My
little
grandson, sweet,
exuberant,
and untainted by
unspoken rules that say
to keep a social distance,
ran up to a lone gentleman
seated at the restaurant we left,
touched the old man’s knee, and blew a kiss ‘bye.
in a colorful array
love comes to life
in its bold magnificence
from the inexhaustible grandiose
to the infinitely humble
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~SUNSETTING WHISPERS~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Today I sit and wonder how where
when what
How did we manage too fall out of
love so quickly?
Was I then so absent minded not to
see how our love evaporates like
mist in the sun?
Where did we gone wrong, that we
lost something that is so precious?
When did you realise that our love
was not ment to be? When have you
decided that its ok to fall in love with
the next victim? Did I then not love
you enough. Have I treated you so
bad?
What have I done so wrong that my
words of I love you has fallen on
deaf ears?
So today I'm wondering
How do I get your love?
Where are we going with our love?
When will I have too stop trying?
But perhaps the biggest qeustion
is...
What do I need to be, to be worthy of
your love...
Even if it is just your untainted love?
It in now dark.
Talking of exposed genitalia
I go into a terrible shock.
A compulsive deceit
takes hold of the attention.
The candle burns me inside.
Between eyes
a *chakra uncoils, like a Naja.
Strikes ! You are stricken-
with a bulbar palsy.
No haemorrhage. A purple venom
spreads in the whole nativism.
Voices move in half-lit corridor.
The doors do not lead to rooms.
All exits disappear.
A chandelier crashes. You
are awakened from a deep slumber.
A poem is born.
*In Indian thought a chakra is the center of spiritual power in the
human body. They are seven in numbers.
Satish Verma
He was of a tawny color,
so simple was he,
positive in all his ways,
skillful, neat and tiddy,
was he.
Modest was he not,
only untainted love
he gave away,
feeding time
was an adventure,
for him, it was
hi-lite of his day,
except our walks,
he would not delay.
Untainted love,
return I to him,
so pure in heart
is this wonderful
friend of mine.
Untainted love,
is all he knows
love this dog,
of mine and
his untainted love.
wrote 1-16-07 For my dog Murphy who on June 26,2008 I have had him 11 years.
You are my morning dawn
…My evening dusk
Features of essence ever changing
Your eyes the flame of desire
…A calm cool wind
The light of the sun and blushing moon
You’re my crossing into fantasy
…The voice of reality
That breath of life I deeply inhale
Your softly mordant smile
…A presence realized
Flashing sparks igniting my spirit
You possess of abilities magic
…A powerful flow
Feeding the passion of my soul
You only need lay your embering touch
…Ethereal fingers caress
Melting my fear I lay at your feet
You’re silent shadowed departure
…Icing the walls to a shimmer
From the light I bear inside for you
Interminable love…
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