Short Visionaries Poems
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Anyone with two eyes can see
especially gents who look at knees
The apparel aisle labeled ‘Party Dress’
should be renamed ‘Partly Dressed’
Exclusive wise men merely elect the poetry road.
On a mysterious slate, visionaries upload.
They scarcely observe chalk fixed to class desks.
His odd name is etched with crucial specks.
beyond such horizon is beauty
learning alternatives for different
outcome besides being followed
watched or critized
atonement has made to see such
pain dreams prayers and visionaries
in thy or thus
survive will know thus by thou by
thy therefore
conscience-stricken You
Form:
Taken from the work room of nature
An ability which is inbuilt and a default
Labeled on skills and fixed on the DNA
Executed wonderfully to seem a miracle
Noticed and groomed from an early stage
Takes the owner to heights reached by visionaries
Independently individualistic
Burning man scorching communal display
Visionaries lifting sequenced dove mirages
A clapping happiness of quantum intrigue
Nature made creativity, man made himself
Stored through eternal feminine crystals
We are all that we've ever been
Consult your life, find it renewed
Love and life ,now lost in time .
Deluded dreams that drive the hope .
When meaningful moments marched in rhyme
For pauper,priest ,Prince and Pope .
Sceptics scan each scrap of news
With time and tide precision tools ,
Where visionaries vent their victory views.
For friend and foe's forgiving fools .
Coaxing
Words from limbo
Into life.
Slipping them from
The pocket of
Your muse, onto
Eager paper.
Lovely linen,
Thick with roses.
Or threaded with
Barb-wire.
Altar for the gentle
Blood of visionaries,
Mingled with axle grease
For sturdy wordsmiths
Eager to lay concrete verse
Lasting beyond time.
here they come
visionaries of our time
friends from the old
yet feeding on our ignorance
subtle as they are
they lurk privily for their own lives
their net spread in the sight of any bird
taking away life of owners thereof
for the haste to shed blood
their destruction like a whirlwind
deceitfully accruing to themselves
Mountain View
With the ascended smoke
the sky was gloomy
Darkened times
creeping up
stealing the era
Killing the resolve
rhyming another song
Playing discordant tunes
ragging the future of the now
saddled with a tinted view
The vision becomes blurry
as the visionaries
became soulless hordes
taking chunks of yesterday
From the hopes of today
A new river
rolls by prodded by
visionaries
Do you see them walking by
while the rainbow taught us to walk?
You
shouldn't
care
what your enemies - or even your friends think
Get over it! and keep on creating
It will keep you alive!
A famous poet I know of
ran a candy store for years
while writing ode, after ode, after ode
He is a good example for us all!
ARTEFACTS
recreated
as
a colossus
in time
using
dimensional depiction
extended
into reality
a glimpse
of the past
with
the possibility
of consolations
begetting beauty
melancholy
steeped in
its ethereal glory
to reflect
on the
inspiration
fashioned
mirrored
in
conceptual space
discovered
by
visionaries
&
expressionist
glowing
in a
maximalist style
Verily do I separate myself from her celestial face; seems thorough that symbolically setting the tune
For a ceremony of God's grace
Acting only by reacting to what's enate
As if I've been lifted skyward to God's plate
To rule over all that God's created
With a kiss from her lips
She seduces all man's passions
No should I miss your warming embrace
I've subdued my passions
A visionaries vitality
complex web of beats
when we deviate
from the accepted
norms conventions
we are alienated exiled
or even executed
she is eloquent
we kill our visionaries
misogynistic zombies
she is spread on the
wavy green grass pondering
our skin touching
biased weird perspective
perception of the ephemeral
intangible moment of love
boom bap with a bouncy twist
conceptual rhythms culminating in
abstract cerebral eruptions
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tue 5,42 am
Form:
To drill a hope in the drowned soul
was very difficult,
winds had blown away
the talisman.
Stress was palpable,
you could tear the weather with empty hands.
Mists had walked into the houses
to pick up the burning cheeks.
Man was playing with nature
until death time.
Stones piled up,
burning tyres on the road.
Visionaries were celebrating the all blinds
day, in an echo chamber_
and all the people were standing
on no-man’s-land for peaceful coexistence.
SATISH VERMA
To drill a hope in the drowned soul
was very difficult,
winds had blown away
the talisman.
Stress was palpable,
you could tear the weather with empty hands.
Mists had walked into the houses
to pick up the burning cheeks.
Man was playing with nature
until death time.
Stones piled up,
burning tyres on the road.
Visionaries were celebrating the all blinds
day, in an echo chamber_
and all the people were standing
on no-man’s-land for peaceful coexistence.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Wishing for you
to glide into your shadow
under cover of night
follow your footsteps
into my waiting arms...
I await your shadow
to loom at my door
no shadow but yours
the wind through my open door
blows the restless curtains
the wind thoughts of you stir...
We love in the shadows
but like the roses I give you
their shadows love the sun
they also love the dark
like our love that is a lightless mystery...
Visionaries within the darkest-sight
we choose to love...
~ ~ ~ ~
This donkey demonstrates my status,
That nothing can be said about us,
I’m yours, like a child you put upon it,
Like a product, you want to buy a bit.
You’re free to lift me up in your lives,
And if you do I’ll ride with no contrives,
My name will mean something right,
And by using it you will have height.
No sour feelings and no bad thoughts,
You’re not visionaries or care robots,
Yours is the present, your responsibility,
Not future times or my future credibility.