A curse that’s worse than the pandemic
Greedier populist verse became totemic
No halt of their catapult assault systemic
Seedier social media game now endemic
Whether it be some chanting panting cleric
Will ration all compassion not really angelic
Always decanting another ranting hysteric
Doubts planting the enchanting evangelic
Oligarchy malarkey their tarnished polemic
Climate fires rage but won’t call the medic
Derails with varnished tales any academic
Preening demeaning all left leaning satiric
Dystopian & myopian totally Machiavellic
We burn they’re still lippy well it’s generic
With their heinous intravenous hypodermic
Even if taciturn with boring name like Derek
Yearn for return of hippy trippy psychedelic
Not dippy all learn nature can be mesmeric
Don’t spurn love soars above stratospheric
Let’s parley about pasta as World famous as the rasta Bob Marley
With potato rascal parcel not American Italian stallion like Rocky
Cocky stubby not ice hockey puck but stocky chubby soft gnocchi
Pizza is also a master blaster for those who chose good food faster
Cool old school cellar creamy mozzarella dreamy stellar mortadella
Better also for pancetta regatta bold umami tsunami of salami army
Drunken rapscallions parmesan medallions gold from sunken galleons
More is less finesse caress expedient ingredient largess will impress
Motto in gourmet grotto wins the lotto is of course Goddess risotto
Totemic signature vinegar star Balsamic the talismanic tsar in a jar
By the way we're told they say come what may ever day "agrodolce"
a
taxonomical
neo-geo
connoisseur
moves on again
to
a totemic
astonishment
of many
yet
stifling
in every sense
&
in it all
prosaic
inspiration
poetically described
as
dystopian reimaginings
of flotsam
a natural
detritus
embedded
yet
not belonging
littered with empty
kitsch
inlaid with
a peripatetic
identity
&
linguistic
incomprehensiblity
a
perfected
undertaking
before
disillusionment
was growing
into
an insular
mutely
societal moment
a
tormented
self-portrait
to
reflect
the days
but instead
depicted
a recognition
of
largely passing
decades
hoisted
&
seared
in
a
retrospective
survey
A hush came upon
The noon time sun
The season has gone
with this ground undone.
In snow as feathers
fall landing soundless
I see its letters
In perfection's guess.
The sky the paragraph
The tomb of gone time
In an icing of a draft
Giving a totemic rhyme.
My stores are poor
The land to yield
This season no more
As buried in this field.
In Spring to find the means
To be drawn to rivulets
And meandering streams
To sea by tidal inlets.
Love is Acupuncture
Voodoo Needles
Punctuation of the heart
Emotions create
Chemical desires
Into control
The mind enslaves
Its worth to another
Companions girth
Like mother earth
And giving birth
Blind unkind we bind
To join first kissing
What is missing
To circle hole the totemic shift
That lift together
Forevermore
Partnership is the core
We bore till death
Abdicating the shadows;
totemic.
I return back to dig up the buried-
moon from the ruins of poetry.
It benumbs.
No response was coming from
cajoling the black secrets-
of time-cast.
A storm was raging in a pack
of emptiness. Like a dead fly
between the pages of skulls.
I couldn’t find the exact words.
The religion of wish-lists.
Can you find the end of desires ?
From thought to thought-
was there any vision ?
Satish Verma
Longing for the rainforest,
the smell of life eternal springs
and wafts across the oceans deep
to my chilly home to bring..
images of orchards bright
in high trees with roots a dangling
of butterflies, I've never seen
and crocodiles prey wrangling.
Longing for the forest in spring
the eastern coast of Australia,
the gushing falls high above all
Kingfishers dressed in regalia.
I dream of Daintree and sky walks
above the forest's fecund floor
of mangrove trees riverside,
rousing morning doves galore..
Ghadja I, ghost spirit white,
I dream of Australian spring time
far across the deepest sea
down under I walk in dreamtime.
*In the animist framework of Australian Aboriginal mythology,
Dreamtime is a sacred era in which ancestral totemic spirit beings
created the world.
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