Short Implacable Poems

                                       the hawk drifts slowly
                                        implacable savagery -
                                          lost a few feather...

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Tangled skeins of memories unravel
Implacable reverie in melted rainbows
Encroached upon asphalt canvas, absorbing
New moon's amnesia; her silver shadows confiscate

7/19/19

Originally in 'Patience' on this website...

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Icy darkness tightens its embrace.
Flailing, thrashing, clawing, waning;
implacable liquid death
threatens to overwhelm.
Grasped by unseen hands;
propelled upwards.
Surface breached!
Sweet, sweet
air!...

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Slam.
Closed, the door locked,
bolts bolted,
window sash fused, 
window sash fused.

Vehement and implacable,
the wind scowls
gouging an inescapable path,
splitting and cracking,
branches ache,  
binds break,
white flag quivers.

Why resist?
surrender!...

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A sharpened blade
Slicing a sordid song
Dissecting angelic silence
A sanguine paragon
Mottled screams
Dripping down a steel shaft
Staining implacable fingers
Gripped by a demonic draft
A detached soul
Twisted by humanity’s bane
Heaven has but one perversion
And Hell is its domain...

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Escaping through a window,
he mounts a silver skeleton.
Flying downhill, dispensing power
through straining ligaments.
His heroic calves squeezing light
into cone-shaped yellow beams
Then uphill, the counter-attack
of implacable night.
The boy speeds through
sleeping streets,
cape flowing, eye-mask
unseen, essential though
for a peddle-powered hero
who patrols
by the glow of a dynamo....

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The moon titled her head 
and went inarticulate 
in black and white.

Seeding the earth with 
stupor, undoing my? 
poem in water.

An asteroid crashed in 
my blue lake. Sit beside me, 
I would say to a songbird.

The cardinal sin was 
to abandon the throne 
and climb down at night.

What was the designer’s 
love, I will ask, when I 
was preparing myself for a self-denial.


Satish Verma...

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I can this say about Rancor:
Not where Lord God’s Heaven anchor. 
Self have I flung at blind squabble 
And home returned with fat trouble!
My forgiveness tradition bent;
The implacable one for rent…
	
We stop living when dead angry
The blood-thirsty for Red hungry 
“Pay J shall his mortuary bill
And corpse cross intervening hill!”

But what of Heaven’s Gate Saints cross?
If you don’t, it is a great loss....

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The Hymn of Freedom
 
 
The butterfly could not formulate 
glass
on which it battered its flimsy wings
freedom lay beyond the pane
still cruelly beckoning 
with light and colour
the scent of flowers and open fields
 
How like a god I was 
as I sat and watched
the implacable glass 
tear its wings apart
and I heard a choir of voices singing to me
 
I sat and let the butterfly die
baked by the heat 
and its struggle to be free...

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Yet another year disappears
In the implacable stream of Time.
Dreams and desires come with fear,
The tocsin of Hope to chime!

Year upon year we ardently seek
The rewards from our toil and labour!
If the sweet of the Earth is for the meek,
Then will we enjoy the fruits of our ardour!

So, let us press on with our faithful deals,
For good comes to those who work in love,
The Master’s mysterious plan to reveal
Like peace on the wings of a dove!...

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