Saturday, December 31, 2011

TRADING DESIRES

this one reminds me of suicide bombers. Very well written. Enjoyed! Happy New Year! Hugs- Catie Lindsey

Thursday, December 29, 2011

TWILIGHT

Interesting poem, Satish! You've got some wonderful lines in this one. Enjoyed!- Catie Lindsey

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

NAILED

I really liked the last "set". I do enjoy your inspirational postings.- Lady Dragonwyck

THREE FACES

Yes, three faces -- among the multitudes -- to see. A couple of days ago, I saw a remarkable face on Skype, the face of a young woman named Joy.

My nephew Tyler is visiting her at her family's home in Buenos Aires during his winter holiday break from college. He met her some time ago in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, and spent only a short time with her but made plans with her then to visit her in Argentina.

I hadn't met her before the Skype call, but it took just a moment of seeing her Joy-full smile to understand why Tyler decided to spend his break with her. It wasn't an ordinary smile. It was a smile that just came welling up from her being and brimming over from her with no affectation, continually and more and more joyful as the minutes of the call passed. It felt as if her beaming face was a healing vortex.- Dick

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Monday, December 26, 2011

TOELESS FEAR

Darkly beautiful with its lone starshine.-  Dick 

GENERATION

'Each death becomes a daisy" Optimism of a poet. And the ancient lingua franca ought to be pregnant with meaning.-U K Atiyodi, Kandangali, Payyanur

Sunday, December 25, 2011

THE FROST

If you walk the distance with great determination then spring follows the streams of winter and peace follows the chaos. Good poem .-  Nikunj

Friday, December 23, 2011

INTEGRITY

I'm still not getting it but you have some raw feeling leaking through there man, and elsewhere
maybe it would good for others to understand how you feel in a way that they can understand?
we think our troubles are so unique, that not knowing their story no-one 'other' could possibly fathom their depths and twists
so our minds hold us in their thrall and we churn like worms on its hooks
needing freedom,
trading it in for images and concepts.

I think there is a place for being elusive, not sowing seeds in sand etc.
but I doubt that this is it.

who am I to say?
I am you, in a way
are you listening to yourself?- DJW

the sky
unopened

the awe
blows me away
like wind on the sand
and the moon rising

angels
I have yet to meet- Kailashana 

PAIN OF ELEGY

Lord, how I love your poems. I rarely if ever, get them intellectually (why would anyone want to grasp a poem intellectually is beyond me), but oh, how they resonate in me! You and Silent are cut from the same cloth. Sometimes I think you're the same person.-  Kailashana

Kailashana wrote:Lord, how I love your poems. I rarely if ever, get them intellectually (why would anyone want to grasp a poem intellectually is beyond me), but oh, how they resonate in me! You and Silent are cut from the same cloth. Sometimes I think you're the same person.

I see the power, and emotion, in his language too and have asked him to help me understand what he is saying twice now with no response but, in response to your (why would anyone want to grasp a poem intellectually is beyond me) I will share my thoughts with you, with whom I already feel a deep respect.

I don't think a poem is a piece of art. I think it is a communication.
Art, for one crude definition, may be that expression of being that has no borders or boundaries and can be interpreted by the beholder however they see fit. Expressive art does not need a listener, a watcher, it just is, with or without you.

The concept of using language to express being is, in itself, bordered by the fact that we each of us share the collective mind that was bought into being by those very same words. Without language we humans would not think, this is a fact. We would be, and feel, and exist, but we would not think. Our thoughts can in turn be used to show each other the content, the warp and weft of our minds, and this is more than good, I would argue it is necessary if we are to mend our wicked ways, at all.

The limitation of everyday language is that it hopelessly fails at expressing the indefinable, naturally, by definition.

When we wish to communicate something other than the technical 'how to, where from, what for' of being and reach into the deeper nature of our consciousness then the very words that we need to use to understand each other serve to both open the gate and then effectively stand in its way.

Enter the poem.

A way of expressing the extraordinary in an ordinary way, through speech. Music, painting, dreaming, dancing, cooking, love-making, all the non-verbal ways of connecting to each other, of being, are gloriously free of this terrible impediment of words and their interpretations. Hence the poet's natural wish to free the language so and loosen any bounds of convention.

I understand this impulse but I reject it, only and purely in the poem. This is my reason

If I hear someone and I do not understand them then I have the choice to ignore them or to try harder or differently to understand them better. If I just ignore them then, well who cares really, people are ignoring each other all over the world right now, so what. If I try harder or differently to understand them and I get somewhere then great, well done me. But if I still do not get what they are saying no matter how much I squint my eyes at it then I have another option, to ask them to how me understand it, or even just to tell me again, in a way that I may grasp.

For myself, I feel that if someone has not understood me then the fault lies with me first. I have been too obscure, or clever, or elusive. Often it is my ego's wish to appear mystical and wise that is behind the veiled language that I have used to effectively hide what it was that I wanted to say. When I could have said something simply I said it with some flourishes, some panache, and left my listener untouched or worse, bewildered.

Most people choose the 'ignore' option. Which is why poets are generally left only talking to each other.

We can do better, but 'we' don't have to. I am only speaking for myself.
What do you think?- DJW

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Thursday, December 22, 2011

NOBODY WEEPS

Oh My! My heart sighs at this deeply passioned verse... Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing- Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2

Sunday, December 18, 2011

UNENDING WAR

A successful portrait of an ongoing failure ... or has peace ever been a natural state of being in a world where all life depends on the death of something else? Vegetarians kill and eat plants who have themselves been nourished by the degraded remains of plants and animals that have passed before. " A city cries. The siren screams again." is my favorite part of your thought provoking poem.- york2frisco

PATTERN

I like the image of waves because there is always another coming. We can work on changing the patterns in our lives. One thing I do is to make note of suggestions I may to myself throughout the day. Some of them need couter sugestions.- sstoth0

What a lot said in these few lines, everything in it so evocative and interactive. Waves in the same sea.- Dick

to touch the earth,
a fish must drown
and wash ashore

there is a light we
must follow, patterns of
density and viscosity,
membranes entrained
in the sound of water.....- Kailashana

Saturday, December 17, 2011

HALF-CLOSED LIDS

Vermaji, Very powerful poem. Better than your recent poems. Congratulations.- K.H.Prabhu, Kumta, Karnataka

Very dark, bleak and graphic. True, we cannot wish away it. Thanks for sharing, Sir.- Seshu Chamarty, Hyderabad-

TIMES BURDEN

I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Satish. I hope you have a wonderful weekend. I am going to see if I can write something for a couple contests this weekend. Hope you find the inspiration to do the same. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours. Love- Carol Brown

this is really nice!!!- David Rombo

Friday, December 16, 2011

WORDLESS SILENCE

Some powerful lines, SV
Especially liked the 2nd stanza.- Kailashana

AWARENESS

Leaving for San Diego....will be back in a few....Best to you!-LightH2O

Deep, much food for thought here. Well penned.- LightH2O

Effort knows the hidden inside the debris , the short steps seem longer than life yet the oasis apeear behind the curtain of heat that mar the spirit ...- Nikunj

The heart gasps and then the wind goes silent. Only heat can be seen in the distance as it wriggles in the air above the desert. Such and epiphany is an empty brass casing on the ground. A poet friend. RH Peat- Ron Peat

Thursday, December 15, 2011

*DEPRESSION

I'm so grateful for poetry and the net, just looked him up. Another story I would never have known
but for you & wiki.

I also thought *haungered* was a misspell or unfamiliar word. I found dozens of your poem under google search in association with depression.

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Are you perchance a doctor? Thank you.- Kailashana

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DEATH’S REVERSAL

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

WOUNDED FLIGHT

"Like my lost children"? I hope it's just an artistic expression and not really a personal loss. Beautifully expressed as usual.- LightH2O

Heartfelt write. Its quite unfortunate to lose loved ones.- narain, jay p.

EXISTENTIAL DILEMMMA

A great great poem really enjoyed it. a great write.-  Dave Walker

Anarchy

Like this, a truly great write. A fantastic poem.
May i invite you to read my new poem called,
Lights Of Justice.- Dave Walker

Monday, December 12, 2011

CONSENSUAL

denied, it sounds...- James T. Adair

Your lines are so beautiful, I love the last stanza so brave. Blessings to you.- LightH2O

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Sunday, December 11, 2011

de

hmmmm. two doves went into a fire, one burned the other flew out.- Journey Mcknight

Friday, December 9, 2011

LOST MY NAME

1st. Did you feel the (pain) or results of the explosion at the market? 2nd. I feel dead, wood spirits? empty deities? started a fire dance 3rd, The healing comes form the blood of the knife or sword, they say that death has purity 4th, riots, hunger, slaughter of the young, 5th, the makers of weapons repenting for their destruction, you've started to deny.- LightH2O

LOAVES

First stanza depicts a family tragedy, 2nd stanza yet burning of tree signifying burial, yet time went on, 3rd stanza- you were so sad that part of you felt dead, you were confused, 4th stanza- at the very height of all this it felt empty, you asking about the tiny truth allowed to us insignificant (primate) man or are we to become as animals (snakes) destroying our own.- LightH2O

ASH POEM

So true, rebuttal will not convey the truth, the reality... love that stanza before the last (4th stanza) sounds like you were at a funeral listening to music and arms unwrapped depict you're not dead, so "arms around the portrait of life" means you're alive. Last stanza is a little mysterious to me? Hmm, if he is a priest why does he deny the god? this is a wild guess on last stanza, could it be that the priest has swollen knuckles from practicing gliding sport, so he is not really interested in god but more on doing his sport? in other words the priest's heart is not really in his job, just a pretender, therefore the words "who denies the god" You sure make me think... I appreciate reading your work...thanks and blessings!- LightH2O

PUZZLES

Morning, Sir. I felt peace with this write. And memories, good memories. I enjoyed very much.- Lady Dragonwyck

Thursday, December 8, 2011

HE WHO LEARNS MUST SUFFER

Thank God I was blessed with stupid Teachers that protected me from that pain! - Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR

I agree with Nijunj, the price of learning comes with suffering, that is clear in the poem the other points are also important just not easy for me to pin point. Another great write.- LightH2O

no learning comes without suffering and there is a great learning in that too . I like the vivid imagery here and the strong lines of thoughts which hold the reader in awe and surprise. wonderful piece sir- Nikunj

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Wednesday, December 7, 2011

GENEROSITY

I don't know?...but it all sounds very interesting... thanks for sharing.- LightH2O

Generosity begins at home.- Debs

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

TABLEAU

An amazing write -- very in-depth and inspirational. Your always wonderful writes.- Lady Dragonwyck

Monday, December 5, 2011

TRADING DESIRES

Your poem eludes me tonight? but I enjoyed reading and trying to decipher the meaning.- LightH2O

SHAMEFUL

I probably did not understand it's true meaning, but I still enjoyed it very much.- LightH2O

Death sneaks upon us, while we cheat each other. Blood spilled on the house of the dead. Enemies step on their dead ancestors, not caring as fertility will be left to insemination, leaving no one to answer any questions... my sins are darker each day.- LightH2O

great write with such power- Ency Bearis

Excellent.- Yarbrough

Sunday, December 4, 2011

TWILIGHT

Your speech for "fading integrity" is well expressed, I agree time favors no one.- LightH2O

DIARY

That last stanza is so wise, non of us are without fault...TFS!- LightH2O

DARK CORNERS

Dark indeed... Intriguing read.- Safiyyah, UK

Saturday, December 3, 2011

CROSSING NAMES

"fire in her eyes and ice on her lips" sounds like a bad scenario to endure ...- jude forese

IN SELFISH

Only the author knows of his thinking, yet in metaphorical language it is rather powerful.
Death of one way to bring new life.- Andy Turner

UNJOINTED

I especially like the 3rd and 4th stanzas Satish. Was it stupid to hope or tend one thing more than the other? We know not what the future holds.- Janna Hill

EVERLASTING

EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE...WE 'RETRACE THE PATHS' OF WHAT HAS...OR...COULD HAVE BEEN. WE RETRACE 'DEAD THINGS'. THANK GOD FOR THE WISDOM TO QUICKLY 'CLOSE THE DOOR' AND MOVE AHEAD ON OUR JOURNEYS TO..- Joyce Bell

PUZZLING

Satish, I know that the time-consuming service you're involved in outside teahouses may not allow you to read this comment, but I'll toss it out there for anyone else who might read it -- I really like your characterization of the poem here as a "who", one deserving of a service rendered to it.- Dick

agree Dick...reluctant as I am to comment
on Mr. One Way and his poetry, that
was a sparkler!!!!!!!!!!!-  myamberdog

TRAVELLING TO MOON

A great poem Satish;
Some still think that man never landed on the moon, and it' been a big fat lie! They argue that man's physiology is not compatible with the condition beyond the Earth's atmosphere! What do you think?!- Dean

SCARY DANCE

A poem of wonder, liked it a lot.- Dave Walker

FLESH AND BONES

Satish Verma... enjoyed stopping by tooo read your poem~;-) always,..- Destroyer ~ Poet

certainly plenty to think about.- Tony Lane

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Monday, November 28, 2011

BREATHING DUST

An absolutely stunning poem! A pleasure to read! A panorama, a moving-picture! -David

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Saturday, November 26, 2011

BENEATH THE SKIN

"Each day seeks permission to bury / the dead, and grass waits for the noble feet."...marvelous speak as a sensitive living being on the surface. Space is needed but for why...know not clear. Yet crying cracks the sky, the night, the spring or autumn...crying cracks the time whole from every sphere. Great master, your last two lines are unbearable.....- Pranab k chakraborty

CROSSBARS

Brilliant Satish,
The way it goes with more and more mad nuke possessiveness, no one will ever survive! Let's hope that buttons are well away from those mad non-humans _aliens_- Dean

MOODS

A beautiful existential poem. I can't say I fully comprehend it -- but I sure can appreciate the stunning words and the living lines that lead them around this dreamy song. Thanks for a rest from the usual!- Firestone Feinberg 

Hello, Sir. Your always thought-provoking writes. I daily enjoy your writes.- Lady Dragonwyck

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Each Thorn Was Crying

I still cant sustain Istill cant remain
wrapt in malady of love why my deeds went in vain,
maculated is spirituality told me d overhelming rain,
ambit of lament has manifested eminence in me.
thinking bout you me aware cant see you again,
I still cant sustain Istill cant remain.- ARPIT srivastava

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Monday, November 21, 2011

PRIVATE MOORINGS

I love this. A lot going on for me here. I definetly felt this way.- C.clear

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RETURNING

This is beautifully written, Satish. I especially liked the last 4 sentences.- Aeon Onopka

Sunday, November 20, 2011

de……..

A dark wrote - with amazing imagery- Sandra Martyres

HUBBLE TURNS 20

rather sad ending this poem
I think at the bottom of the bottomless pit
when we dig deep enough
we will see our own light shine towards us
greeting us home
Love- venturing neutrino

Saturday, November 19, 2011

MILKWEED

Near perfect. Best I've read in a while. line 1. (spelling) prolonged- Yarbrough

Love the metaphors you've used for lies and truth and the wicked messenger being a viper is a very adequate title for him. I enjoy your daily writings.- LightH2O

much though out poem-Cat

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TORCHES

These images are almost inexpressibly powerful.-  realnothings

Thursday, November 17, 2011

VIBRATIONS

Good morning. Another very thought-provoking write. I do enjoy your writes, as always.- Lady Dragonwyck

UNLOST EXISTENCE

wow Satish Sir..... wow... short and meaningful.... too good .. :-)- Rahul Dev

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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

MILKWEED

Love the metaphors you've used for lies and truth and the wicked messenger being a viper is a very adequate title for him. I enjoy your daily writings.- LightH2O

much though out poem, -Cat

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SANTHARA *

"...deliberate defeat...kiss of death ensured the beautiful cessation" haunting lines. Jainism, cowardice act or a step of valor? I cannot judge as I wouldn't want to be judged. Great write!- LightH2O

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ONE ANTHOS

In all of the things mentioned that go on, good and bad, people still seek what is empty in this world. Great write!- LightH2O

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PICTURES

i turn around
and found
moonlight covered
the whole ground

i looked up
and moon
burst into many stars
and smiled from
behind the clouds- zorba

Great tandem, you Zorba and Satish.
Zorba, your delightful poem does exactly what it says.- Dick 

Sunday, November 13, 2011

SERENE REVENGE

Enjoyed your write, as always.-Lady Dragonwyck

Nice write Satish- Robin

FREAKING OUT

Being disillusioned can be a freeing experience.-Steve

THIS DAY

A great symbolic poem. Although I didn't get all of it but the penning was great.- Kendzi

You never let us down, night after night the source and energy that drives you provides this unending inspiration... another great write.- LightH2O

This is a wonderful piece listing the inheritence passed on from moderanity and greed to mankind. Makes one think and hits the solar plexis of society.- Nikunj

FABRIC

A true messenger, he wears the fabric of inspiration... yet nobody listens "the city and streets are empty" suffering for no reason. Sad, but true!- LightH2O

EXPLOSION

To please the masses you must chock truth within... a choosing that makes you popular as most politicians (royal tradition).- LightH2O

I WILL GLOW MORE

That last stanza is so revealing... "I will glow more... Suddenly there will be light."- LightH2O

I AM WALKING ON SHARP EDGES

The first stanza reveals the depths to which your soul will go... later the observance that death creates, as these contradictions make you feel you're walking on sharp edges.-LightH2O

DISTANT VOICE

Those last two stanzas are powerful.- LightH2O

AUBRURN DAWN

Of such lament and sorrows the spirit understands.- LightH2O

DIG THE FLOOR OF THE MOON

Of such happenings one feels impotent, "cannot stop the decline" last stanza is self explanatory... well written.- LightH2O

FALTERING TONGUE

Of such torturous massacre intensity one can surely doubt the existence of heaven... it's unimaginable that such things can go on, on this Earth.- LightH2O

DEWDROP

perhaps I've missed something, I just found this to be a list of provokative words, and it's not an ABC poem. sorry but I;m struggling with this one.-Nick Bagnall

Saturday, November 12, 2011

SLIPPING

But the rope is a snake
and the snake is a serpent
and the serpent is coiled
in ecstatic embrace.

The double helix is a story
imbedded in a program we read
with computer minds
if passion flows with grace.

Cobalt blue the night, dangerous
the tongue that writes.

We disappear like stars.- Kailashana

DYING SCREAMS

"even the ankle-bells of a toddler had gone up for a sale" stood out perfectly in the poem (at least to me), a good read overall.- NostroviaPoetry

Friday, November 11, 2011

The vigil

Dear Vermaji, your beautifully written poem pierces the heart and reminds us of the tragic heroes of Greek characters. Is the whole humanity a cursed being? That is what I ask myself after reading your poem.-K. H. Prabhu, Kumta, Karnataka

IMAGES

I love the form,, Verma... very deep... and epic... enjoyed,..-Poet Destroyer ~ A

FLESH AND BONES

I enjoyed reading your writes... blessings!- LightH2O

Thursday, November 10, 2011

DROOPING

Love that last stanza before the last... amazing write, "The wounds will develop whiskers." this line gives such imagery.- LightH2O

LAND’S SMELL

Wow! ... you've got some very good lines here. "the split lips cannot speak coherently" ... thank you for sharing.- LightH2O

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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

RANDOM SIN

Another great write... much enjoyed!- LightH2O

Deep poem. Very good. The mass grave contains the dried bones of renegades. You remember the promise? Who said we will end the war?- erry Collett

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MOURNING THE DELUGE

Great poetry my friend....deep write this morning....- Michael J. Falotico

THE BRIGHTENED FIRE

I hear you cry of despair, so much waist of human life, so much oppression and it appears that god is impotent towards such calamities.- LightH2O

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OUTRAGEOUS

Much enjoyed!- LightH2O

perfect title. and brilliant word choices. "Plucking the nector from knobs of naked flames" Yeah, i like that.- Ju

Well, Satish, either pick it up with the knobs ,or if it was "dumped" flaming naked , have the decency to cover it up with the nectar...lol! - Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR


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Sunday, November 6, 2011

IMAGES

Satish, this is a very strong write, you have not minced words as the cruel acts that go on by the ignorant and fanatical are also violent and brutal.- LightH2O

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HOISTING

Written by the spirit and interpreted only by the spirit... in all that takes place the last stanza sums it up well, as it pleads for the glimpse of fire either to enlighten or to purify with it's burning quality.- LightH2O

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BETWEEN HUNGER AND ESCAPE

In this write you see the malice of almost all of whom in their darkness and ignorance are ready to destroy those that posses the light of truth. As toxic as mercury is, it brings out the gold just as well this can be attributed to human hearts in a symbolic way. The last stanza, a gift of innocence to be given to all upon first entering this Earth.- LightH2O

CRISSCROSS

Awakens many thoughts and various "paths" to explore. Your always in-depth writes.- Lady Dragonwyck

Saturday, November 5, 2011

AGAINST DEPORTATION

Mind boggling! ... yet it is always a pleasure to read your work. Best to you.- LightH2O


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ECHOES

great writing. beautiful wording in your poem too numerous to quote.- heather wilkins


Great observations here... "the time's predicament will not tell the secret of death" just one more of many great lines. A write deep and full of symbolism as only you can write. Very much enjoyed!- LightH2O


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FRUGALITY

Powerful, gripping and intense.- LightH2O

STRIKING PORTRAIT

Beautiful wise original masterpiece chasm in mountain.Water dripping vertically high .- Me 

Friday, November 4, 2011

TERRIFED

seven billion of us.- Nesster 

"seven billion of us."

. . . the many,
in The One.

What is there to fear

when Perfect Love casts out all the forms of fear.- Tom

Perhaps that we don't live the perfect love....all 7 billion of us.- Kailashana

GOLD-TIPPED

I can't fault this poem! I'd love to leave some helpful feedback, but frankly I'm intimidated by its quality. It's so sweet and sorrowful, and creates such a beautiful sense of yearning in the reader. If I'm reading the themes correctly, the entwined motifs of natural beauty and remembered sensual love, and in particular the metaphors used, put me in mind of all the best qualities of Pablo Neruda, yet the poet's own voice remains clearly identifiable throughout. An absolute pleasure to read.- Bokononsense

Thursday, November 3, 2011

STRAY FALL

Gripping write, such is the state of our poor world, some can't handle it and commit suicide, others tired of crying still hang on to hope for the future, some live off their pride, while others are entrapped by bribes. Much enjoyed!-LightH2O

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TERRIFED

seven billion of us.- Nesster

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

OLDIE

very beautiful.

This alone says so much:
"O, harvest moon, don’t go away.
I was playing with the black thoughts
eating the yellow grass,
learning the alphabet of white pain."
***

I wonder how many lonely people
the moon comforts each night?- realnothings

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Sunday, October 30, 2011

SUN’S INHERITANCE

Very nicely put Satish,
I have also tributes a short poem to people, who thinks by killing and exploding innocent people on the street, the will go to heaven to have a heavenly life!- Dean 

Saturday, October 29, 2011

FREAKING OUT

this one feels a little disjointed... not up to your usual standard, Satish-Roger Wayne Eberle

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IN SELFISH VEIN

Only the author knows of his thinking, yet in metaphorical language it is rather powerful.
Death of one way to bring new life.-
Andy Turner

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UNJOINTED

I especially like the 3rd and 4th stanzas Satish. Was it stupid to hope or tend one thing more than the other? We know not what the future holds. - Janna Hill

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EVERLASTING

EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE...WE 'RETRACE THE PATHS' OF WHAT HAS...OR...COULD HAVE BEEN. WE RETRACE 'DEAD THINGS'. THANK GOD FOR THE WISDOM TO QUICKLY 'CLOSE THE DOOR' AND MOVE AHEAD ON OUR JOURNEYS TO...'E- Joyce Bell

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ANTIMATTER

A very peaceful poem indeed. Enjoyed it. Cheers- Chibuzor Ikemenogo, Nigeria

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DECAYED CENTURY

Satish an emormously moving poem of the day the earth bowed in silence! Innocence was driven into a pile of rubble when the towers fell, I still remain speechless as the memories of those lost come to mind. Again, with you, I beg for Peace.- Marcia Schechinger, USA

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MOMENT OF TRUTH

ur lines 'conflict btw doubt and inherited faith' are quite interestin.- S.zaynub Kamoonpuri, Tanzania

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THE KISS ……………….

Satish as always a privilege to read your work, the metaphors with such contrast that take the reader to the innocent and the guilty and their "marriage" in war. The Holocaustal and all victims of any war who only smell the incense of fire over "rain". Your "songs" of peace will be forever heard and remembered as you continue in your work for peace and truth. Thank you Satish.- Marcia Schechinger, USA

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SUSPENDED EXECUTION

Oh Satish this was timely thot...i recently had an experience where it was painful to realize ..your loved ones or siblings or reveredones have grown smaller in their minds...so well composed..thanks for sharing...and bless you...- Rita Singh, India

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SOME QUESTION MARKS

Satish thoughts to be considered after the facts. Sad so many were lost to "haloed tombstone", before they were executed without any source of savior. I read your work and think of the Holocaust and can not fathom how such tragedy could have taken place, and how can 'sick men' get such followings -- many "question marks" in the waste of a human life. Always an honor to read your work Satish, thank you.-Marcia Schechinger, USA

*Return Journey

You summarize the tale well, death as an arresting image stand out here.- Snehith Kumbla, Pune

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DRIFT ICE

Friday, October 28, 2011

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Death Of A Godman

A really great poem i really really like this one.
Good write.
May i invite you to read my new poem
called back in time.- Dave Walker

FOR THE CLOTTING

 am not sure, I have a feeling of resentment.... but still acceptence. - Dolphine29


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JUST CRIED

Very good poetry my friend....images all clear in this write... - Michael J. Falotico

I am so happy to see the Soup back up and thrilled to be able to read your wonderful poetry Satish. May you have an exciting week filled with new found inspiration. Love- Carol Brown

Friday, October 21, 2011

May I say

Your images are ever new and convey a volume. The first stanza is very forceful. Thank you for sharing the poem.- Kumarendra Mallick, Houston

MOOD SWINGS

I really really love your poems, they are so purely poetic. But I wish you would
stay a while, talk with us, comment on our poetry so we can get to know you a better.
Thank you for your poetry and your consideration.- Kailashana

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

A soul dies

Child is stolen from the mother's womb
Ashes were sent to the lake.
Then there is no hope to soul tohave thelife!- Puttu Kulkarni, Hege-Kumta

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ONCE UPON

I love that second stanza, in all the absurdity of the world you were still pursuing some sorta of sense to this life, to be able to help the hungry, but truth was lacking and it seemed to be lacking in a near future also...will there be a better new culture?...very much enjoyed!- LightH2O

Monday, October 17, 2011