Short Budged Poems
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A body at rest remains at rest
expounded Newton. And unless
it’s acted upon it will remain so.
To her husband she said: You fit
Newton’s law to a cinch.
You’ve been at rest for years,
she said, and despite the kicks
I’ve delivered to your fat rear
you still haven’t budged an inch!
just to push every way
make it through every day
i cannot say
what i feel today
i will be be judged
my memories smudged
along my side, he wont be budged
who could've forseen
i was not yet even a teen
sir, this is obscene
now black is my soul
trapped in this hellhole
but i have lost control
and my heart is all he stole
Place Like Home
Girl and a guy
And the friendly other
They can all say hi
And be around one another
And not be judged
Or discriminated
Feelings are budged
That harshness cannot be belted
All are welcome
To come and stay
In a home, you can come
At the end of the day
Because you cannot have it now
But you will later, do not ask how
Written on January 31, 2020
Do I enter this contest?
Or do I defer?
The pros and cons battle
And will not concur.
On the one hand, you'll judge me -
I hate to be judged.
Is that reason enough
That my "No" won't be budged?
On the other hand, well,
I love challenge and dare;
And not winning is something
I think I can bear.
So I sit here just mulling,
My nerves getting frayed;
'Til I realize that somehow,
My choice has been made!
The day that I lay there and die
I want you to remember how all you did was lie
Why not be around, now, here, when I'm alive
Without your love and compassion our relationship will not survive
Although you gave birth to me
Even when either one of us are dead you'll never see
I tried for years and years
But you never budged through any of those tears.
So when I die dont show up acting sad.
Trust me it's ok I know the truth i wont be mad.
Walking on this green grassy path
In the far spread fields of flowery mustards
Provides a priceless relief to my oh! Tired soul;
Better than the meditating monks feel
In solitude, in the stupas on the Himalayan hilltops;
Where light winds blow continual,
And duck-birds dive in and dance.
And it at first saddens a bit, later making me smile,
When I find it, at places, often,
How my old innocent farmer neighbor
Has secretly budged the stony boundary marks.