Short Mudslide Poems
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A glimmer of hope is all you need
Now give it your best in thought and deed
Don't wait around for a hole a mile wide
'Midst such a hole lies a mudslide
1.Pockets of air.
2.Roaring gusts in critique.
3.Swirling leaves.
I'll build a concession stand here immediately.
I knew one day you'd get proactive.
I just thought it'd be, you know- maybe liquefaction,
flooded power station, mudslide.......
Our brains become somewhat rutted
Running constantly within the same track
But let someone confront with deeper wisdom
Then our lightbulb can be turned back (on)
For some it would be easier to run a mudslide
Back up the slippery slope of time
Than to get the brain to light up and burn
From new ideas, knowledge to absorb
His mind turned razor sharp,
just like daddy's used to
when he told me i was wrong and to stop it,
(can a six year old be wrong?)
so til his mind softened like newly melted butter,
I carried the torch.
I carried it through the mudslide,
and through that earth shaking quake,
and back into the cold rain.....
I carried the torch,
and then one day,
we stepped into bliss.
(it was worth it)
fingers printed on face
they offered apologies for the mudslide
after the typhoon
standing on the mound
of twisted bones ;
the state had the right
to trample and extinguish
a bright flame,
a meteor, streak of dissent
only the sect, the clan
will surround the holy tree
to save the doomed species in the jungle
of laughing hyenas
i see my limbs separated
a piano remains untuned
SATISH VERMA
Form:
(for Suu Kyi)
fingers printed on face
they offered apologies for the mudslide
after the typhoon
standing on the mound
of twisted bones ;
the state had the right
to trample and extinguish
a bright flame,
a meteor, streak of dissent
only the sect, the clan
will surround the holy tree
to save the doomed species in the jungle
of laughing hyenas
i see my limbs separated
a piano remains untuned
SATISH VERMA
Form:
There was a sharp rise
of indecent things. On the
rocks you left my name
without flowers.
Make a heap of all
the gifts of life and griefs and
start a bonfire. No message
is going to come.
Let us live in separate bowls
of soup. Time had swept
them clean for a murder.
One day the alien god will
alight from the sins,
to alter the numbers.
The mudslide of untruths
will scupper your house
made of paper and pen.
Satish Verma