Best Squatting Poems

No one ever told me that your heart could bleed without a drop that anyone could see. I didn't know your soul could lose weight...

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[Just a little note to help maintain the peace on Soup.          
To cause no animosity among...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently...

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It must be hard
To carry it around
That load of hate
Weighing on your heart
A powder keg
Waiting to explode

You pretend it isn’t there
But now and again it...

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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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Satan in my bowels
All I can say is 'ow'
Cringing and churning
My biscuits are burning
I’m praying for relief
Some sort of lanolin leaf
Wondering why I wasn’t born
Before...

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Cluttering above huddled rooftops
Of sprawling villages 
And shy provincial towns;
Rising sharply amidst swooping
Declinations;
Hesitating when gathering at the
Tangled woodland perimeters of
Outlying greenland bounds,
Jostled apex ridges detach...

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Squatting next to a garbage bin,
she dons a fake smile that doesn't fit.
And though track marks tattoo her skin,
her addiction won't let her quit.

Abused by...

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An Aussie Bush Pee

Now! Have you ever tried to have a pee?
while squatting down and hiding in the bush.
But first, must pull your jeans and...

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Showering white light illuminates 
  Bright-Moon Bay;
   In the overlooking Moon-Inviting Pavilion,
 Li Bai had raised his twinkling, rich amber
Coloured wineglass
 ...

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The Minstrel

	In a doorway, squatting, strumming out of tune
	There sits a minstrel, gazing whilst he plays
	A string of chords, discordant in their mix
	Combining all his...

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This is my best story in 
my mother tongue urdu 
which I translated and 
tried my best to turn it 
into a poem in english...

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Toiling in the dirt, 
looking down as if the ground had all the answers.
Waiting for the wind-up,
Delivery is birthed like each throw is its own...

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Bengali women squatting
                      ...

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Oh My Gosh! What’s the matter with you?
You could be squatting outside over a fire! 
So you have to clean me once in awhile…big deal!
I...

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