Short Tumblers Poems
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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'!!
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
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
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
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
No jack-of-all-trades
but master of one
it's safe to say
the combination spun
Jack was a safecracker
had it down pat
and a crackerjack
cracksman he was at that
not a people person
he'd sneak down halls
more a steeplejack
and shinny up walls
jimmy a window
then with stealth
jewels unload
remove the wealth
crack the code
find the fault
turn the tumblers
open the vault
locks he'd smash
break the bank
relieve the loot
of locked stashed cash