Short Truancy Poems

Moments of clarity stop the clock,
but time rolls on and on

Unrecorded, to stay embedded 
in each wish unfulfilled

Tranquilizing the fleeting doubt 
that truancy sets free

Returning with the future claimed 
—to liberate the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)...

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The way you speak,
The way you smile,
Makes my emotions leak;
For a while.
The intensity of our glances,
Always influence my heart to do prances.
Your caressing words,
Influencing the birds,
That fly in the sky,
Where truancy lies. 
The dominate passion,
Suiting your fashion.
Surrounding our love,
With the wings of a dove....

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Did the scarecrow ever leave Oz,
put his new brain in a bucket by the door
like an unwanted umbrella,
then go jogging back down the yellow brick road
to his post in the cornfield?

Did the crows again mock him,
marking his truancy like a flock of high priests,
their caw of unforgivenness invoking an evil wind
to carry it over the Emerald City,
shattering dreams into a million green shards?...

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At school played silly truancy, 
Back came with hateful pregnancy! 
She’d just intended The Irksome.
For being by custom troublesome’….

But it was all too venturesome, 
Beauty giving a son handsome 
Plus one more prize – The Sad Gift:
From school Owner did her lift; 
From the rest permanent shift, 
Official reason: ‘Spend thrift’…

Never again be present, 
As he would her sight resent....

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Do not attempt to entertain with bold atrocities.
Do not think us lulled by mind numbing mediocrity.
The past the present meld, turn and burn with brash idiocy.
Unkindness will relent to core spirituality.

The horrors fed to masses freed or chained in lunacy,
will not debase the Grace of His supremacy.
Humanity WILL RISE, preserving the reality,
Not entertained nor lulled by governmental truancy!...

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It was in reach for, 
a chilling sensation. 
           A flame of the moon.

The world shrinks.
You become ready 
           for the direst consequences.

You deserve to be hurt 
in the arms of truancy, 
           without a trace of remorse.

The wounded breast.
It wanted to disappear?
            and come back in dark.

Frozen, the repeat hymn.
It lives in my heart.
How can I forget you,
             O, my tormentor !


Satish Verma...

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