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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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.
    ...

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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...

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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...

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I FEEL YOUR PRESENCE

   ‘‘Fragments and crumbs of life, 
            all the...

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