early morning and snails are crossing the sidewalk
there are all sizes and i would guess
age has something to do with size
not all make it across, large and small
young and old
several mashed snails are on the sidewalk
the snails do not move very fast at all
their trails indicate that they are not
crossing in a straight path or line
in fact looking at their trails makes one wonder
why they do not move in a straight line
is it that they are intoxicated or maybe
its a maneuver much the same as ships at sea
use to avoid torpedos
or maybe just possibly they continually forget where
they are going or what they wanted to do
in the first place
when walking i try to avoid stepping on them
but that requires me constantly looking down
and that’s not always possible.
but seeing the snail carnage it gives me
pause as i must assume some make it across
so naturally i must ask “where do escargot?”
Categories:
torpedos, nature,
Form: Free verse
scattered during these quiet moments left to realize its inner source to blend
out of illusion or a parted quest friend to cling to...,
cigarettes
a partner's quest
his kiss throws ya
chased behind a spinning wheel
be mine forever as the magic grim
desperate...,
bury me deep inside
all the tendency to hide
his love is in the simple touch below the sky
two lovers embraced through the carton easy to smoke
one could vape then disappear again
as if the pudding in the cake
no one likes a fake
we chew bananas in torpedos,
18 on the lamb let me be the first to understand
a chewed off monkey the jewel to impress
fetters from out the oven kissing cousins
awake the new days dawn help me get along
from the moon light there is a memory of time gone by
Categories:
torpedos, art,
Form: Free verse
Unblouse your breast
Where to nuzzle and warm
Areola to moisten and mouth
Urgency need, I scarce was born
Unclothe me in all unrighteousness
Sing for me no lullabye
Fetus reflection in alabaster eyes
Yours will forgive me, so softly they plead
The call in my eyes , so loving beguiled
Answers my whisper
Inaudibly you whimper
Reaching for the hearth of your home
Furthermost far, the call of the grave
But if I should die, please bury me here
We slipped passed the guards, their caution neglect
Our passion en-garde, the phallus erect
Discover a pebble in fissurely crag
Rolling in wonders and nacred in pearl
Both of us crying exhortations of love
Loving ungainly like giraffe on the run
Speaking in gibberish, talking in tongues
Becoming immortal banging the drum
Surpassing the portal the bloodhounds unleash
I Mount Vesuvius, youre so within reach
Im falling for you in tubular bells
Demolition crawls
Pots and pans all over the place
Flaming torpedos pock-mark the Earth
Harpooning the squid in ink fibrillation
Ecclectic joy in sense celebration
Two souls arriving from deep within
In baptismal breath I was born once again
Categories:
torpedos, baptism, beach, celebration, love,
Form: Free verse
TORPEDOS’ NAPALM
T remors shocked the penguins of the Arctic Circle.
O rbital the water lobbed in the ocean.
R otating in a circumnavigating format
P enguins dangled high in the air.
E stablishing that quavers do manifest in cold weather,
D issolving the water into a formed ditch.
O nly the vibrations remained.
N uclear bodies lye in rigor mortis.
A ssassinated by the bombastic troposphere.
P lugger material that could be sold
A s thick plastic
L anguor in stillness.
M issiles sent by God.
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Written February 19, 2016!
Categories:
torpedos, adventure, allah, anger, angst,
Form: Acrostic
Minding your own business,
In the sea.
Along came a ship,
To kill me.
They’ve chased my father and my mum,
They’ve killed my grandparents,
And their son.
These little people,
Who carry a gun.
Are totally committed to killing my son.
They don’t seem to fear,
Or care.
No matter how fast I Run,
I can’t get away from that gun.
I should go lower into the sea,
2 miles deep ,out of their reach..
But I don’t Dive Dive Dive,
I’m not a sub, in the sea,
I’m an animal life and should be left be.
I don’t have missles upon my back,
Or torpedos , to shoot back.
I can’t defend and I can’t attack,
I don’t even want to fight back.
I may as well wait here, to get shot in the head.
And my flesh stripped, from my body in strips.
I don’t know why I have to die,
My son and my, sister and my mum, all died under this same gun.
In to breach goes a round now just darkness and no sound.
Now I’m on their ship,
Knives and scalpels take me to bits.
Now theres nothing left of me
Just this poem I leave for thee.
Categories:
torpedos, death, lonely,
Form: Acrostic
searching for words in continuum of
incompleteness, it was a trickle at first, then
a free fall, cerebral fury: I am becoming expansive,
so apposed to verbatim of shrieks, only
in whispers I will talk to delphiniums,
I would walk inside the time capsule, come
and sit besides me for a while, I am tired of
this ghost town, and fleeing shadows of
waning luminories on the horizon in
half-naked blooms;on different shores
U-boats are being lowered with torpedos. I am
waiting for the hurricane
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
torpedos, art,
Form: ABC
The White House has been host to so many galas,
featuring Ambassadors and humble Tailors,
except one night all the guests had a fright,
"bunkering down" in the parlor because
torpedos were set to hit fast and furious,
Some guests thought it was exciting and grew
curious,
others thought it was a false alarm, until the sirens
started wailing, and the sounds of the alarms drowned out the
noise of the festivities,
All the aides tried to secure the valuables,
but the red phone was missing from the Presidential Table,
The First Family had fled to safety, while the visitors
remained quarantined,
No one was permitted to go in or out,
Security was intense, not even the air could circulate
between the doors, the overzealous tried to pry them open with
antique oars,
If the situation wasn't handled properly,
it would have led to blood and gore,
Politicians tried to throw around their clout,
but the secret service confirmed, there was
no way out,
It was a night that provided insight to nuclear war,
stirred up by the most inconspicuous group,
The DAR......
Categories:
torpedos, politicalnight, night,
Form: Light Verse
searching for words in continuum of
incompleteness, it was a trickle at first, then
a free fall, cerebral fury: I am becoming expansive,
so apposed to verbatim of shrieks, only
in whispers I will talk to delphiniums,
I would walk inside the time capsule, come
and sit besides me for a while, I am tired of
this ghost town, and fleeing shadows of
waning luminories on the horizon in
half-naked blooms;on different shores
U-boats are being lowered with torpedos. I am
waiting for the hurricane
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
torpedos, art
Form: I do not know?
today i claim the ocean as mine,
with holy land that is growing with time.
deep under water alchemy changing,
the wind as i'm swept away.
over the waves i dance to the fury of torpedos made of stars.
bliss in my glory of nearing my palace connection to Saturn and Mars.
a chance to set the superior race lost in a division of peace and war.
Ancestors of jewels and gold from the sun the sacred the maker the law.
gathering energy and cruising low i'm free
from the transport given and skating free over waves that guide
i'm sightless and chauffeured driven.
and i come to the point I've waited for
in my human wonderful life
the choice is mine if i dive deep down
to join my atlantian wife.
but the pull is there and im gone.
as i spiral and plunge with the sound of the
tribal song.
the roots of my heritage the long lost land is close like my jewel i lost in the sand.
Categories:
torpedos, adventure, allegory, nostalgia, sea,
Form: I do not know?