Short Suzuki Poems

Little Ant Severn Cullis Suzuki,
Who Silenced the whole world in 1992,
For "worries of a child".

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Now world’s youngest Ant, silenced the bullets,
The noble prize laureate,
Malala Yousafzai.

Date: 09/01/2015
For the contest sponsored by Scott Thirtyseven...

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There are not many cc’s.
However, this bike moves like the breeze.
Be sure to get your helmet on.
In a few moments, we will be gone.
We shift into first gear.
The engine shows its might
We shift into second gear.
My rider shows some fright.
We shift into third gear
It is time to hang on tight.
We go faster down the road.
We are in for a fun episode....

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(This is a fictional poem)

I asked a motorcycle dealer if I could have one of his Suzuki motorcycles for free.
I cried because he beat the hell out of me.
The next day I asked the dealer if I could have the Suzuki RM 250 for one dollar.
As he beat me violently, he hollered.
Two days later I offered him five bucks and he blew off my wiener with a 44.
I'm not much of a man anymore....

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I need to sell this bike
Dad says, a suzuki 550s
after it melts a hole
in my shoe and burns me
melting my ankle a bit

screaming down the hill
"Dad Stop the bike!"
I say
he rips my shoe out
burned rubber and skin

Eating berries makes me stop crying
Dad tells me he knows the people who live here
and we talk about the homes we've lived in
reminding me of many places
I don't know why that is important
but it is....

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May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.

Today I’m thankful for attempting to live a life with a minimum of regret
for trying never do anything I’d want desperately to forget

This reasoning comes from Ranata Suzuki 
a poet who endeavors 
to remind us how regret is a short word
and yet it stretches on forever...

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Travelling from the hospital,
a nurse was decapitated.

A wire had been strung over
the dusty road that led to town.
The bandit robbed her mangled torso
and took her motorbike.

If we had found him,
we would have shot him
and buried him in a ditch,

Back then, everyday-monsters 
drifted like hill mist
in that part of Northern Thailand.

We also appreciated that the devil 
rode a Suzuki just like us,
a pretty girl sitting behind him,
singing sweet songs....

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