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Best Poems From
VERA SIDHWA
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Half Full
My forest was half full of verdant leaves.
It was half full of deep green grass.
My body, half full immersed in ocean deep,
Created a sense of just enough.
The just enough needed for contentment,
The perception of that water-air border.
The half full life that life will present you,
The half full love, when he says he loves you.
The line in that glass filled with water then air,
Looked at a perspective and angle fair,
The optimistic view now prevailing,
The good recognized middle path by the wise instructing.
So contentment in one's life deepening.
The glass half empty,
No the glass half full.
Your perception of that border between water and air.
You making a decision for happiness fair.
Vera Sidhwa
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I Chased a Dried Leaf Down the Freeway
I chased a dried leaf on the freeway,
The long and twisty freeway of fun.
This dry leaf knew no speed limit,
Nor laws of the road, over which many cars would run.
Unlike you who drive on the freeway at night,
Towards the exit approaching so fast.
Welcoming you to a nighttime car crash,
A bloody, freeway, car crash sight.
But that leaf didn't mind,
It wasn't obstructed by humankind's,
Rigid and nature violations,
This leaf was free to travel fast on Freeway 4 0 5.
To do as it pleased, to roll around as it pleased,
To dance as it danced.
On the freeway of his life,
That we could not access,
For ourselves, the builders.
Traffic so thick, we may as well,
Get out of our cars and walk next to them.
And still the dried leaf,
Rolled off the freeway exit,
And returned back home to his garden.
Vera Sidhwa
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I Climbed Trees
Climbing trees was always fun.
But the problem kicked in when I was done.
Looking far down from my new found perch,
Well, that was when I had to search.
In this inquiry, lay a thousand perils.
Looking up was pretty unimpeded.
But gazing down so very impeded.
For the tree wouldn't provide instructions,
Nor badly needed guidance,
As where my foot should step down.
So I sneaked downward without a sound.
But the baby branch broke!
And I held on,
By my pinkie,
By my thumb,
By one soar hand.
Gosh, this girl reached the ground at last,
Hopping of that tree,
Yes finally!
You see, the tree was her teacher.
Teaching lessons of life,
It taught her which directions to take,
What decisions to make.
When to give up,
When not.
How to play while learning.
And for adventures, keep yearning.
Vera Sidhwa
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I Fried A Bat For Lunch
Today I fried a bat for lunch,
Which I got myself to munch and munch,
His cape shaped wings,
His mousy head.
Then I spat out his little fried head,
For now I thought, I could be dead, dead, dead!
From eating such a concoction indeed,
Of bat wings, bat heads and bat feet.
Why I did this, I do not know,
It was a thrill and taking chances' afterglow.
But eating bats for munch-a-bunch lunch,
Was even for me a too wierd brunch.
Vera Sidhwa
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