After Serial Blasts To Make A Point
+2After seeding the clouds
they were going to buy wet lips.
Seven minutes to make a bomb:
a micro-chip, ammonium nitrate and a circuit,
one headless body squirts a long jet of blood.
Run, run for the cover, with nuggets of
wailing times. Black walls intercept the flames.
A nimbus suspends the door.
Cryptic commands fail. A body sprawls
on payment for wheels to move. You
hand me a child to find his bilolgical mother.
A long manifesto makes the cadaver shrink.
Clocks spin in frenzy. Mirrored people
look like ghosts. A city burns.
Submitted by Satish Verma.
Shifting Pain
+2A silent wrath sits in a pool
of blood, will start a battle
over the footprints of sponges
who soaked the history.
The flow of endurance, lava on
the tongue triggers discontent
for a riot of spawned hunger.
One transparent self under the rocks
moans, falls to explosion, sways in
dim smoke. For the authenticity of future
we are killing the serpent
who drinks milk
from your hands
and protects your treasure.
The tranquility is little bloated
like grape seed extract.
Submitted by Satish Verma.
New Kings
0And there was history
to map the terror. A neoplasm
was arising suddenly in the aching skull.
Chorus of wailing: the burning will not go.
Clouds of dense smoke were mindless.
All the centuries were smouldering
in the hearts of waiting children
while the bombs were swaying from the tree tops.
The fat men and women were melting down
to define the master and slave in the
dark chambers of commerce. The ravaged
body of truth anoints itself with blood.
Submitted by satish verma.
Predatory
0Surge of rage in domes of violence
skins the history, becomes a frozen embryo
of genetic markers, shimmers in society,
race and native shirts.
Enters into the creation of a saga
accomplished by advancing poppies;
there was no connection to ancestors.
Brutalizing golden dawn
leaves a bitter taste.
They were fighting with broken swords.
Virgin flesh becomes moon face,
bloats for a fatal jump,
on to the widow’s peak
of a dancing star at sun-set point.
The innocence cleaves the night
to implant the bride’s lips.
I am lost in a sheared landscape
there is no singing tree.
Submitted by satish verma.
Strange Love
-1How many times I’ve told you
That I really do love you
How many times you’ve said to me,
“You trust me with all your life.”
But why you always ask
As if it’s an important task,
If you could ever imagine
How vast is my love,
I think you’d be speechless.
Do you think it is funny
To question every word I say?
I now begin to doubt your love
If it would last for a day.
Yes, I have known you
Over a short period of time
But it doesn’t mean
You are out of the range.
It sounds crazy I guess
But I love you always
Because you give meaning
In my miserable life.
You give me a bright smile
And the love I always admire
I know, darling, you are worried
But I’m here to make you understand.
I won’t bring you any pain
I promise you’ve so much to gain.
Please, listen to me now.
I’ll love as long as you want me too.
I love you, you’re the air that I breath
And that’s absolutely the truth.
Submitted by Alon Calinao Dy.
Reasoning
0There was a portrait under the landscape.
Whispering of clouds,
writhing body and
tense folds.
The sorrows hold out
a veiled threat.
Mortality itself will finish the epic abstraction?
I am not sure, and then the fog rises.
Afraid of flames –
a man was burning alive in inferno,
the red blooms of serial blasts.
A hairy bigfoot runs through the passions.
The fractured faith scatters wild words
like childhood screams.
The very living was night of kills
a freedom in movement of time.
Submitted by Satish Verma.
Curvature
0The visible was most
invisible.
Watching the moon
through veil.
A bomb explodes
in your hands.
The poem wavers-
and then falls on dew.
This was not bone-green;
original,
not a fake cloud –
to kiss the feet
of a burning god.
It was natural conjugation
between enemies.
Submitted by Satish Verma.