Short Unhook Poems

How can one recant a kiss,
Or disignite a spark?
One might as well unhook the stars
And stumble in the dark.

T would be ill-favored to withdraw
So grand a thing as this,
Let passion play without regard
And forever hold, the kiss....

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"He stuck his tongue out at me.
He made the symbol of a gun.
He pretended to shoot me.
This is NOT OKAY!”

This is being yelled to my back.
As I try to unhook this child from a fence,
So, I can lead seventeen children into the school.
I want to stick out my tongue at her, and she is a teacher....

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I: The timid walk.
   To the exposure of mock.
   Attempts to unhook the invisible eye,
   Where am I ?
Me: Infinite warriors under the sea.
       Fetching help; be free.
       Al lost, for that intangible fee.
       Do you remember me?
My: My keen ardour,
       Left alone in the very core....

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Punching Bag


Revile Men who gloat and brag
that wives are their punching bag.
Deplore women also, who mull
wielding Tool to "castrate the Bull!"
Husbands and Wives, alike
must unhook from Anger's spike!
For, both need each other 24/7
and, must not be parallel like 11!


25th September 2013...

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He vacationed with his girlfriend in France,
Where, on the beach, he averted his glance.
Ignoring all the heat,
He kept cool and discreet,
While he carefully adjusted his pants.

'Twas praiseworthy how he tried not to look.
He cautiously put his nose in a book.
Big and itty-bitty,
What he missed, a pity,
'Til his girlfriend said, "please help me unhook."...

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Take a call and bring 
the upside down.
The desire becomes supreme.

Are you going to redeem 
for the lost empire ?
A musk deer will start

the scent-marking.
This was the price of
insecurity in the mob.

Unhook the wounds.
Life will give you
a new pretext to die.

It was an ordinary name.
No prefix and no frills.
You were ready to become anonymous.


Satish Verma...

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I pull back the curtains 
And out I look 
There lay a carriage, oh yes, I’m certain
Suddenly, I hear a knock at my door 
So the lock I unhook 
The door i open 
Standing there, a figure 
A creature of great lore 
Grinning, deceptively it hands me a paper and a pen 
It’s come for my soul I begin to figure 
“I’m not ready” I begin to plea 
Yet, from death there is no where to flee....

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A page is nothing without a word.
Urge the verb.
UNHOOK THE LATCH.
Set the tenses ABLAZE.

Get the NERVE.
TO OBSERVE. THE FURY OF THE FLURRY.
Allow THE MINGLE.
Build the FENCES THAT CONNECT THE
SENSES. 
BREAKDOWN
BUILD SETS OF WORDS.
SEND  TENSES TO SENTENCES.
HENCE
COMMANDING AND STRIKING AFFAIRS OF 
IDEAS.

ABOVE ALL FEED THE MOTION WHICH
PRODUCES THE URGE, WITH FUEL.
A WORD....

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With a wide-eyed grin he slowly dangles his catch 		
a silvery tilapia- first of the first batch				
gingerly gripping the slimy water dweller			
to unhook the hook on that unlucky feller.			
Reaching out graciously, tactile and slim in form			
tiny fingers picking a squirmy  little worm			
a beautifully presented  live dinner bait				
for some sweet and sour fish on his glass dinner plate....

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It could be a granny who is a crook,
or a gigantic fish caught down by the brook,
a hearty german stew you like to cook,
or how about a great person you read about in a book.
or possibly the theory of gravity when you unhook,
or the gravitational pull when you get a certain look,
or maybe that lost packet of gravy found in the nook?
I guess its mostly used for poetry but I thought
I'd take a second look.



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