Short Suzuki Poems
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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
A nurse was decapitated,
a wire had been strung over
a dusty road that led to town.
A youth robbed her mangled torso
took her motorbike then rode away -
a pretty girl behind him,
singing sweet love songs.
I wonder if he is an old man now
with loving grandchildren?
At times, Satan Himself
still rides a Suzuki
just like mine.
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.
(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.
Form:
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.
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
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.
I rode my first rice burner bike
beyond the wild blue yonder
going solo the only way to go
on a red 50cc Honda
as being part of a bike brotherhood
was never in my repertoire
and moving on in Hawaii
my next was a 650 Yamaha
my last tho' fairly fast
in fact still quite nifty
on the hills of San Francisco
was a black Suzuki 550
if a motorcycle means personal freedom
of the road stretching out ahead
why do so many feel the need
to ride in packs instead?