Short Genera Poems

Peace at stake,
it worked.
Withdrawal of rubber dolls
playing with fire.

Empty bowls in lunar month.
Concords were flying very high
noiselessly crossing the peaks
of great grudges.

Pure golden hair –
of grief.
It really was miracle.
Bald eagle was waiting.
Enough time to steer a murder.

The irresistable desire
to rub with a paranoid.
Extracting a genius from mediocre genera.
Life had become too genteel.


SATISH VERMA...

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Little
bright, yellow heads
despised not for beauty.
That are here, there and everywhere
I tread.

Gently,
tentatively
in your meadowy home
amidst copious genera
alone.

Myself
but not really
alone. Strolling along
accompanied by my friends at
my feet.

Brushing
jagged edged leaves-
like baby lions teeth.
So aptly named dent de lion
Lead on!

Yellow
companions. The 
time is nearly late. Your
feathered, cottony heads show a
little....

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Some time ago my nutritionist,
a true health freak and activist,
recommended I eat green veggies –
(for antioxidants against diseases):
kale, cabbage, chard, broccoli, arugala
all cruciferous greens and other genera.
The benefits were just as predicted 
but the side-effects were not expected – 
I now have the longest ears in town,
walk less, but do more hopping around,
and, to my wife’s distress, my need for sex
would exhaust the need of any rabbit.
...

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