Short Grassroots Poems

Another government,is the GHETTO GRASSROOTS !

They beg for our votes,to ascend into power !

Where the government ideas ends,that's where the GHETTO ideas starts !...

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I used to love my combat boots.
In O.D. green I felt grassroots.
Sporty shorts and long straight hair
Any whistle got my glare.
My favorites, now, are boots’ offshoots!

© February 8, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen...

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B ill Monroe is its father
L ester Flat, its brother
U ntil you learn the Masters
E xpect a few disasters
G ood practice will bear good fruit 
R eplaying songs from grassroots
A ttend a festival soon
S mile when you hear a good croon
S weet music keeps you in tune...

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Cessationism v. Continuationism Discussion
is the talk in the upper echelon 
of eclectic intellectual musings
miracles and healing
is the talk at the grassroots level
and you ask me
if we can understand God 
this is like asking a piece of wood
if it understands
how it came to be
and
perhaps it does
it certainly is beyond me....

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Listen to poem:

To each their own,
for that is known to them but not
others, for what is known, is different 
than theirs, as constant gains
knowledge of what they do, and do so well, grassroots
skills are enhanced, for their safety and their future,
for such is the proportionment 
for all concern for their obtained measured values.


Date: 08/29/2019...

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Willy was a popular goat
                                       Lost the poll by a single vote
                                           He went to grassroots
                                          Polished his black boots
                                     Fled with his booty of bank note













Limerick of the day Willy the goat
(C) Rajat kanti Chakrabarty...

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It is now.
The call of unknown.
A doting mother-
writes a child.

I am, collecting-
the words. To speak for the
death, which was hestitant
to come,
against the will of grass.

The grassroots diplomacy,
catches the wind.
Abandons the footpath,
goes to the marbled floor.

What do I do-
at dusk ? Become wordless
like a deep sea-
waiting for the moon
to bring the tides ?



Satish Verma...

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Writing on my sleeves,
I visualize an invisible coupling
of grassroots with starless sky,
when I walk on the wailing earth.

Hails big as sparrow eggs
smash the bougainvillea blossoms.
The wrestling clouds
begin a storm.

Witchcraft of the moon begins.
The pubic curve of a rock
holds a centipede
wriggling, gnawing.

A spider climbs the weatherbeaten
cheekbone
and indulges in navel-gazing.						


SATISH VERMA...

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windswept rain slaps the bottoms of leaves
shivering they shed it
grassroots shake and slake their thirst
then wave their stems together
tight closed buds stand on their stems 
reaching upward fretly
shaken yes but through it all
they hold together wetly
branches wave in shades of green 
so many hues and tints are plain
Spring is here and she is seen
dancing in the rain
wind sings and swings 
green tambourines in rythym...

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Lilac bush full
          spring's ties to nature's core
Buds that kidnap smell
Sweet layers of scent weaponry
Panoply burst of blooms
           modesty displaced
Flower cradles barely hinged by gravity

Purple bunches 
            that color the center of consciousness
            sweeping away grassroots complaining
            sweeping off a time drifting to cruelty
            freeing the buttoned restraints of love...

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Sri Lankan Elephants are listed as, endangered
and are the largest and darkest, of the Asian elephants
Herds have nursing units, with lactating females and young
and they have juvenile units, containing females and juveniles

Sri Lankan Elephants, are been pushed into smaller areas
because of deforestation, that disturbs their migrating routes
Human-elephant conflicts, results in human and elephant deaths 
because the humans need of greed, is only for human grassroots...

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