Short Unthought Of Poems

Thinking thoughts unthought
Thinking thought unthinked
Thinking thoughts unthunk
I know which i prefer...

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I've always thought that there is a darkness
right between the spot where my thoughts
begin to dissipate
and the flesh begins to shine
in the dark place
the unthought thoughts
never aware...

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Stuck in front of camera
waiting to hear the cut
Speaking words secondhand
And thinking all unthought
And letters old as time
cower in the shadow of forgotten
and communication
Just 
lines of ones and noughts...

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Self-portrait:
Undressing- 
in moon.

Drinking: 
from the eyes, 
in city of words.

The shadow: 
of something unthought, 
falls on my earth.

I become: 
a ceramic Buddha. 
A seed hardens.

Grain by grain:
I dismantle myself 
to find the water.


Satish Verma...

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what has been done cannot be undone
what has been said cannot be unsaid
what has been thought cannot be unthought
what has been lost cannot be unlossed
what I have done I have done 
what I have said I have said
what I have thought I have thought
what I have lost I have lost
no yesterday
no tomorrow…...

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Whispering
thoughts to one's idlest fancy,
Imagining feelings
to one's innermost soul.
Babbling inanities,
crying insanities,
Wondering, wandering
alone and alone.

Where does it take one,
where does it want one,
where does it seduce one
along the strange source
of forbidden mysteries,
of unexplored paths,
of untouched feelings,
of ecstasies unknown,
or unthought of.

Where will it end?...

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Enjoined forever and never to part
I duly heed your warning dear heart
Solitude becomes me although somewhat subdued
Open to avenues unthought of and so new
I walk around in splendour totally engrossed
So wanton so wilfull so wicked so wildly lost
I take each step in this life so exciting
I look at each situation so inviting
Right or wrong my conscience voices
Yet painfully aware I am of my choices...

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A nation crammed with multitudes of aspects
little by little felling the walls
to the strictist regime,womens equal unthought
not before time their veils can fall.

A muslim law governed by fear
suddenly looked upon,more bravely sight
tumbled are those,gaining collateral
in their place,to where they belong.


Paul beadnall.



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You re-house Machiavelli’s soul in your foul frame
That soul great guides your head and heart;
Not what you learnt from the kitabs
Beacon to you is Lucifer’s own light.

With verisimilitude unseen,
With finesse unthought of,
You pose as a Judhishtir.
But Dharmaputra, I know you 
Engineer mischief meanest.
You are the mid-husband of
Old rustic plot,
Vile stinking villain
You know not- unhiegynically you rot....

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Childish eyes all bright and new,
all encompassing,alive,
unending days,years ahead,
sleep comes easy in our bed;
Taut skin,strength of vibrant youth,
old age remote and unthought,
the future is tomorrow;
Our seed into another
soon springs forth and generates
rings to the family tree,
pa to granpa,comes to be;
Then at this one step removed
we step aside and observe,
reflect,look back,not ahead..
sleep,less easy,in our bed....

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That icy channel of forlorn
My father's faith was not conform.
Controlled by errant struggle, ne'er reform -
All error was my parenting, lost scorn -

Could not disciple discipline, his worn
by times sent wayward, needed to calm storm.
My learning, was so strung, so longing's torn
with violence of war, unthought of mourn.

Torture sensing reason - ne'er loving, warm -
        I buried this, my childhood -
            .....to be born!...

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Childish eyes all bright and new,
all encompassing,alive,
unending days,years ahead,
sleep comes easy in our bed;
Taut skin,strength of vibrant youth,
old age remote and unthought,
the future is tomorrow;
Our seed into another
soon springs forth and generates
rings to the family tree,
pa to granpa,comes to be;
Then at this one step removed
we step aside and observe,
reflect,look back,not ahead..
sleep,less easy,in our bed.

 | Year Posted 2010...

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I read my words
of my confused past
I still have not heard
I still move to fast

Hasty unthought decisions
and I try to commit
cuts like an incision
at least I can admit

all is back to normal
at least in appearance
as I act formal
and you show tolerance

For what reason
I will never know
winter is my season
the cold will never go

I shall never see the spring
never see my flower bloom
or the robin sing
for I always end happiness to soon...

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