Short Inheriting Poems

Things that are passed on 
family farm and it's land 
inheriting pride...

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Veins of anger surge through the city, pulsing into a raging flow
Screams of decadence and stubborn pity fall like arrows of scorn
Inheriting failure and pursuing stupidity...... is that all we know?...

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How can this happen, this outrageous political screw up
Omar Khadr was born in Canada, apparently a normal buck 
The family moved to Pakistan
Since, he's been a marked man
Involved in terrorism, now inheriting millions, what the duck?...

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How will the robots remember us?
I’d like to think they’ll write poems in some
Style they develop for themselves, contrive
To move their electron-shifting hearts,
Inheriting our passions good and bad, 
The joys and bitter miseries that they
In their birth and evolution never 
Thought or ever dreamed we had....

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Out drinking with an
Australian girl I knew
We met her friend
Two days away
From inheriting a
Fortune
She insisted we sit down
Outside an Italian place
To eat
She ordered a bowl of
Gnocchi
First time I ever ate it
Two or three mouthfuls
Well wow
& the rich girl to be
Took off & stiffed us
With the bill
& I still eat gnocchi
& I still hate the rich...

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GROWING WITH AN EMPTY HOURGLASS


Today’s dawn disturbed a dreaming child
She’ll never hold her father’s hand
He clutched an arm ablaze and wild
Leaving him in pieces piled
Lost and left to where they’d land
Yet his baby laughed and smiled
Far too young to understand
Now the future holds her heavy heart
Inheriting time’s weightiest grains of sand
Absence…...

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Lasagna noodles on my forehead
A washcloth in the pot
Oh dear, oh my, what am I doing?
I think I completely forgot
It’s dinner time for all the kiddies
And I put the toaster in the sink
I’m losing it, my mind is warped
I’m edging to the brink
Maybe I should stop to breathe
Uh oh, I forgot, again, just how
Alright already, I give in
I’m gonna order out...

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INDIA 2014.

Inclusive and internalizing for ages
New-tech-nation of  Nirvana-seeking sages
Democratic but mired in dissent that rages.
Integrity its new ‘mantra’; equality
And liberty , watchwords , along with amity.

Inheriting a great heritage from a hoary past
Grabbing   modernity’s gifts, it is  growing fast.

Form: Acrostic
07 Apr 14.

For Kim Merryman's contest....

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To offer the other cheek seems weak,
but it requires courage not to fight.
Jesus bequeathed the Earth to the meek
who don't seek revenge for every slight;
for two wrongs can never make a right.

Violence begets more violence,
opening doors that cannot be closed.
And you will suffer shame in silence
with your inhumanity exposed,
inheriting the pain you imposed....

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She is out of her mind her relatives said.
They wanted her embalmed, cremated or dead.
Lucinda had her wits and was not to be dissuaded.
She gave them all the boot, they were downgraded.

She had a dream, and intended to put it into action.
Wanted a gingerbread house to give satisfaction.
Builder and construction crew were happy to do it.
Relatives inheriting nothing had a huge hissy fit....

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There was existence,
without space.
I was afraid of my unborn child.

Inheriting the stammer
of history
I could not think of any brand abuse.

On the contrary, fumes
throw you off the road.
Full moon rising on the cleft.

I was, as I am, never being
to any threat of drowning
in contradictions.

A dignity in withdrawl
and coming back after sunset –
to walk in night, alone.


 SATISH VERMA...

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But daring and wild,
I am still but only a child,
the sauce I choose at taco bell is not mild.
For fire is the one I choose and the one I use. 
If you dare me 
I swear I wont loose, but ignorant I am in the eyes of the wiser.
Clever I am in the eyes of my common friend and foe.
Wise I am to them, sadly inheriting a skill of a miser.
The only difference between me and you is that I row
thru the sea's of time lacking experience....

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They are old, flaking,
Peeling from the root up, inheriting
Two Souls:
That of some faceless creature before me,
Faceless but soulful and charitable and
Dead
Probably, but I'll never know.

And mine. Shaping and misshaping
Their worn out insides,
Letting them know they're mine now,
These twisted string ties are mine now,
These thick rubber roots are mine now,
This red.
O this glowing patent red
Was always mine,
I just didn't know yet....

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It's always the impoverished
that get it worse.

On occasions the wealthy
get it,
but the poor
can expect to get it worse.

Mother Nature
goes for the weakest buildings,
the driest wood,
the lowest,
most fragile among us
The meek often end up
precipitously dead.

Often, I ponder
about inheriting the Earth
I mean, is it worth it?

Often, I wonder if lightning bolts
especially single-out the meek.

I guess it's good to be special....

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Assume you have to ask questions and you
Can mess up. You	
Can apologize and make it up by 
Offering to help
Understand a problem and 
Never pretend to empathize. Just
Treat people right

Ask to hear both sides of a story
Before making one evil, another inheriting all glory
Illustrate what you preach
Learn why things work
Indecisiveness needs to stop, make up your mind
Trials and tribulations will test your character,  
Yield happiness and calm, life will be a delight....

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Burnt-out myths in the old city
are stitching the lips of people.
Pink walls smell like blood.

Priest is dumb, hoisting the headless
deity on throne. Marigolds
are soaked in flowing tears.

Innocent wheels riding against blast,
stand still to measure
the half-life of seizures.

Cult was spreading in place,
fingers and cells Dynasties inheriting
the bleached fathers.

The ages rot under the sculptors.
We walk on water, wordless, sightless
for the thin hope.


SATISH VERMA...

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It heaves you up; 
too antsy to stay 
on the waves, 
inheriting the power- 
dynamics of deemed palaces.

Channeling the inner Gandhi 
or Buddha to reincarnate 
the fragrance of past. Could 
have become a golden 
era again.

The fraud ! Everthing was 
created by a mockingbird. 
Are you sure there 
was a war cry between 
the insects ?

You remind me of ugly
dads fathering a new generation 
of unborn myths.Thousands of 
witnesses will keep their 
eyes shut. 


Satish Verma...

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