Short Spurting Poems

love with love flirts
feel bliss spurting
exert no more...

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Winding twisting spines
Wild hair
Frozen in time
Wrapped around like vines
Of red, and yellow there
Frozen in time
With branching spurting lines
That shed when there is ware
Frozen in time...

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His steps are heavy
Yet he is invisible
The panic sets in

Take him for a walk
Leave him some where safe and sound
To find his own way

The grey, dreary, day
Sputtering and spurting now
Big crocodile tears...

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As you would, with angel wings
Immerse in this fact.
Yours are precious lives; wellsprings
Bright and clear of Love.
High or low, spurting active
Angelic -the same!
Rainbows, Heaven-reflective
Light the skies above....

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How could I forget the sight
He fought for dear life
As she stabbed with a knife
His face overcome with despair
Blood spurting on her hair
She wiped her sweaty face
The lump in my throat!
My son, she said
You too will slaughter a goat...

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Ethos of 10 

They sat, bemused,
 in their inocence;
wearing their guilt, 
braided tight.
Sealed in a pointed star; 
Waiting on the Wolf and Its teeth,
 to severe the braids of gold.
Oh the crimson spurting;  
wasted for free breath....

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Always a thought bothers me.
How the winner should behave
with stuffed ego?

A cipher this side, 
or that side, makes a huge difference
in life.

Some solar retribution
of Yohimbi ?
A victim could wait.

Two severed arms
lay on road, still spurting blood !



SATISH VERMA...

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Always a thought bothers me.
How the winner should behave
with stuffed ego?

A cipher this side, 
or that side, makes a huge difference
in life.

Some solar retribution
of Yohimbi ?
A victim could wait.

Two severed arms
lay on road, still spurting blood !



SATISH VERMA...

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Dancing to creolizing rhythms
singing salty re-ligioned rhymes,
nature’s nurturing nutritious reasons
sexy summer follows spurting spring
before falling into winter’s restoring peace 
somnolent sultry hibernations

Dream dancing 
fertile heart-song seasons
reweaving sinfully sensational 
ecstatic freedoms....

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Turrets are turning,
behind the tanks
exhausts are farting death clouds,
barrels, like angry dicks,
are hot, erect and spurting,
buildings erupt, climaxing
on TV screens.

On both sides of these yonder hill
where the redline bleeds,
blank-eyed children,
play their video games,
while trying to overhear
a merciful God at His prayers....

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PRECIOUS MOMENTS
Clip clop, our shoes go on the cobblestones
As we walk on, daddy and I
Our usual thing
The sun smiling
And us squinting
Talking and laughing
And sometimes advising
Getting a tan
The two bodies are fountains
Spurting out waterfalls of thoughts
And feelings too
We make a pact, daddy and I
Walk buddies forever
And so it was
Until it wasn’t....

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It was more than
I could take.
The phallic paranoia.

Can I come out of 
your body and kneel
before death ?

Less than dark
I dream of the nipples
spurting out venom.

A pumice raft
of the crowd, sailing
on the waves of narcissism.

Invisible sharks
on high seas
open the lambs for salt.

Can you eat your
words please ?
There is nothing left on the plate.


Satish Verma...

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Herded humans
Sweltering trains
Dead cargo
Suffering remains

Gunshot glory
Spurting spite
Guarded genocide
Barbwire lights

Warsaw widows
Stripped of food
Numbered days
Ribs that protrude

Anesthetized surgeons
Screaming knife
Smoldering smokestacks
Vacating life

Conveyor belt corpses
Rolling into ravines
Six million taken
Will no one intervene...

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Patiently pausing

just to clear the doubt

unraveling the misty dust

with its' enthralling vagueness  

Wailing inwardly

spurting witty venom

spilling dreadful hemp        

spinning loathsome web          

with threads

craving for greatness

the web and mind

whirling mindlessly

as one entrapped in a vacuum

swaying hopes

distorting reality...

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Not confused by those lips, Charming

Been peeping the game since day one, two, and three

Honesty pledge a tool, red apple tempting

Pretend confusion a mechanism to aid in the allusion 

A diversion from reality, sleeping

No one fooled, rumpelstiltskin

Not buying the garbage that spurting

I believe you believe it to be true

Living in your own fantasy

Alice in Wonderland you be...

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They were teaching how to butcher
the lamb
and suspend the bines with
drooping hops.
I climbed out of my ashes towards
a marinated moon turned blue in consternation.

Warts and all, here we were ready
to pick up the lost threads to start
a conversation about the hurricane making
landfall, in near future.

After the fall, graffiti appeared on
the clouds, spurting sperms
on the stars.


Satish Verma...

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Here I sit
composing juices spurting
spewing, gushing, splashing,
dripping every wall!

like Mount Etna awakened
my mind erupting with poetic
genius 

like Roman Candles
on 4th of July

up hops lover, the cat

he tangles my hands

mounts the keyboard
demanding, purring

I say, "lover, have you no
respect for art, for my
exquisite, rarer singular mind producing -- 

he meows

needfully reminds me

"nothing more important than
petting" --...

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It felt like he was looking around
though his eyes were viewing him through
ten-thousand other eyes
that shone in the black-cat night.
Atoms were rumbling like boulders
down his spine,
then he turned to water,
a geyser of light spurting out of an artery
of unrecognizable thoughts
that tunneled him into Her.
The Her was looking around him now,
opening him up.
Then he really began to look around.
When he awoke, for a long while
he felt like an empty can of Spam.
He loves Spam....

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An open window smiled invitingly,
she laughed and slowly crept into his room,
he slept on unaware of pending doom,
she smiled, her fangs a scary sight to see.

She softly stroked his face and kissed his throat,
he didn't waken as she broke the skin
and lapped the spurting blood that flooded in,
so sated that her form began to bloat.

Unseen, his wife was watching, grinning wide;
the vampire saved a former battered bride.

written 18th November for Constance's V (vampire) contest...

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