sarcasm, criticism concealed barbs psychopaths know the power of toxic expressions victims flinch but cannot escape the impact, cannot wash away stains on their psyche move out beyond circles of damage stay aware of unwanted marks heal unfreckle before they become deep unerasable scars https://dversepoets.com/2019/07/29/quadrille-84/
-optimum defined by chemistry -hot or cold determined by physics -imbalanced behavior my biology reacts -actions analysed by psychology -stay calm and still spirituality where does the locus of control lie? The real me rebels asking for recognition manmade mirrors fail the test https://dversepoets.com/2019/07/30/hot-time-in-ye-ole-pub-tonight/
movement is the theme of a train –else it is just wagons and cars hissing out steam, or electric currents running through nerves of steel it whistles, it makes forays through clouds, tunnels, forests and hills it onboards people fast , it bids them goodbye not knowing if it will be the last or will … Continue reading Movement
What is a journey without a destination? What is a journey without a planned destination? a journey made of free will a journey imposed a journey for new beginnings a journey to the end… Travel fascinates, unfailingly it is the purpose or lack of it which blows me to bits https://dversepoets.com/2019/07/23/poetics-movement/
my lonely, scalded soul groans so often on being unfairly chosen for the cross my tears are nothing, but lava molten just why should divine justice be so gross I drag through the day, and then sleep morose one morning… my inner eye awakens I see no reason to be so shaken it's all … Continue reading Cross I bear
I dreamt I was the moon. Miraculously, the underbelly of the world revealed itself – crime, conspiracy, concealed hostility. I swelled in size gradually, as I internalized the gory tales. I wish I was the Sun, scalding all…. but it was a moonless night again. https://dversepoets.com/2019/07/22/prosery-2/
a lifetime spent tracking the sun in the sky and then turning east again on pressing of reset buttons…. weeks, months, years of keeping a boss happy to milk benefits - changing direction again with the entry of a new tormentor days never end….. https://dversepoets.com/2019/07/15/quadrille-83-8th-anniversary/
Inspiring prose “Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass. Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep” (As I walked out one Midsummer morning) Poem claustrophobic darkness not-s0-romantic a night prickly, sick dreams make me long for light … Continue reading Horrors of the night
I felt the sand slipping beneath my feet, and soon I was sinking down below. I’d been caught in quicksand. My classmates formed a human chain to pull me out, and succeeded in about seven minutes. We were on a zoology excursion to the Alibag beach. The wonders of nature that we had fished out … Continue reading Know the rules
Cover artist - Jackie Hurlbertcolors and shapes adorn my world in full bloom seeds unknown shifting links form new patterns different impacts cause unknown subconscious soil most fertile it makes real a life unknown https://dversepoets.com/2019/06/18/meet-jackie-hurlbert/
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