more than lucky!'

Does he even exist?
It was my same question
Once, he grabbed my wrist
His grey abstract existence, only I could see
My luck has fled freely
I gave my left strength as a wimp
I could feel he writes my obituary
My hopes had turned to grim 
scheme...

Read More