shayarisms4lovers June18 270 - Murk | A Poem by Billy JnoHope

Murk | A Poem by Billy JnoHope

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I saw my phantom
murked in a hindsight
Smelled the ghost red
rich and empty
Failed in Brooklyn
hell of a nightmare
Woke up guilty
gunning for my conscience
Skin it before it snitches
murked it for the world to breathe
Whittle my blessings
I deserve the lesser god
Rusted dagger sawed off baptismal
separate the sun
Liberate libra apologist
Saw that bleeding when it flirted red
I could have milked it yellow
but I lusted red…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 170 - वफ़ा के शीश महल में सज़ा लिया मैं ने

वफ़ा के शीश महल में सज़ा लिया मैं ने

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वफ़ा के शीश महल में सज़ा लिया मैं ने
वो एक दिल जिसे पत्थर बना लिया मैं ने

ये सोच कर की ना हो तक में खुशी कोई
गमों की ओट में खुद को छुपा लिया मैं ने

कभी ना ख़त्म किया मैं ने रोशनी का मुहाज़
अगर चिराग बुझा, दिल जला लिया मैं ने

कमाल ये है की जो दुश्मन पे चलाना था
वो तीर अपने कलेजे पे खा लिया मैं ने

‘क़तील’ जिसकी अदावत में एक प्यार भी था
उस आदमी को गले से लगा लिया मैं ने

-क़तील शिफ़ाई…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 270 - Unfamiliar | A Poem by Guy Farmer

Unfamiliar | A Poem by Guy Farmer

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Charting an unsteady course
Home from a party where
He enjoyed twenty too many,
It struck him that he was in an
Unfamiliar house.
Stumbling through rooms,
Desperately trying not
To announce his presence or
Bother anyone,
Maddeningly unable to do
Anything but flounder
Helplessly as he careened
From point to point.
A sad young creature winding
Its way toward a place it
Doesn’t want to be.…

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shayarisms4lovers mar18 38 - Yard | A Poem by Guy Farmer

Yard | A Poem by Guy Farmer

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Yard | A Poem by Guy Farmer

He hid the secret from his
Parents, a lovely couple who
Never made waves but were
About to find out what chaos
Means when his prized pet
Jumped the fence and attacked
Their closest friend in the
Neighborhood. A perfunctory
Slew of incredulity and denial
Followed the painfully foreseeable,
Preventable act only missed
By those who couldn’t think
Beyond their own yard.…

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shayarisms4lovers mar18 64 - Fine Goat Outfits | A Poem by Guy Farmer

Fine Goat Outfits | A Poem by Guy Farmer

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Fine Goat Outfits | A Poem by Guy Farmer

Few people understood his
Passion for dressing as a
Goat. Except, that is, for a
Very special goat he met
While on holiday in Greece.
When they were together,
There was no limit to the
Haberdashery, no
Insufferable arbiters of taste
Looking down their noses.
Just two friends dressing snappily,
Enjoying fine goat outfits.…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 188 - Her Vortex | A Poem by G.S. Katz

Her Vortex | A Poem by G.S. Katz

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Her Vortex | A Poem by G.S. Katz

Summer
Contours of lust
All around us
Deep inside vixen
Secrets exposed
Her vortex
Revealed
She gives all
She doesn’t break easily
But
Don’t toy with her heart
She’ll take you down
And leave you broken
Better to treat her well
She’s the real deal
A beautiful soul
Walk with her hand in hand
She’ll be yours for the asking
Vixen
The essence of desire
Flight and elevation
Vixen
A rare wine to be opened
And to consume……

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shayarisms4lovers June18 141 - Impasto | A Poem by Ivan Jenson

Impasto | A Poem by Ivan Jenson

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Impasto | A Poem by Ivan Jenson

Your pink
passivity
draws me in
as I outwardly paint
your negative
and positive
space
into the pigment
of my
perception
and then
it occurs to me
that you
are currently
on the
good side of
Mother Nature
but someday
you will be
gently scolded
by Father Time
but by then
I will be
primed by
black gesso
and brushed
by a dark destiny
and all that
will be left
of your
cursed curves
will be this
square canvas
stretched on
the warped
frame of
now…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 265 - Fair-Skinned Warning | A Poem by Ivan Jenson

Fair-Skinned Warning | A Poem by Ivan Jenson

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Fair-Skinned Warning | A Poem by Ivan Jenson

I will pick
your pockets
thumb through
your secret stash
of intimate details
jimmy your locks
jangle your nerves
and shake the
foundation
makeup off
your face
till you stand
un-powdered
and powerless
like a frightened
Ford model
who has just
had her
Bob Mackie
wig and dress
ripped from her
famously
skeletal frame
and who now
stands
waif-like
overpaid
undernourished
and oh so
exquisitely
exploited
by a world
of lights
lenses
and my
hard boiled
soft focus
obsessions…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 129 - Pollution | A Poem by David Russell

Pollution | A Poem by David Russell

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A seedy world chugs along the locusts’ path,
Sterile and bedraggled.

Abrasive greed outstrips all poisons,
Piling tiers of death.

Vile ramparts, flouting Nature,
Compost’s rebuff, outlive the weak flowers

As if perverted oil
Clogged up the clean, arterial flow of life
To jar us with a fractured orbit.

Oh that the light from the moon could brain us!
Could we but inhale our eyesores
And vomit forth revulsion from neglect;

Oh: could we but deflect desires
From cursed and blinding foci
And with that broken wheel, true ploughshare
Dam all erosion, lashing filthy burrows!

Not yet – for hopes can only gel
Beyond our grasp;
Not yet – while we cruel anglers bait ourselves;
While with excess we glut excess
To make a false, round giddiness

Our self-conceited quicksand –
Drifting as we breathe.…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 63 - Crack-Down Tribunal (Re Jack Straw’s ‘Community Treatment Orders’ for the Mentally Ill) | A Poem by David Russell

Crack-Down Tribunal (Re Jack Straw’s ‘Community Treatment Orders’ for the Mentally Ill) | A Poem by David Russell

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Borderline Personality Disorder –
Everybody welcome to the edge!
It’s the cripples’ convocation;
We’re the tin end of the wedge.

Rattling jars of medication cocktails,
Pinballs batted in eternal circles,
Listen to the words of wisdom:
“Do what they tell you; don’t ask questions;
Take what they give you, don’t ask question.”

It’s the Crack-Down Tribunal;
Of great sorrow be expectant.
Crack-Down Tribunal;
Governmental disinfectant!

Ever felt stuck with a discard label,
Shred of we rag in the midnight drizzle?
Hope comes shining through the cracks;
The flames rise high as the hiccups fizzle.

Ever hammered on a DSS perspex panel,
Been head on with some po-faced nerd
Who just can’t cope, so he ups the dosage;
Remember the voices that you heard –

Do you hear voices?
Do you hear voices?

It’s the Crack-Down Tribunal;
Of great sorrow be expectant.
Crack-Down Tribunal;
Governmental disinfectant!

When the hypocritical is hippocratic,
The autocratic gets automatic,
So you’d better get mentally acrobatic
And stuff your heads with anti-static!

It’s the Crack-Down Tribunal;
Of great sorrow be expectant.
Crack-Down Tribunal;
Governmental disinfectant!…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 70 - Palpable | A Poem by Guy Farmer

Palpable | A Poem by Guy Farmer

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Only one point of view
Is respectable,
The moment ripe for
Grotesquely inadequate and
Malformed perceptions to
Populate well-meaning minds
Reacting from a place of
Pain and fear
Never admitted.

Maintain the momentum,
Eradicate dissenting utterances,
Sweep them under the rug as
Bothersome, trifling dust.
A new day arrives brandishing
A glinting sword, the
Contracted face of
Judgment unmistakable,
Zeal palpable.…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 150 - Resolution Zero | A Poem by Billy JnoHope

Resolution Zero | A Poem by Billy JnoHope

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I will shake new leaves
from the mishap tree
The dots will disconnect
from the blood rust
The new light breathes mad flowers
Mad seeds loop the worlds
Chaos feeds everything

I reap from the misaligned
fresh cuts of birth
Zero promises
I will be what I believe
and relativity besets belief
time and zeitgeist pacing
awareness the fate trigger

I poke it with myths
to bag a dragon
I augment that howl
let the poets fall out
the unsolved quickening…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 211 - The Ghost of Lawrence | A Poem by Roy K. Austin

The Ghost of Lawrence | A Poem by Roy K. Austin

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Not too close but with distance
an image I see as I scan,
broke up into bits and pieces
to emerge in the shape of a man,

as a figure come out of the Negev
with nothing but sand to inspire,
as a nobody riding a camel
to a Prince in royal attire,

mirage to distort his progress
led both through a lake of a lie
for the heat made wet from a blistering sun
no blistering sun would deny,

as his camel would last forever
to drink an eternal well
when the sky is raw from the midday sun
and the midday sun is like hell,

when he crossed the devil’s anvil
he had come from a temperate clime,
what hammered him out to his resolve
as a ghost from the passage of time,

a waterhole to remember
and crackling fire on the sands,
for the desert is cold when crowded with stars
that he holds in the palm of his hands;

the camel complains in the rising
as in rising so long ago,
as they fade to the east and the dawning
how time will forget to show.…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 233 - Her Mythological Temptation | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

Her Mythological Temptation | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

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She was both the seeker and the sought.
Caught between her village obligations
and the wilder places she had forgotten.

Married (unhappily) to a man made of metal,
his heart had long ago turned as pale
as a potato boiling in the kettle.

Now, many years later—
she hears the hooves
crunching the virgin snow.

She puts down her knitting,
looks out the window
and sees the satyr.

In the blue light of the moon
the frost on his flanks is as bright
as a polished mirror,

causing her majesty to swoon
high above the murky waters
of the moat.

The lady’s dilemma is timeless:
Stay with the man of metal,
or run away with the half-man/half-goat?…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 245 - Reassuring Words | A Poem by Guy Farmer

Reassuring Words | A Poem by Guy Farmer

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A series of crises jolt frail,
Susceptible minds into visceral fear.
Whom to blame, someone, anyone.
Single out the weakest,
Attach despective labels.
Rail against fabricated enemies of
Crumbling state of mind.
Revel in the reassuring words of
Mendacious itinerant salesmen,
Venal opportunists promising to
Protect you from your
Recurring, misplaced nightmare and
Restore order.…

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