Short Upended Poems
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Intended upended
suspended
upside-down
on trapeze by knees,
is caught,
catcher-clung
flung over
and righted,
as it is to be
the pitter patter
little feet of rain unkempt
needs to hibernate
wicked still ~ harsh tornadic
spin that upended Nashville
3/3/2020
Disastrous
upended
trajectory
again and again
bucking efforts
a palpable sense
shifted
knowledge
even among the most defiant
believe the writing is on the wall.
Hourglass upended
Yet again, sand trickles through
From top to bottom
Subtle way to remind us
Cusp of eternity waits.
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Scrimmage upended linemen
Super bowl Sunday
The crowd roared, foot ball sailed high.
Receiver zig-zagged down field,
Ball spun overhead,
Runner snatched in air— touch down!
When pressed to take sides
to 'answer the question'
To choose is to cause to divide ...
The solution, of course
to no one upend
is to answer, 'I don't know
~ it depends'
The voices were not kind again,
looking for weakness
planting seeds of demise.
darkness is warmest.
Soil we prepared.
dreams we amended.
Waiting for trees of life.
upended.
The silence slips away
The sanguine tides crusade
Upended sentences are untold
To touch the earth
and see a circuit of lies
shrouded by a nothing call
The hoofs of horses roam
to myriad kingdoms
putting your best foot forward
She held in her chubby hand
just a rounded, tacky plastic
snow-globe bubble.
Through blue gloop,
dandruff flakes fluttered:
the world - upended, shaken.
This, her own snowy kingdom:
a blizzard dome of imagination,
not suitable for that little sister.
He spoke with a lisp
he whispered and he sighed....
He sighed.... freedom...
The trees upended their branches
the roots clasped his throat
his bulging eyes and his body limp
blood dripped from his mouth
Magnolia kissed his lips
and sucked his bitter nectar....
Aphrodisiac worked well
The Martian thought ‘Swell’
‘Now I’ll make my move on this belle’
He leaned over to kiss her
But she moved and he missed her
Then she punched him right in his kisser
His plan upended
The Martian, offended
But she thought it ended just splendid
Upended
This material masquerade
Carve loose visions that pave
Father arts growing in me
The time to choose paths of virtue
Some semblance of sane
Love without gain
To speak and be heard
A thrill beyond all measure
They want to sell me at every corner
Saying I'm their soldier
Trying to get a grip
On the world and its fading silhoutte
People talking to themselves
When strolling down the street
At one time were the type of folks
You wouldn’t want to meet.
But ear buds linked to cell phones
Have upended that routine,
For everybody walks and talks
To listeners unseen.
So nowadays, when someone
Is conversing as he struts,
You can’t distinguish who is sane
From one who’s likely nuts.
You come to me in words
cool shimmering images
whispered into my mind
and etched upon my very soul
images vague and obscure
yet warm and familiar
sending me reeling
upended
rushing through time and space
only to find that which I long for
another touch of your hand
one more kiss from your lips
to once more feel
the warmth of your embrace
What of the tears, the cold, the gloom,
Amongst the ears of a silent room.
I sat alone, I wrote, I pondered,
How my life had so far wandered.
So off track, errant, upended--
No fruit in the garden that I’ve tended.
Depressed, a mess, seldom fed--
The crown of thorns is on my head.
Beneath the tears, a calm, a bliss.
I am not afraid of the abyss.
A haunting comes unexpected,
perhaps that’s the delicious draw;
Strolling the woods with a guffaw,
nature’s buzz leaves you elated;
Every sense may seem upended,
red bared skin on your wrist is raw;
A haunting comes;
Your pulse has become upgraded
put into pace by a chainsaw;
The blood curdling scream’s first law:
‘Leave all their calm devastated.’
A haunting comes.
A rabbit's life, tragically upended
because of the company he befriended -
where, once, happiness had brimmed,
he grew old, and his eyesight dimmed.
His brain slowed down like molasses.
'Twas then I saw him wearing glasses.
So, pitifully, he did implore,
but the carrot said, "don't darken my door".
In the end, he took the dead man's walk,
led by a vitamin A-poor celery stalk.
Still listening from lips,
a mute hearing with hands,
an improper metaphor.
……………………………………
In the frozen lake of eyes
a fish dies
in unread tears.
………………………………….
An upended
home of laments
in moon.
………………………………….
Imperfect proximity
of pillows.
sleep was distance apart.
……………………………..
Like poison ivy
a gnawing to itch
and an itch to gnaw.
Satish Verma
Form:
Revitalizing A Heart
Chaos recede found a culpable mind concede to restore upended lives
Atonement envision ebbing wave dispel blinding haze fueling old fears
Withering a storm as hope thrives despair erode and her love survives
Happiness revitalizing a heart tangled amid profound sorrow and tears
4/14/2017
12:22 a.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
Speak freely, the words that no one hears,
your rights upended in passing years.
Demand of your leaders, promises made,
campaign trails, like snails, fade.
Break from the mighty, purchased power,
pocketed influence for every hour.
Hold fast to those principles, fading out,
crumbling ideals, swept clean with doubt.
Mock of the mighty, this world unknown,
can I call this freedom? Do I call this home?
Green leaves listless languor lushly suspended
Dew glistening on grassy fields in early morn
Breeze gathering, cumulous clouds upended
Sun's rays burning through atmosphere's haze, reborn
Sweet corn on the cob gracing street vendors' stalls
Ice cream creations on cones piled up so tall
Love's blossoms on flower petal arrangements
Bridal showers, joyous wedding engagements
July 09, 2018
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Bemoan the songs unsung for want of melody and tongue.
Bewail the sorrows unlamented and veiled, for want of a good sob.
Waffling silent tunes echoing and rattling in the cage, trapped unexpressed.
We humans can only hear the flaps and rustles of the unsung,
which roost like bats inverted, upended in trees unheard, cloaked, silent.
The unsung lie on the ground, unheralded, unapplauded, unlauded, quiet,
never played out.
We all have different “normals” –
What we eat or wear or read
Or when we sleep or watch TV
To like the lives we lead.
The jobs we do, the trips we take,
The purchases we’re buying –
Our choices all are factors
In our living and our dying.
But “normal’s” been upended
In this crisis-laden year,
With many things on hold because
Of circumstance or fear.
My normal may not be like yours
Though maybe my resistance
To getting back to what once was
Will keep us at a distance.
In garish lands we pray our jingles
Full of pump and dump lyrics
And mistletoe romance.
And greet the new night
With freedom damn freedom
Kissing our showgirls... away from our wives.
Glass shattered honesty pickled with petrol
And dangling sympathy upended in misery
The tinsel and bribery packed away and forgotten.
A nod to the lenten ones, with sacrifice nibbling
At the ego-laced brains caught perpetually dealing.
This night, this tomorrow, this light, now extinguished.