Short Scantly Poems

“Scantly-published in life, JD Salinger is set to become prolific in death”. 

This is Tuesday
and a day of short poems.
Salinger spoke to me
and said that it is better
to not be so prolific.

He should know,
having set the pace,
and attained a measured glory
with a certain story....

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The heart sank
Into a tangible pose
Uptight and harbouring
The scantly ripened rose.

She spoke whispers
With lightly fragrant breath
Listening with vacant poise
The mind melts to hear.

Detailing sought emotions
Her words become robust
Writing onto lucid skin 
A novel written with hands....

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"Within the scorn of death's hands you fell, through memories you rise again..."

memories never fade away
embosomed on a summer day
mind recalls the ocean's sway
over dunes where children play
reminiscent thoughts now honed away
in depths of mind, they'll always stay
etched upon my soul they'll lay
scantly rising by the quay





September 8, 2019


Acrostic/Monorhyme...

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Artistic ovation so eloquently delivered
Scantly clad ambers of happiness
Explosion of animosity
Despair spoils the spectacular decadence
Brazen Amethysts delight
But darkened geodes decays my lullaby
And Leaves a angry corpse
The ghost of yesterday is the entity of tomorrow
It follows behind me and masquerades as my friend
But the foe seeps out and reveals himself
Deadly clout, I am powerless....

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All life, he wanted to know himself
like a sea, which drowns itself
in the boat.

In your own turf, time had beaten 
you again and again. Still you will 
not become a fodder, 
on the dirt ramp.

Many things you did not say for
the sake of a pause in the learning.

The absolute versus scantly clad version,
always hurt you. 

A city breaks up in small quarters 
of anguish, rubbing on the future? 
behind the glass 
for a relative truth.


Satish Verma...

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