Best Squatted Poems

Pop (corn) Music


Introduction

It’s time to dance, time to tango
There’s a Canadian on the banjo
When he sees the guitar strings
Jack’s mirth grows soaring wings;
As he scans the rhapsody drums
While busy the Banjo he strums!


He strums with finger
Voice doesn’t malinger!
He strums with thumb
He’s loud, he’s not dumb!

There’s...

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Written for Jan Allison, who then decided I should share it for poop verse afficionados.
True story, by the way.....

There are some jobs where heeding worker's safety is required
and during operations must be suitably attired
environmental hazards mean that everyone conforms
and wearing full length protection has now...

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With feet rooted into the bones of the Earth,
the old man squatted on his heels and began his work.
He lifted his saw and placed it on top of a block of hardwood.
And then he began to cut.		        ...

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I have lived an incredible two and a half centuries,
both humbled and awed of celebration and tragedies.

My seed having fed multitudes of hungry squirrels;
my gifts in return for my place in this world.

A young Indian mother squatted and leaned against me.
I absorbed her tears of...

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Hurriedly, silently, in purposeful fluid movements
and long, determined strides, he dashed among
the thickets, bending and darting amidst the vines
searching for a perfect little place to stay and hide.

Stealthily and noiselessly he slithered underneath
lush, leafy overhangs shielding him from the sun -
keen, cautious, like a crouching,...

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Most of the days as I buy vegetables
the old woman would move around
close to me like the winter tree
The leaves mostly robbed by the time
tangled age seated in the hair
the freckles painting the drudgery 
The unwashed and overused sari
stained by the tears of  poverty

Would...

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He, a seeker after Truth, set out
on an audacious journey
to see his old master

with a handful of blooms	
he paused before the open door.

from deep meditation 
the squatted figure, looked up. 
in a trance, he saw the silhouette of a man. 
on gazing intent, emerged distinct
his...

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Make me a flower delicate and sweet, 
spewing fragrance into the blowing breeze .
Make me a violin from whose strings 
melody flows to soothe the ailing nerves .
Make me a rain cloud sailing over the breadth 
and length of the skies showering cooling droplets ...

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Collapsing like someone (Starving and Desperate), the (Old Man in Blue) batik had been 
(Washing Muddy Walls) on his Indonesian hut on stilts when he toppled over. He was (Cut 
Down) and left unbalanced by (Vertigo’s Cycle). Bleeding from a cut on his forehead, he...

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Durians As king Of Fruits

When it is fruits season locally, everywhere there is an abundant display of all kinds of fruits…
In any given location, you’ll be spoilt for choices given the wide selection of fruits…

Of particular interest is the durian, a greenish thorny fruit that...

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Many can recall and recollect
the halcyon moments of carefree abandon 
When juvenile limbs climbed upon cedar limbs 
or squatted under oak or baobab shades
while languishing in youthful salad days
As they chased butterflies or katydids 
Yet ironically in their prime 
most disdained the veggie salads.

No bothering...

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Tucked away and never been seen for half a decade and more, a box that brings to the fore memories galore.
     Been six years you passed away, since then I haven't been able to find in anyone a real friend.
 ...

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Somewhere beyond the deep young girls are crying out in their sleep. 
Cries that span beyond decades wounding the hearts of weeping mothers 
And breaking the souls of desperate fathers. 

I can hear those cries resonating beyond valleys 
Climbing mountains hovering over buildings singing doleful...

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I FEEL YOUR PRESENCE

   ‘‘Fragments and crumbs of life, 
            all the little pieces”

            John Ruskin, 1853
  
I feel Your...

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At the end of each summer day,
while laying there in my bed,
I placed a small transistor radio
under the pillow near my head.

Each night that the Reds did play
I listened to the baseball game;
Joe Nuxhall did the play-by-play -
youngest player ever, adding to his fame.

They were...

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