Vera Sidhwa


Vera Sidhwa Poems

1. Tropical City 9/15/2011
2. Yesterday The Ocean Was Blue 9/15/2011
3. Pink And Yellow Flowers 9/18/2011
4. Your Halo Far Away 10/16/2011
5. Youth Is In Full Bloom 10/16/2011
6. As I Saw The Orient 10/16/2011
7. Song To Thee 10/29/2011
8. Colorado Rocks 10/30/2011
9. Philosphy Of Zen 10/30/2011
10. Something Hidden 10/30/2011
11. Halloween Song 10/31/2011
12. I See It Is 10/31/2011
13. All The World Was Glass 10/31/2011
14. Love 10/31/2011
15. Hello 11/4/2011
16. Snowpowder And Ice 11/4/2011
17. Morning 11/4/2011
18. Carmegeddon - Highways Of The Earth 11/5/2011
19. Life Be Not Proud 11/5/2011
20. Far Away 11/5/2011
21. Stand-Still Picture 11/5/2011
22. Mirror, Who Am I 11/11/2011
23. Johnny Walker 11/11/2011
24. Black Heaven 11/11/2011
25. Discovery 11/11/2011
26. Don'T Ask You? 11/11/2011
27. Thinking Of Evel Knevel 11/11/2011
28. Hoggy The Cop 11/11/2011
29. Just Not Right 11/11/2011
30. Beauracracy 11/13/2011
31. Quicker 11/13/2011
32. Silver Reflectors 11/4/2011
33. Law Of Nature 11/4/2011
34. Train That Went Around The World 11/4/2011
35. Red 10/29/2011
36. Writing Manic 11/13/2011
37. Cover Song 11/13/2011
38. Dance Of The Romance 12/12/2011
39. Large Bowl Of Fruits 12/12/2011
40. Me Thinketh Thou Doth Talk Too Much 12/22/2011
Best Poem of Vera Sidhwa

Traffic Light

Ah green, I love my green.
It's the traffic light's nicest scene.
Green is a traffic dream.
You can always keep driving, driving, driving.
And you can keep going in life, whatever you're doing,
Your favorite project, your favorite dream.

And orange traffic light,
In my life, I've had to a slow down when I was skiing,
A slow down of whatever I was doing.

And oh red light.
I had to stop being in so much strife.
I had to stop my bad habits.

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Tropical City

Speak to me of youth, and breezes warmed by the sun
The breezes that falter down cool alleys
In the city built in the sun

Speak to me of flower vendors, and the beggar boys that run
The old ones who stagger through dusty roads
Of a city built in the sun

And I'll tell you of a hundred days when I wished all was well

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