it's like you're the earth, and I'm the moon,
I can't keep myself from revolving around you,
your orbital pull I can't quite resist
so I'll bide my time till periapsis
but on this periodic orbital trip,
my time with you I'll surely miss,
although I know that you wont stay,
our distance grows each passing day
our push and pull guide manifolds
in complex planes our boundaries wane
trajectories chaotically change
but still momentum stays the same,
perhaps this apoapsis wont
leave me choked in the throat,
i just hope your delta V,
wont tenderly escape from me,
because this two body problem,
isn't as simple as it would seem,
when we’re circling stars
in this big, wide, galaxy
it's like you're the earth, and I'm the moon,
I can't keep myself from revolving around you,
your orbital pull I can't quite resist
so I'll bide my time till periapsis
but on this periodic orbital trip,
my time with you I'll surely miss,
although I know we'll be close to one another,
we'll still end up without eachother,
but forever in this nether
you and I will spin together,
our push and pull guide manifolds
in complex planes our boundaries wane
trajectories chaotically change
because this two body problem
isn't as simple as it would seem
this anxiety always finds me when
I think of you and me
A mind driven need spills out words of love,
Helps him steer one’s day away from blindness
When to render manifolds of kindness,
A planted deed that fits like hand in glove.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
There was a strange carnality
in flowing robes,
a waiver penetrates
in incorporeal ellipse.
I must speak of him in his absence
combating for the actuality.
Knowing lust manifolds,
yields a prayer,
primrose opens the eyes.
The knowledge liberating -
you cross the inlets.
Anxiety peels off your mind.
An obnoxious presence of unbeings,
the weeds, the vocal generation
of priests, are anything but art.
The body blooms, in suicidal note.
Birds shriek, before the moon climbs
on the dark trees. I let go the orange,
only the white spreads.
SATISH VERMA
It’s a small world you know?
Maybe you once had some friends or folk
That you could have helped or saved; but didn’t,
Thinking you’d have another chance someday,
But sooner or later, they were gone,
It’s a tiny universe.
Sometimes; might want to do a soul some harm,
Thinking you two never will see again,
But you might want to give a second thought,
Because you never can tell friend,
Someday, somewhere, you might just run into him,
It’s a tiny universe.
What if sometimes you stand afar?
Wanting to throw a stone into the marketplace,
Never allow your emotion to overwhelm,
For you never can tell its destination,
Don’t you think it could strike a kin?
It’s a tiny universe.
Sometimes, the deed of kindness done,
And the heart of love shown
Do come back in manifolds from that man,
And most times from ones you never knew,
Of a truth it pays to act right and be good,
It’s a tiny universe.