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October 4, 2011 By kmthroug Leave a Comment

The flesh was putting up a brave dialogue.
I was willing to play the game.
Stunned, shocked, pleasantly sore
basking in heat of silk throat,

I asked the needles to go ahead
and stitch the wounds without loss of blood.
Wasps were waiting to light the candles,
so that they can attack the pink skin.

The fruit bats were hanging upside down;
time for fellatio. A boundary was submerged
in deluge of anger. It was a white night
for an ice cream cone. God bless the queen.

Satish Verma

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POETRY

The flesh was putting up a brave dialogue.
I was willing to play the game.
Stunned, shocked, pleasantly sore
basking in heat of silk throat,

I asked the needles to go ahead
and stitch the wounds without loss of blood.
Wasps were waiting to light the candles,
so that they can attack the pink skin.

The fruit bats were hanging upside down;
time for fellatio.

A boundary was submerged
in deluge of anger. It was a white night
for an ice cream cone. God bless the queen.

Satish Verma

————————————————————————–

POETRY

The flesh was putting up a brave dialogue.
I was willing to play the game.
Stunned, shocked, pleasantly sore
basking in heat of silk throat,

I asked the needles to go ahead
and stitch the wounds without loss of blood.
Wasps were waiting to light the candles,
so that they can attack the pink skin.

The fruit bats were hanging upside down;
time for fellatio.

A boundary was submerged
in deluge of anger. It was a white night
for an ice cream cone. God bless the queen.

Satish Verma

————————————————————————–

POETRY

The flesh was putting up a brave dialogue.
I was willing to play the game.
Stunned, shocked, pleasantly sore
basking in heat of silk throat,

I asked the needles to go ahead
and stitch the wounds without loss of blood.
Wasps were waiting to light the candles,
so that they can attack the pink skin.

The fruit bats were hanging upside down;
time for fellatio. A boundary was submerged
in deluge of anger. It was a white night
for an ice cream cone. God bless the queen.

Satish Verma

————————————————————————–

POETRY

The flesh was putting up a brave dialogue.
I was willing to play the game.
Stunned, shocked, pleasantly sore
basking in heat of silk throat,

I asked the needles to go ahead
and stitch the wounds without loss of blood.
Wasps were waiting to light the candles,
so that they can attack the pink skin.

The fruit bats were hanging upside down;
time for fellatio. A boundary was submerged
in deluge of anger. It was a white night
for an ice cream cone. God bless the queen.

Satish Verma

————————————————————————–

POETRY

The flesh was putting up a brave dialogue.
I was willing to play the game.
Stunned, shocked, pleasantly sore
basking in heat of silk throat,

I asked the needles to go ahead
and stitch the wounds without loss of blood.
Wasps were waiting to light the candles,
so that they can attack the pink skin.

The fruit bats were hanging upside down;
time for fellatio. A boundary was submerged
in deluge of anger. It was a white night
for an ice cream cone. God bless the queen.

Satish Verma

————————————————————————–

Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION. He can also be reached at kantasatish@gmail.com. 5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer – 305007 INDIA Mobile +91 9829071468

The Uniqueness of Acrostic Style Poetry is The Hook

October 4, 2011 By kmthroug Leave a Comment

*Acrostic* A poem or series of lines in which certain letters

usually the first in each line form a name,motto or message

when read in sequence.

We all in some form or another gravitate to things that are

different. In the writer’s world there are most definitely many

spectrums,all offering something to the reader. The poetic

arena is quite effective at displaying diverse styles of poetry.

Those poetry fanatics or true creative storytellers find the

origins and actual structure of various styled poetry rather

intoxicating. For this moment in time my interest and genuine

appreciation for poetry on the acrostic level will be very apparent.

Like anything you do well it takes practice and real intuned under-

standing of how to send your message.

For example,this my original piece that illustrates this particular

style.The central idea of writing in this form is connect verse with

the word that is formed from each beginning letter of each sub-

sequent verse.

RAGE

Riveting heartbeats within that monster freed.

Anger sets it off manifesting to furious heights.

Greater power surging through muscle and pore.

Everest of emotion that will not be controlled.

What makes this style of poetry work is the direct correlation between

verse and subject,state of being,or object. It really is an elegant form of

writing in the poetic forum.

As a writer I do like to challenge myself and would certainly like to think

other writers do too. I do encourage and cultivate growth in writers,and one

sure way to grow is leave your comfort zone a little bit. For me,it’s simply

finding another angle to be creative at the highest point.

When writing acrostic poems stick to the basics and pick words you like

or give you a good feeling and work from there.

The poem should tell a story or make a statement or answer a question

which most poetry will do.The last word in each verse does not have to rhyme

but the message should be clear.It is poetry and as always integrity in what

you write must be maintained.

Good fortune to all and keep on reading and writing.

Written by William Blackman
Poet/Creative Writer/Craftsman/Locksmith/Odd Jobs Specialist

University of Pittsburgh Professor Lynn Emanuel reads her poem “Desire” at the Jazz Poetry concert. www.sampsoniaway.org www.cityofasylumpittsburgh.org
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Persian Love Poetry

October 4, 2011 By kmthroug Leave a Comment

A Review
Into the climate of linking and debunking the connection between the Middle East and violence come a truly magnificent examination of the rich culture of Persian poetry and art. Both Vesta Sarkhosh Curt
is and Sheila R. Canby are astute scholars of the region and of its art, and this compilation of love poetry is proof of that expertise. Curtis’ previous works included examined Persian myths, art and archeology while Canby’s have analyzed artistic depictions of Royal Persian paintings. Together, Curtis and Canby have created a fantastic tour of Persian culture useful to both the experienced student of the region and its art and the novice interested in broadening their horizons.

Curtis and Canby introduce the reader to the language and its changes over time, the forms of poetry unique to the Persian style, and most importantly, the influential artists whose works transcend time and culture. Important figures in Persian poetry as well as their history, mythology and stories are covered in brief, but fulfilling biographies; Men like Rumi, Hafiz, and Gurgani and women like Parvin Etesami and Raba’a Qazdari. These figures are not only important to Persian society, but to the world’s culture, as Curtis and Canby prove in their opening poem by Goethe (P. 7):

He who wants to understand the art of poetry

Must go to the land of poetry

He who wants to understand the poet

Must go to the poet’s country.

Each poem throughout the book is accompanied by Persian works of art, some of which evokes the mood of the poem perfectly; others serve to accentuate a feeling or a moment captured by the poem. The poems themselves are expressions not only of romantic love, but of all types of love in all its incarnation; pre-Islamic Sasanian heroic epics (P. 24), the courtly love of Farrukhi Sistani (Pp. 26), forlorn love of Jahan Malik Khatun (P. 60), and sensual and fiery like Raba’a Qazdari’s forbidden love (P. 16). The passion, the allegories, the emotion are all transmitted in an excellent translation of the original New Persian text, a boon to those who are unable to read the Farsi.
Persian Love Poetry illustrates concepts of the universality of love, the beauty of poetry and the timelessness of true art, regardless of origin, that are desperately needed in this growing age of uncertainty and rhetoric. It may come as a surprise to some who are not from Iran that poets such as Hafiz, of whom Goethe wrote so glowingly, are still revered and honored in their homeland, and their poetry is considered a national treasure. Are there not poet-laureates in every culture, whose words encapsulate the emotions and psyche of their time and place? Then why should Iran be any different? Curtis and Canby have compiled a first-rate scholarly work analyzing the art, poetry and literature of Persia into a work that can be enjoyed by any audience and have made a vital, spiritual and artistic connection between the Persia and the world.

Review: Persian Love Poetry by Vesta Sarkhosh Curtis and Sheila R. Canby Northhampton, Massachusetts: Interlink Books, 2006 95 p. .95 ISBN: 1-56656-628-2

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