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A Peregrine Falcon

A peregrine falcon masters the sky
its wings majestically arched with flair,
soaring with the elements eye to eye.

In a flurry of speed, it flashes by, 
serenely aloof untethered and rare,
a peregrine falcon masters the sky.

Sunlight gilds feathers as soft as a sigh,
like flickering flecks they ignite the air, 
soaring with the elements eye to eye.

Naturally nimble, graceful and spry,
inspiring both audacity and dare,
a peregrine falcon masters the sky.

Riding an invisible thermal high, 
it swoops me up, till suddenly I'm there, 
soaring with the elements eye to eye.

Like poetry in motion, wingtips fly,
and awed by such beauty, I can but stare.
Soaring with the elements eye to eye,
a peregrine falcon masters the sky.

(A “villanelle” poem.)

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Tortured Souls

Tortured souls breaking free

outward bound into the night
tortured souls set me free

when you find your destiny
everything will be alright
tortured souls breaking free

let us go now finally
take this chance to set things right
tortured souls set me free

calm your fears and stay with me
gathering the strength to fight
tortured souls breaking free

holding on to what you see
looking into dawns first light
tortured souls set me free

why can't you just let me be
stay out of my wavered sight
tortured souls breaking free
tortured souls set me free

Copyright © Anne Hessler | Year Posted 2013

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A Bump in the Road

(Terrorist Attack-Benghazi 9/11/12)

The Navy Seals absorbed the brunt
of fire al-Qaida thugs bestowed
and died in battle near the front,

stood tall with courage to confront
a vile assault of bitter mode.
The Navy Seals absorbed the brunt

on rooftop stand, machine gun stunt,
a grim attack, defenders slowed,
and died in battle near the front.

As choked in soupy smoke, the hunt
for those alive, true effort owed,
the Navy Seals absorbed the brunt.

The dozens saved in rescue shunt
as teams of seals took up the load,
and died in battle near the front.

A callous chief then voiced it blunt,
and termed it as “A bump in the road.”
The Navy Seals absorbed the brunt,
and died in battle near the front.



Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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The Berlin Wall

The swirls of freedom’s fervent dreams
On canvas raised in bitter cold
Upon oppression’s wall of screams

A city severed at its seams
Gleaned comfort in art’s bright console 
The swirls of freedom’s fervent dreams

Beyond the walls, a feared regime
With liberty, in stern control
Upon oppression’s wall of screams

The inside; vibrant colors gleam  
Expressions brushed of angst, unfold
The swirls of freedom’s fervent dreams

The gray outside; true evil’s scheme
With barbs of wire ensnaring souls
Upon oppression’s wall of screams

A palisade of painted streams
Immersed in thought – cascading bold 
The swirls of freedom’s fervent dreams
Upon oppression’s wall of screams

~~16 Mar 2016~~

Note –During the later stages of the cold war, the West Berlin
side of the Berlin Wall was an unrestricted outlet for graffiti
artists to express the freedom absent on the other side.

Copyright © david mohn | Year Posted 2016

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The Radio

I am living in a small village; my father told to me;
Do not be a man like the Radio,
Live with the nature and hear the sound of tree.

That is the common way a man should be;
Nature has the big power and you should know;
But learn more by yourself, do not believe me.

As growing up; I can hear and see,
"Develop the better nature" what the Mayor wows;
And show-off to cuts down the trees.

Who can stop him; no, no, nobody;
No one can stand up and say no;
Villagers have to say yes same as me.

Everyone become the Radio slowly slowly,
Just complaint quietly as a broken Radio.
No, What I can do, I have to re-plant the trees.

With hoping that the trees are growing strongly;
To change village to the good development circle,
Things need to change; Radio, People and Me.
How to Change? Just listen to the Trees.

Copyright © Panya Chanthavong | Year Posted 2016

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The Gypsy Queen

This week we turn sixteen
We should run away, just you and me
I’m gonna be a gypsy queen
You’re dreaming again, my dear josephine
You know this thing can never be
This week we turn sixteen
You have to help me I’m burning like gasoline
I want to be free, to dance, to swim in the sea
I’m gonna be a gypsy queen
My beloved sister this is obscene
We’re both adults now don’t you see
This week we turn sixteen
It’s in your eyes: you know I’ve seen
You might not have the guts to flee
I’m going to be a gypsy queen
Stay if you want and wonder what could have been
Nothing you can say that will stop me
This week we turn sixteen
I’m going to be a gypsy queen

Copyright © Benjamin Wormwood | Year Posted 2016

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Villanelle: What do you do if the Culprit's the Country

Villanelle: What do you do if the Culprit’s the Country

What do you do if the Culprit’s the Country
Will the Head of State turn against the Police
Go hang yourself on the nearest pipal* tree

Which country faults on its own territory
When It cracks down citizens or migrant mice
What do you do if the Culprit’s the Country

Take the oath if it bolsters the Enemy
No pious paean will wash sins away, please
Go hang yourself on the nearest pipal tree

Your life’s not yours to take if not for Patrie*
Ribbons and medals on chest consecrate vice*
What do you do if the Culprit’s the Country

O! for the belles bells tolling the reverie
Look! My Country’s crown towers above cloud’s fleece
Go hang yourself on the nearest pipal tree

No country’s worth the life of one family
If the force that protects corrupts the Police
What do you do if the Culprit’s the Country
Go hang yourself on the nearest pipal tree

•	pipal: since the pipal tree has no prop roots, at least,
in death you can serve to prop it up

•	Patrie: French for Mother Country
•	vice: French pronunciation, please!

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015  

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 33


Yesterday colonial century ago
China Brazil India fed not masses
Today whose rate of growth cannot stop but grow

Rich and mighty nations always wanted more
Invested in ammunition to cut losses
Yesterday colonial century ago

Yesterday poor nations gasped for breath to sow
Who doled out guns made from lethal gases
Today whose rate of growth cannot stop but grow

Yesterday nomads roamed deserts without dough
Till from under their soles spurt oil and gases
Yesterday colonial century ago

Tomorrow rich nations will trillions borrow
Mass unrest will choke more than greenhouse gases
Today whose rate of growth cannot stop but grow

Day after tomorrow will expose vain Ego
Will national leaders all betray masses
Yesterday colonial century ago
Today whose rate of growth cannot stop but grow

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 34




Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 34

If only the tired masses had time to think
If only they knew leaders were prisoners too
Would not security forces with us link

The rocks some throw will into proper heads sink
Even leaders will no longer be taboo
If only the tired masses had time to think

The real Enemy makes money to clink
In the ears of leaders who’ll join their ranks too
Would not then security forces with us link

Though this less-than-one-per-cent makes the World drink
Dance drunk much material progress to woo
If only the tired masses had time to think

Masses choose leaders who need moneyed-class wink
These mafia-made leaders dupe masses even more
If only security forces would with us link

In the end little use if masses could think
What leaders want more of is the vote or two
If only the tired masses had time to think
Would not security forces with us link

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 57


Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 57

The use of force to protect the weak the hungry
A Zapata whose righteous anger boils bounds
To set right an injustice the peasant to free

Is that violence that must be put under key
Whose anger Madero’s peaceable laws confounds
The use of force to protect the weak the hungry

Had not Steinbeck’s Wrath in the Land of Plenty
Set free Mao and Castro’s masses from their hounds
To set right an injustice the peasant to free

Who came to Kazan’s rescue Mice and Men stand free
Hang honour Hang power Hang the world out of bounds
The use of force to protect the weak the hungry

In Steinbeck’s words Can a man whose thoughts born angry
Bring peace to a world where laws of peace obey hounds
To set right an injustice the peasant to free

Who kills not to feed whose young who cry when hungry
Yet Krishna urged Arjuna take battle field grounds
The use of force to protect the weak the hungry
To set right an injustice the peasant to free

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 6

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 6

Should the State legitimate entity be
To make the use of force It generates valid
True father protects for life his progeny

Change helmsmen and change its personality
The State’s a will o’ the wisp under tight lid
Should the State legitimate entity be

The State is as human as errors can be
Should It excuse seek or new elections bid
True father protects for life his progeny

No citizen conscription thwarts and breathes free
Abjure violence to be made invalid
Should the State legitimate entity be

Since consensus derives from majority
Who made the individual a Candide
True father protects for life his progeny

Overlook crush even one nonentity
What right have men to govern any breed
Should the State legitimate entity be
True father protects for life his progeny

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015




Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: Teach not a dog how not to bark

Villanelle : Teach not a dog how not to bark
   (This dog the mawkish villanelle baulks)

Teach not a dog how not to bark
   Dogs bark for a lark in the dark
When Masters mawkish dreams embark

Do dogs bark to ape human talk
   Or wake Masters to take side-walk
Teach not a dog how not to bark

Each dog howls up some Jack’s Bean Stalk
   For the wolf in the dog must stalk
When Masters mawkish dreams embark 

Do dogs bark to make the dingo baulk
   At some sick Master’s leash-end talk
Teach not a dog how not to bark

Each dog lifts its leg at some bark
   Don’t preachers too leak after dark
When Masters mawkish dreams embark 

Every dog knows it must bark
Every dog knows its own bark
Teach not a dog how not to bark
When Masters mawkish dreams embark 
   © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 25

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 25

Followers are made from day one in the womb
Not gods but by men in the full-length skirt
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb

Do not men in frocks drive terror promise doom
Those who heed not words they stuff into gods first
Followers are made from day one in the womb

Can honourable men raise gods from the tomb
Invite them back to earth slake believers’ thirst
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb

Who split their gods’ words plunge followers in gloom
Make dissenters fight staunch believers first
Followers are made from day one in the womb

Sexless men tear each other under own dome
Then order robot men to give up the ghost
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb

Who forbids men from praying under one dome
Don’t middle-men stoked by sybarite Sophist
Followers are made from day one in the womb
Pavlov mice all salivate stunned stark in tomb

-	End of Part One –

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris

Villanelle : Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris

Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris
Vesuvius sank isle strung duckweed in Mid-Sea
Tectonic plates clash Zeus’ curse sinks Atlantis 

Tough talk across Atlantic makes Olympus hiss
Triumphant magnate tandem with pale Yin on knee
Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris

No Plato to lament holy Lost Angeles
Split through Grand Canyon guts out at New Jersey
Tectonic plates clash Zeus’ curse sinks Atlantis

Meru’s father stomachs no campaign mudsling blitz :
« Stop the la-di-da now or I’ll make you float free ! »
Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris

« Let Minerva win or I’ll split Oval Office ! 
I’ll not say it again : You’ll lose Land of Free ! »
Tectonic plates clash Zeus’ curse sinks Atlantis

No curse worse than what shatters Olympus bliss
« Come to your senses now : Trump card will make you flee ! »
Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris
Tectonic plates clash Zeus’ curse sinks Atlantis

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2016

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 18

Villanelle : The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 18

World in which is ingrained innate violence
Where nation-States all hell-bent on blitz wars
He who abstains from doing harm commits offence

Is branded traitor parasite perched on fence
On conscientious objector shine no stars
World in which is ingrained innate violence

Even cowards by nature obtain licence
To kill at will armed to the teeth in holy wars
He who abstains from doing harm commits offence

The non-violent sport no medals bright dense
Nor do they rape their loved ones inflicting scars
World in which is ingrained innate violence

Boosting ego is the craft of violence
Insecure feelings drive muscle-man jaws
He who abstains from doing harm commits offence

Do no harm and attain pure inner silence
Resort to arms let rage Raskolnikov indoors
World in which is ingrained innate violence
He who abstains from doing harm commits offence

©  T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015 

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: Do States the raison d'Etat circumvent

Villanelle: Do States the raison d’Etat circumvent

Do States the raison d’Etat* circumvent
The collective will Has it a single soul
Should not the force publique* State crimes prevent

Who but a few stand for the State’s content
The armed forces stifle in strait camisole*
Do States the raison d’Etat circumvent

Yet the elected crew behave innocent
The people’s will blocked by the party’s role
Should not the force publique State crimes prevent

The democratic way Does it not relent
Let parties alternate with no eye on goal
Do States the raison d’Etat circumvent

Entrenched forces damn all as of no moment
In the name of the People abuse their role
Should not the force publique State crimes prevent

Lives lie blunt forlorn twisted stymied rent
By mud-caked oath-swearing secret ritual
Do States the raison d’Etat circumvent
Should not the force publique State crimes prevent

•	raison d’Etat: reason of State
•	force publique: the Police
•	camisole de force: strait jacket

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015


Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015