Short Tumblers Poems

If success were lock
and persistence be its key
Would life's tumblers move?...

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smell from the grandma's kitchenette
that fills the whole abode
my little heart and my hungry tummy too
Pithas or Rice-cakes
this are native legacies
wrapped with fondness
served on english platter with elate

Roadside stalls
Buzz with traffic's cadences
Benches lined up with the critters 
Along the whirls of leaves and the roars of branches 
'The tea tumblers cuddles the pithas'!!...

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I don’t want to sit 
on a patch of fear,
tangled in occupation
while fighting with the locks.

The theater of tumblers.
I am here, not there
making dents in air
on alarmed street.

Time was out and time was in
against the jolted clocks.
I have stopped to get
an imprint of amputations.

You will not get ruby
you will not get gold.
Dust will go in dust
after the fall of royal debris.



Satish Verma...

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I hear music
Distant, but clear
Such soothing solace
A pleasant tone
To my ear

You lay before my eyes
Swift grace
And tumblers pride
I hold you
A warm embrace

Together our souls melt
Listening to a sound
And feeling its twin delight
Timeless hour
Love’s filling all around

Next full moon
Coming soon I hear
We prep our hearts again
To be soon
Again, be near

Russell Sivey

A very old poem
Lines 2 & 5 rhyme...

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A Father’s Reverie


I have been sentenced to tumblers
of iced tea in an old lawn chair
for the summers that remain 
in my life. But I don’t complain.
I go to bed and I lie there

for hours like a mummy. 
I stare at the ceiling and finger a curl
in my sleeping wife’s hair.
How many hours do I slaughter 

each evening, asking no one
why I quit drinking 
the day I got married,
why I got married
the day I quit drinking.

Donal Mahoney...

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Father’s Day Reverie


I have been sentenced to tumblers
of iced tea in an old lawn chair
for the summers that remain 
in my life. But I don’t complain.
I go to bed and I lie there

for hours like a mummy. 
I stare at the ceiling and finger a curl
in my sleeping wife’s hair.
How many hours do I slaughter 

each evening, asking no one
why I quit drinking 
the day I got married,
why I got married
the day I quit drinking.


Donal Mahoney...

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