Short Leached Poems

All brimming crystal drizzled earth frazzled glory hugged;
Icicles jousting kaleidoscopic light, meets
Natures overfrosted pinnacled quiverings.
Raining snow tumults us, Life-like vanities: 
Waning xylems' younger zeniths...

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The cloud-enshrined sun
The waves leaching away the sand
A whole world undone

Rose rayonnante de perle
Soleil soudé aux nuages
Un sourire de mère

Mussed baby petals
A rose-stem cut ere the thorn
A life rudely shorn...

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The rose has been raped of her beauty 
Stolen by hordes of dreary lines
And to be leached further still 
Until nothing remains of her   
But yellowing birthday cards 
And sugar-free quotes, in italics 
Like a rose is like nothing at all...

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i hate people in sterile places

its unnerving

to see them leached of colour,

needles in their skin

like punctured paper

And prodded by white coats , trying to find an answer

Can’t they see the problem?

fake flowers do nothing to lessen the paint of pale walls

sinking into her eyes...

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Life is a red light, hearts downshift 
Or buzz in rubber to reversing routes 
Kerosene engines spark rooks of roars 
Or quiescent brakes. As if their destination
Held some Grail of hollow stature!
Considering my tires, my ambivalent tread 
Of ambulance traffic. An ambiance yielding 
Signs of neon leached desire
Billboarded excretions free speech...

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Wasted landscapes without proper tenureship
Evicting the true owners from their habitats
Tensions between the economic and survival
Leached sands, eroded banks of stewardship
Artificial substitutions and the phobia of bats
Nature besieged by ignorance and the political
Denude of forests, wetlands, and pollute the seas
So producers and consumers are soon decease....

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Ripping off my face
Gotta preserve my personal space 
An unknown man now wears your skin
Naked down a world of many paths 
How many paths have leached the hours 
of this new dawn
Im tired and i dont want to engage in the
spectacles all identical underneath the 
dramatic exageration 
There you go
Leading ninja figure stalking the night
Time for a napping fix...

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A leached amputee
living with stumps of flawless
dying.

Round and round, blindfolded
moving in circle, drawn by rhyming
bells.

Perhaps you need to suffer
with the drunken race of
snipers.

I am in the silent valley of
barefoot secrets where moon waits to
die.

The poppies will buy the bullets,
a gift to unending kiss of
grief.

Tell every vulture on the tree,
there is endless arrival of 
feasts.



SATISH VERMA...

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The house and barn have surrendered,
burrowing under the loose dirt of the sun.
Echoes run from house to barn, from barn to house,
a ritornello hurried along on the skirts of the wind.

In the ruined barn, decay finds its own language,
children still run here.
A transmission has leached from puttering feet;
it rattles the bones of embalmed mice.
A soundtrack of texture
running from barn to house - from house to barn....

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A leached amputee
living with stumps of flawless
dying.

Round and round, blindfolded
moving in circle, drawn by rhyming
bells.

Perhaps you need to suffer
with the drunken race of
snipers.

I am in the silent valley of
barefoot secrets where moon waits to
die.

The poppies will buy the bullets,
a gift to unending kiss of
grief.

Tell every vulture on the tree,
there is endless arrival of 
feasts.



SATISH VERMA...

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My time not yet,
This denial still denied,
These choices from aught,
In darkness still cried,

Who knows depths unreached,
Passive anger evolving faster,
Trials failed vitality leached,
Missives quoted dialing disaster,

Only misfortune I've kissed,
None other would dare,
Chance all others missed,
Finding any who care,

Before I greet farewell,
Innocence soul cannot understand,
Maybe one tale tell,
Improbable yet unhealed hand....

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I come back to these scribbles
jotted down in broken verse
   of when I felt.
When my body burned with passion and rage
when my loins ached or my heart broke.

Revisiting the epoch of life
trying to re-assemble the shape of those energies.

Yet I am still numb.

Apathetic and drifting on analgesia
the medicine my hysterias sought.

Humanity leached into distance and fugue.
Desensitized to the state of existence. 
I cease to be me....

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