Short Excavating Poems
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Writing, Committed Excavating
Bare Notions, Ruminations,
Clothed to Deckout Summations,
Disinterring Buried Pebbles to Creations!
Dirty worms squirming
Excavating with instinct
Wiggle brown wormy ~
Shoveling thick dirt
Accidently cut a worm
It wiggles in pain
In rushes winter
At a furious pace
Upon arrival
Time slows
Descending from grace
Shrouding blue skies
In blankets of grey
Dark extends
Cold creeps
Shall not go away
Icy fingers burrow
Excavating my being
Hollow spirit
Light hides
No longer seeing
Emotionless shivers
Inhaled with each breath
As if frozen
Air stills
Yet smelling of death
i was so blessed today
as a butterfly perched
on my fingertips
flashing a fan-dance glimpse
of its splendorous display
as i saw my flowers bloom
here – and there
for the dogs scattered them
excavating the seed-bed
like a world war one battlefield
yet the survivors
raised their banners – splendidly
in their complexity
of symmetry
of colour
even if randomly…
The hard core cult was fixing
the flies on the podium.
A snapdragon becomes a cannibal
devouring its own seeds.
Beyond insanity lies the phantom zone
where you hang upside down your faith.
A lunatic threatens to jump
from high tomb –
after excavating the remains of
a forbidden fear.
There was nothing except the
worn rags of a fakir.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
These days once treasured
monuments are let
to weather away
or are bullied
and bulldozed to rubble.
Others have small cracks
picked at by compulsive minds
bent on excavating small lesions
into large, gaping wounds.
We are left with sad avenues
lined with inflated puppets
convulsing in weird gyrations
by belly fulls of blown air,
each with a power cord
stuck up you know where.
Invested in the future
Underlying l'm scum but glitter
Secretly a piece of the two
Excavating all that I wanted to be
Dared to be someone, but who?
Tried to be the best but was the worst
Ordained to be nothing more than cursed
Desiring to be rid of my low income world
Rendering my best effort to be the top
Envisioning a better future for myself
Ambitious to see if I would flop
Mightily working until I drop
I once was a slow reader, the slowest reader in the room,
Unable to see the words with my eyes.
And so I went to an eye quack,
He prescribed glasses in black,
Then, no more headaches, I could now become wise.
These glasses allowed me to see, see clearly every word I read,
I now love to read every word that I can.
I’m so glad I have these specs,
They’re my special convex,
I’m now a colossal reading excavating superman.
What things to do on a snowy day?
Drifts to the withers on a half grown horse.
Blizzard conditions prohibit outside stay,
So inside the barn I'm found of course.
With thoughts adrift to former times,
I see the faces of those now late.
Those for whom my heart yet chimes,
Gathered all, around Heaven's gate.
Excavating memories that have amassed,
Of those now sharing my life in part.
Even of all those who have long passed,
That still have residence within my heart
The hands of time can't be reversed
For hourglass' sand must flow each day.
When life isn't found as intellect rehearsed
The sand doesn't slow nor does it stay.
As a respecter of persons time is not deft
So relish each moment as you travel.
Seeking the max from time you've left
For comes a day when life will unravel.
I sit forlorn delving on things withheld
Excavating resentment from a shallow grave.
Toward one whose thoughts could not meld
But death will someday end that crave.