Short Ropes Poems
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hard against the wall
the seat of death finally rests
in ironic drape, ropes hang
wicker basket waits
a twist, a turn, beheaded
mans inhumanity dealt
We are together
and apart, like hyenas.
You demand to be captured -
roped to a pulse
but I have forgotten
how to knot blood.
Love arrives quietly.
My lips brush the wet vines
of your hair.
We are together
and apart, like hyenas.
You demand to be captured -
roped to a pulse;
we still know
how to knot blood.
After the questing
tenderness arrives quietly.
My lips brush the wet vines
of your hair.
You done me
mosaic.
The rover has landed
on Mars.
Will you come
tonight ?
Circa.
I was searching
the white ants
on the blackboard.
They had drawn
a map
of the moon.
I would not
cry,
for the fallen tree.
It had left
the legacy
of ropes.
Satish Verma
When we stand so close that I feel your breath
And we are looking into each others eyes
I feel the strands of love; as fine as hair
Reach out from your heart; and from mine
And they entwine within each other
They they wind their way into - and around - our hearts
And I feel that we are one
Frayed Bell Ropes
Time
did not
disfigure her
nor disillusionment
disarm the strike of clapper’s tears
shed in the agony of renewed peace.
fraying bell ropes forgotten joy
calling
home
6/4/2017
submitted to – New Form – The BELL – Poetry Contest
White house picket fence garden
Black hair kohl eyes blue rose lips
Chef folding egg whites into souffle
Defrosting preparing cooking lunch
Sculpture of a laurel-crowned bust
Oriental rugs bare wooden floors
Inhale a sweet antique floral air
Chink iced-tea glasses Dominoes
I'm not a fighter but,
I Didn't come here to play
I go the distance like Kim Duk Koo
So f***ng walk away
You'll have to kill me
Before I go down
So you better be ready
To go another round
Proud I came from nothing
Proud to be a man
My boy Luke said
Sometimes nothing
Can be a real cool hand
Full of passion; it's here I
stand,
with two ropes taut in each
hand;
neither yet worth to let go;
how long must I grip until I
know?
Mighty Atlas, I wish I could be,
for the earth it feels weighs
down on me;
the pain is torture and it's only
the start;
for now I can't let go but it
might tear me apart.
Show them the ropes
They tighten the nuse
Then roll up a smoke
Decline all the food
Smoke up some dope
Buy them some booze
Nowhere to go
But tying their shoes
Going for broke
Dice that they threw
The goal is a joke
No smiles from you
Gone cold as a coat
Or ice on the roof
That's totally froze
And too high to go scoop
Don't know what I'm doing.
Trembling I learn
to express my thoughts
and feelings with
new exciting words.
Innocent yet mindless
to poetic etiquette.
No disrespect
to the masters
of it's grace and elegance.
Couldn't really tell you
a stanza from a blitz.
Hoping you'll all guide me
just a tiny bit,
so I dont look a fool
and can find my little niche.
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I move, I move,
My wheels turn like wild things
My hands cry the rims
I run in my dreams
I jump with style
I dance
I move, and dance
My eyes sing like sopranos
My mouth uses color
Like a rainbow
Behind me
I run
I run and I run
The drip lines in my arm
Are parachute ropes
I steer them alone
To land here
I stand
I dream, I dream
Nothing keeps my mind
Inside my faltering
Little loving body
With dancing
Writing pen
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January 13, 2017