Short Pubescent Poems

No longer on maps
    the Fertile Crescent ~
       must have been pre-pubescent...

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I want to sit 
quietly.
The pubescent moon 
eyeing me.

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Burning . 
I am burning inside. 
Do you think 
I will throw some light ?

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Hanging 
upside down. The 
bats in ruins, wait 
for me, everyday....

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Campfires, 
Forget I encouraged
Pubescent Exposure. 

Because I tried
to be a leader. 
And with guitar
and hallucinations
of demons, 
I retreated. 

Into disbelief. 

But I see these
Spirits now. 

And as we 
Conceptualize
it so may we 
Make it so....

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Resting your  wunderbar  head 
On my bare  pubescent  chest 
Makes  my throbbing  pulsation 
Adorably  align to  our  passion of 
Night  and  day chronicles while
Tending  to  your 
Irresistible  magnetic  beguile that is 
Captivating  yet  still addictive....

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Rendered seed concealed in Love's nest
Tendered sapling fondling mother's breast
Adolescent twig fluttering with pubescent zest
Immature leaves on mating quest
Maturing frond passing coupling test
Cherished branches sprout; hearth's bough dressed
In due time, seasoned fruit; perpetuity's crest
Stale, desiccate limbs; vitality's inquest...

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A gasping confession
of a pubescent fault.

Why did you enter the bed
of a molten lava ?

Wisdom was in silent eyes
not on the lips of a blackened rose.

The water was white and cool
the sun was red and hot.

A mirror will never tell the truth.
Bleached was the face of moon.

One night I will be killed
in the hands of a benevolent foe.



Satish Verma...

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Validate Spring with its plenipotentiary pollen.
Green sawdust all about the ground, car and porch -
Shaken free from the jocund trees with budding leaves.
Before the season’s even warm, they’re all in.

The celebration of pubescent branches causes us
Below to agitated fits - eyes water, nasal drips.
Still we admire the fashion of pinks, whites, and greens.
The youths, so lovely in their resurrection dress.

3/21/2023...

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Radiant beauty abound

Sun beam, pubescent wager, thy face, 
Nourishment takes, golden roseate, 
Tenuring flower, non-daub
Graceful anima, display

The’ streaming into our souls,
Mise eternal, nod love 
Never accord that we will
Birr mioty, universal a qualm

Sprig Eres an arrow that day
Cheshire  I vidi, anearing eyes
Grin giving, es raining a pasted 
Moppet of peri, pecked me a sass
I will always cherish the’ day....

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The “S” upon my chest
Started fading as they grew older
The infallibility of their Dad
Became a myth as they got bolder

Suddenly I was out of touch
And couldn’t comprehend the simplest things
Thinking they knew so much more than me
Is what their pubescent stages brings 

I was a boob when they went to college
Then they started families of their own
The circle has since become complete
Father is wise again now that their grown...

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Not the pen and papers with the idol of words
Give me the erudite poems

Not the kisses with rosy lips and beautiful scented night bed
Give me the natural colors of all flowers

Not the stunning grace of decorated face
Give me full of starry night light

Not the lustful pubescent body
Give the heart of unselfish shapeless mind 
I’ll build there a temple of canvas
Where you are most adorable goddess of love


27.06.2020 Chattogram...

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each finger intertwined
palms touching
veins bulging from our wrist
clasped together in desire
a moment uninhibited
so intimate a gesture
hand holding
as kids crossing the road
it felt safe
as pubescent teens
signaling a crush
with a soul mate
sharing life
exploring and learning
every inch of the other
with each finger tip
time passed
with wrinkles and scars
joined in passion
of a different complexion
having lived meshed
like intertwined fingers...

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Dull reflections in a vibrating shallow,
vibrant greens glow against neutral grey.
I find shelter to feign calm stillness,
the trees roar their dissent.
“come to me prophesies, come all foreboding, come
sprits and visions.”
Yet the mused well-spring is hollow,
a confused pubescent male in the Rites of May.
Branches convulse and mutter, roots in silence. 
The May Pole is entwined with the serpent.
Water in, Blood out, comes all life from
fissures and incisions....

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