Short Mutilated Poems
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A bloody mass
of mutilated souls
chaos born from our primal instincts
a ravaged mess
of broken spirits
eternally falling
into the darkness
Visionary’s promise,
what’s never seen
Believers die invested,
in lives that wait
Junctions of immunity,
and sweeter air
A mutilated oneness,
—we call the truth
(West Philadelphia: January, 1973)
or...Where's the SPCA when you need 'em?
A farmer's wife who was not very nice
Mutilated a trio of disabled mice.
Each squeaked for its life
As she wielded her knife
And disencumbered them all of their tails in a trice.
Shattered dreams
and heart wrenching screams
Scattered blood
in the mud
In mother’s lap
lies that young chap
Once full of vigor
and naughty looks
Now lifeless
and mutilated
That’s what conflict zones
have bestowed mothers with
Shattered dreams
And heart wrenching screams…..
This heart of stone hides
a dream of a god whose voice
once was lost against
the terrific wind.
It became mutilated
then swallowed by the
cacophony of
silence. So, answerless he
slumbers now, yet still
ajar for long to
speak with a mortal one who
would dare to call thy true name.
Magazine Madame measures mammoth mackerels
Manipulating measurements, marking misguided memos
Momentous mistakes moves and muffles meager mackerels
Manufactured mutilated memo mystifies many, milking money
Magazine magistrate Marine Morey measures mackerels
Making meticulous memories, mimicking Magazine Madame
He thundered the ivory
Defacing the melody
Lost deep within himself
He focused upon exacting
Icy surgical anguish
His digits stressing past
Mutilated bodies
Of tortured quarry
As silence fell
He inhaled his victory
Jubilant in his bloodbath
Those gathered celebrated
Calling for revelry
Praising the executioner
The birds were feasting
on mutilated remains,
maggots oozed,
from the ruptured veins,
as bodies piled high
of casualties with no names,
ripped flesh,
rancid smell,
guts mesh,
and visions right from hell,
the markings of fear,
written everywhere,
and songs about bombs
bursting in air,
as death hears,
all the war cheers.
Found bloodied and mutilated body
Sight fell on shining silver among brown bits
A ring my poetry immortalised, owned by him
With excrutiation, it actualized my life's death
Undoubtedly, reached the knife laid below to my neckline
Freedom longing soul, made my hands move hard......
Opened my eyes, realised my love is still alive...
~dream
There was no inscription
to interpret the fresco.
It leaked through
the yellow roses.
The distant moon was
very upset. Jumped over
the hills, like mammae,
and tore away the façade.
Let the night stay for a while.
I had to explore the
mutilated galaxy, cannibalized
by the overzealous lovers.
A cobra bite paralyzes the sun.
Satish Verma
First you get
Castigated.' Because they are?
Irritated.'
Next you get, indoctrinated through
Being educated.'
Then you'll be casterated
That gets you celebrated.'
Then you can, get trans-mutated
As truth becomes mutilated
Yet before all this goodness related
Can happen.' Did you get wormed?
And Hack-cinated.?
Only because juval haraani, needs to know??
After plundering the moon,
the skins
have dug their heels in candles –
for a night vigil.
Why you want to know the hidden meaning
Of a benign meaningless.
The beginning and end
were most visible tragedies
of an endless affair with invisible enemy.
Unsaying was very sincere
to truth if words were not mutilated.
Pure murder of an illusion in whispering sands.
Satish Verma
Arms mutilated, Maggots devour my flesh
Legs amputated by my own volition
I am writhing in Indignation, resentment has grown
Here I am, undergoing vivisection
Screaming for my imperfection
I have lost all sense of hope
I am to die here, My blood, I am regurgitating
The Queen has used floral words
King has vomited maggots drenched in pus
Purified Intentions corrupted by toxic slurs
Arms mutilated, Maggots devour my flesh
Legs amputated by my own volition
I am writhing in Indignation, resentment has grown
Here I am, undergoing vivisection
Screaming for my imperfection
I have lost all sense of hope
I am to die here, My blood, I am regurgitating
The Queen has used floral words
King has vomited maggots drenched in pus
Purified Intentions corrupted by toxic slurs
Innocent weavers
Sat still mourning –
The siren heralded
At midnight
The emergency swords in the rafter
Like a lone early morning cock.
The forest was a terror spot
Helter-skelter in blood-discolouration
Marking a nest of the free?
Terror & anger clashed
Again & again
In man rearing the seeds of the night:
Shrewd pebbles of inviolable intents
And mutilated feathers in a battered nest!
Found bloodied and mutilated bodies of
religious extremist murderers
As cadavers they lie beside
unshelled bullets and shells
Now lay dead, frozen with souls taken,
unmoved
Masters,raised them to be butchered,
unspotted
Their kin by birth cursed by the world,
immobilized
Death gives them punishment,sufferings,
impartially
World does not fear them rather they prey
themselves
In a death-trap of a stadium,
as if I am stoned to death.
Chrysanthemums bloomed in vain.
On your body three beasts climbed
for ravaging a fawn.
The rape was only your fault,
you had to die.
When a crowd of thousand bystanders
came to watch your mutilated body,
you had left for home,
uncrying and bleeding.
A human soul,
undefended.
Now a script will be protected.
Stones leap to praise the ghosts.
SATISH VERMA
I'm in love with my post apocalyptic silence
I'm in lust with my darkless absence of violence
My island
My sun
Mind on the run
Nightfall is storm before the calm
The roof crumbles
The outside screams blood
My thoughts mutilated
So kiss my bleeding mind
And beat my stopping heart
Hold my love till daylight comes
For I never discovered you through the dark
You hit hard, you rape my heart
Till softly we do part.
EARTH CRY!
Above cotton clouds and blue skies
Self-absorbed looking through a window
An image began to form; strange I thought
For before my very eyes, there she was
Naked upon the earth, her breasts, her hair
Her body mutilated laid upon the barren soil
Ashes, pain and despair were all around
What have they done? I asked
In a callous and unfeeling way
From far deep below a voice replied
From ashes green fields shall rise!
In a death-trap of a stadium,
as if I am stoned to death.
Chrysanthemums bloomed in vain.
On your body three beasts climbed
for ravaging a fawn.
The rape was only your fault,
you had to die.
When a crowd of thousand bystanders
came to watch your mutilated body,
you had left for home,
uncrying and bleeding.
A human soul,
undefended.
Now a script will be protected.
Stones leap to praise the ghosts.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Afraid to ask, the white
fingers, to write a name on black paper.
The milky way.*Janus will
trap the light and open the doors.
War of words was not
going to stop. The alphabets do-
not pronounce well. The-
rape, the brutality, the mutilated death ?
The mother tongue weeps.
The masks will write a history, in exile.
Throwing the coins ? The
real face becomes a poem, lifting the wrists.
Satish Verma
Lost in the world with no vision and thoughts,
Empty eyes filled with tears that now haunts
Overflowing vessels of mutilated wishes,
Unable to bear those youthful glimpses
I went to drown it in the mighty Ganges ,
But I was denied there as well
Carrying the burden now with my blood,
How I wished I could smash it for once
But now,
Everything seems to be buried through time
Can anyone tell me?
Where will I find spring in my frozen life?
Before entering this world
we transform our soul
The gramophone
plays songs
of mutilated destination
midwife of Death
hatched her eggs
Breeding a dark
Questionary of Blankness
Lament to
Humanity
where art thou?
Does the corset suit you?
Can it show the shape of Love?
Do you read your own obituaries
remembering the scent
you bore?
Have you ever been
a child?
Remember the Sun
bears
stigma
of starlight
The Body of Christ has been mutilated,
Placed on scale balances for bidders,
His blood used yet still in profanity-
Drunk by freemasons and the guilty.
The devil has seized it, in it he bathes and laughs!
Why not? why not?
Our Holy Lord has been desecrated
By clerical cupidity and nominal indiferences.
Look ahead son, look over there!
beneath that roof where congregates
menfolk and clerics
The Body of Christ
is being weighed for the buyers.
Before entering this world
we transform our soul
The gramophone
plays songs
of mutilated destination
midwife of Death
hatched her eggs
Breeding a dark
Questionairy of blankness
Lament to
Humanity
where art thou?
Does the corset suit you?
Can it show the shape of Love?
Do you read your own obituaries
remembering the scent
you bore?
Have you ever been
a child?
Remember the Sun
bears
stigma
of starlight