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In the club “My Quaint Rebirth”
It’s a sheltered place, so quiet
It’s a paradise on earth
Drinks are free so are the snacks
Smoking is allowed
Come inside, sit down, relax
Get your pint of stout
You don’t have to say a word
If you feel like this
Anyway your word is heard
Never to be missed
Your most daring thoughts were said
Centuries ago
And most likely you have read
Some of them before
You were bound to come up
Just by chance, you think
Welcome to the beggars pub
Give yourself a wink
Everyone you see is friendly
No one talks too much
You feel safe and unpretending
In a place like such
And the only news you get
Tell of sport and weather
Makes it all soon to forget
Cause they blend together..
Bushes budding; branches protruding
Beautiful roses stately posing
Shady limbs slowly extending
Colorful green leaves unpretending
The sound of creeks, dams, and ditches
The wonder of lakes, ponds, and their riches
Twisting waterways shouting in early spring
Chirping birds join God's orchestra as they sing
And welcome the rushing water flowing from the hills
Every mortal and entity within sound or sight stand still
Those soothing night breezes after a long hot summer's day
Draw me near, embracing me, offering me a sweet tranquil stay.
080520PSCtest, Nature Rhyming, Brenda Chiri
The supermoon was rising with
a great aplomb to shame the stars.
At night the buttercups wage a war.
Come unpretending, as you, not him,-
on the lake, becoming a stranger to
yourself. There ia an endless nocturnal confession.
Do you know the poison tree blooms,
when the golden eagle rises to take a dive
on the row of funerals.
Satish Verma
At that time
I was thinking something else
when you gave me a half-kiss,
my winter naked moon.
A souvenir left by sun
for the sake of night. I remembered
pink roses
unpetaling green thighs-
for quest of shelter in civil war
of reminiscences.Merciful was the landslide
which buried the whispers of
dead dreams.
Unpretending, unleaping, the ocean
sucks the grief of clouds. The
rains have started a dance
for the suicidal gods.
Satish Verma
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