I’m lying on the edge of a dark drifting ceiling,
Too far below, yet falling through reeling.
This bed of clouds brings comfort but teeming,
The buzzing of insects infesting the dreaming.
Bed-bound by bolas which winding by brain,
Dizzying in effort while I untie in strain.
Cries muffled by specks that trample the feigned,
Droning ‘til deaf, again silent in pain.
Written: November 06, 2023
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A swarm of herring gulls amassed
Nexus Nautilus nabbed by zealous winds,
whitening the black soil
we hold spears in our hands.
blood-stained thorns on the side
sullen squawks a skirmishing sporophyte,
dubious, grayish rumors must be buried
drave in a drizzle, drape to deities.
Installation of sentry fences
Sisyphean stones
anchor down using seal and string
flaws in the swings used by blacksmiths
Unborn burning bullion bludgeon
Savage sunless swords embryonic
Edgeless, with no reflections.
Each peak over the Edenic Steppes is sprayed,
using torn paper candles as bait
climbing scaffolds with lumber rungs
pounding of leather-heavy boots
darkened, grimacing features
Flocks failing feathers or flight.
Our hold slips on windswept
Windswept updrafts carry us away
as offspring of the royal family.
Swarming into her own
She listened deeply
Ideas rendered her brilliant
I am back! She shouted
And she was
Until the next time….
swarming honeybees
dandelions and sweet lilies
mating birds, cool breeze
01/03/2019
Spring Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Deep in slumber he stole her conscious,
Nightmares commanded tears.
She awakes plummeting into wickedness,
Why must her awareness be so deceitful?
A systematic cue floods her senses.
She drops recklessly into weakness.
Yearning for agony to perish,
She will sob with aspirations to reclaim her soul.
She craves the skill to identify what elicits her visions
Is love really a mind over matter situation?
A solid belief of karmic influence becomes
fluidus
but life was questioning again.
You take to wars
with thousand of nukes:
still the daffodils were dancing.
Float me on the bodies of bullet ridden
moons and clouds:
the red river, spiteful, has changed the course.
Ah, the snaky hate
hisses with split tongue.
Mockery of towers plays again.
The dumb leather did not forget
the shape of the baby.
million needles were still crawling.
Thick boundaries were steaming hard.
All nipples, no furs to walk
on the flames.
Satish Verma
The angry bees or the mild
Grew together in the hive in the house next to the tree
Although couldn't understand as a child
That any of bees would hurt me
Those bees mating and taken to flight
Would cover and sting anyone in sight
Where we all alike hit the dirt lying low
Not wanting those bees to sting us that day
Now fifty-seven years later remembering you
You who was a hero to me that way
The orchard probably is not longer there
Wonder if those bee hives' boxes still sit
Next to the house at the edge of orchard
Or did those bees go back into the side
The side of the house through that tiny hole
Back to their hive and family
A solid belief of karmic influence becomes
fluidus
but life was questioning again.
You take to wars
with thousand of nukes:
still the daffodils were dancing.
Float me on the bodies of bullet ridden
moons and clouds:
the red river, spiteful, has changed the course.
Ah, the snaky hate
hisses with split tongue.
Mockery of towers plays again.
The dumb leather did not forget
the shape of the baby.
million needles were still crawling.
Thick boundaries were steaming hard.
All nipples, no furs to walk
on the flames.
SATISH VERMA
A solid belief of karmic influence becomes
fluidus
but life was questioning again.
You take to wars
with thousand of nukes:
still the daffodils were dancing.
Float me on the bodies of bullet ridden
moons and clouds:
the red river, spiteful, has changed the course.
Ah, the snaky hate
hisses with split tongue.
Mockery of towers plays again.
The dumb leather did not forget
the shape of the baby.
million needles were still crawling.
Thick boundaries were steaming hard.
All nipples, no furs to walk
on the flames.
SATISH VERMA
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