Short Contraptions Poems
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I am optimistic the children will be the ones
To save the planet
They have built wind machines
And created contraptions that
Take thousands of pounds of garbage
Out of the oceans.
I am optimistic the children will pull away
From their technologies, and save the planet
Our future hopes and dreams
Preserved
When I was arranging daffodils
you send in tanks.
The sky was overcast.
When I was talking to clouds
Fireballs are delivered.
That signals the specific gravity
is shifting to knobs.
The artist was going
to disappear.
I think of faithfulls.
How beautifully they talk of
two moons.
I had decided to quit
when you send in a hymn.
Satish Verma
The red gumball machine was full of fun
A machine that knew she was number one
Other contraptions thought they were a contender
They were certainly not said my cousin, Sam Lender.
I have had this machine since nineteen-fifty-two.
I know that’s a lie, but Sam is often a liar too.
You were not even born until fifty-six, I say.
He and the gumball machine begin to play.
Down here in the basement,
There no time for fun or games.
Down here in the basement,
Survival is the name of the game.
No time to ponder space or rhyme
Or any foolish contraptions of the mind.
For when the ganger shouts,
"Move your asses"
We have a ton of concrete to lay.
With broken backs,
We curse our fate
And pay our dues to the human race.
Ganger (Irish slang for foreman)
And the greatest poems were made
By hearts so tired and blue
To catch a name
From smiles so bright and true
Words from hollowed pieces
Are weaved to fit in
To create bridges
Between the heart and death's curtain
Emotions penned deeply
On parchments and skin
Veering away finally
From minds struck with pins
Someday these words may
Turn into eternal hymns
That though peril come its way
It'll grant us dreams
t.h.
muttering mist moaned
consoling callous clone
bruised odds birthed:
lanky lust cremated
eerie contractions crumbled
gaunt contraptions grumbled
wanky wind wept
ferocious fills fetched
licking fir's flesh
nocturnal nature nimble
felon fostering fumbled
hoisted end hurdled
bewitched vision feeds
drooling dark dream.
'20:04:16:15:02
Note: Of perforated picture. Inspired by a picture I saved from a Facebook writing group.
Vending machines are so irritating--
mechanical contraptions
designed to fail
So, they take your money
and hold their product
from your grasp.
You stomp and scream into deaf slots
to no avail,
leave a post-it note
for whomever--
But expectations run low that you will
receive a refund,
your product,
or a coupon
For a future purchase
from a...
guess what...
Another vending machine!!!
written June 4, 2021