Short Manhunt Poems

We went through 
The strength of things
The worst of things
Best friends 
A team
You had my back 
I had yours
Secrets and stories
So much fun
Back in the day
Bikes and "the black"
Manhunt and boys
And now
Years later
Children and families
Gains and loses
We live far apart
But we're still the same
You are still my bestie
My sister, my cousin, my friend
My ride or die to the end...

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A fugitive moon 
appeared, after the blaze of the sun, 
in a frozen standoff, 
died.

My room was dappled 
with pale moonbeams shadows, 
nestled on the? 
blue walls.

There was a constant drumbeat 
coming nearer. He wanted 
to quit. You cannot change 
the legacy of dark rooms.

A manhunt must start 
for the thief who stole away 
all the voices of 
a departed soul.


Satish Verma...

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Humility is the soil
the tithe I reach within
when erring in transpiring
I wreak and rant in vim.

Futility is the manhunt
my soul would want to seek
when cost is not aspiring
or goals are too oblique.

So let me grow with reason
the seeds I bear, not speak
but plant in silence,knowing
my virtues, in my keep.

And let the Lord so nourish
with measures that will win
 ~ but for myself, choose merit
that thee will find in Him!...

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Go away get out of here
Your about to live in fear
Run as far as you can go
My fury's about to show
Your actions led me to this
There's not gonna be forgiveness
You don't punch and you don't hit
In a raging angry fit
She was always sweet and kind
Now she's waking up to find
Nightmares that are coming true
You don't even have a clue
How protective I can be
Of my friends and family
I'm so ready to begin
My manhunt, you can not win...

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Humility is the soil,
the tithe I reach within,
when erring in transpiring,
I wreak and rant in vim.

Futility is the manhunt
my soul would want to seek,
when cost is not aspiring,
or goals are too oblique.

So let me grow with reason,
the seeds I bear, not speak,
but plant in silence knowing
my virtues in my keep.

And let the Lord so nourish
with measures that will win,
but for myself choose merit
that thee will find in Him!...

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Close the city! Stop the cars!
Folks should stay inside
While the police determine where
The bomber chose to hide.

Shut the airport! Halt the trains!
Cancel all you’ve planned;
There’s a madman on the loose,
So all should understand.

If I lived near Boston, though,
I think I’d be annoyed.
All the day’s appointments
Would instead be null and void.

Better safe than sorry
Is what’s said while he is sought,
But patience must be wearing thin
Until this guy is caught....

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