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We are not as poor as some people say

We are not as poor as some people say

Our land is our source of food and our home
We work on our land almost every day
Selling coffee beans is our main income

In remote lands, where tourists find welcome
An old aid post is sixty miles away
Our land is our source of food and our home

Since there are no roads to town from our home
We carry coffee bags most of the way
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We don’t just wait for services to come
While struggling to survive another day
Our land is our source of food and our home

Enjoy some coffee when your tour is done
That cup or two of brew gives our days pay
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We own our land and work it, unlike some
We are not as poor as some people say
Our land is our source of food and our home
Selling coffee beans is our main income.


*Life in a developing country has many challenges. One of these is getting the right kind of development!

Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2013

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Through the Fog and Filthy Air

Through the fog and filthy air—
Which hurts my eyes just to see,
I come with something to declare…

I bring no one but myself; still, beware!
Beware of what may come after me
Through the fog and filthy air.

I come with bad news laid bare,
I come with lost souls—mad and hungry;
I come with something to declare:

Build high the wall, let them flare;
Lest all of them break in, running free!
Through the fog and filthy air.

Believe me what awaits out there:
They are not what they used to be,
I come with something to declare.

And, oh, I see them rushing from there—
Legion of hell which no one can compare!
Through the fog and filthy air
I come with something to declare!

Copyright © Adam Adhistian | Year Posted 2013

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NO TEA PARTY

NO  TEA  PARTY

The lid is rising on the kettle’s song,
Likewise my energy wastes itself in air,
Don’t call me when the tea’s made, I’ll be gone.

I left my true self with your vulgar throng
Now drawn and quartered, they arraign me with a stare,
The lid is rising on the kettle’s song.

To have believed in you, and not in long
Speeches of your drab affair –
Don’t call me when the tea’s made, I’ll be gone.

No one pushed me, but I see that I was wrong,
I’ve said it all, but I won’t bow, so there!
The lid is rising on the kettle’s song.

I should have known it, and the bells can bong
Each Sunday of the year without our heir,
Don’t call me for the christening, I’ll be gone

I did without a wedding, honeymoon, even the pong
Of babies, so there’s no joy for us to share –
The lid is hopping on the kettle’s song –
Don’t call me.  When the tea’s made, I’ll be gone.

BY ROSEMARIE ROWLEY

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2014

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Road Sixteen Hundred ( Alexandrine Villanelle)

With no idea none at all of what to do,
were sixteen hundred soldiers counted newly dead.
Ask sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue,

How many more to muster, murder; though untrue
the reasons given?  Gone where angels fear to tread,
with no idea none at all of what to do.

Unconcerned for what is lost or even who…
just "Collateral Damage"... that is what they said
at sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue.

From hollow oath the young men follow through
as "Cannon Fodder"… aren't they "lives" instead,
with no idea none at all of what to do,

What loss of value, freedom.  Dressed Red, White, and Blue
now shades of ghostly grey except where they have bled,
Tell sixteen hundred Pennsylvania avenue.

We waited as if deaf and blind to what we knew,  
Now sixteen hundred to untimely death have sped
with no idea none at all of what to do.
Tell sixteen hundred Pennsylvania avenue.

Copyright © robert Temple | Year Posted 2008

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Kind Woman, Womankind

Brutes, in name of God, to show their might, fixed laws, that you’d succumb like measly sheep. Womankind, kind woman, rise and fight. Innocents of war with smiles once bright, ravished; tossed like garbage in a heap, angels hovering nigh have you in sight. Faithful brides, for something less than trite, set on fire in their beds as they sleep. Kind woman, womankind, your soul‘s in flight. Girls in huts, legs spread, cry out in fright. A ritual to mutilate cuts deep. Angels from on high do hear your plight. Wives in their own homes (not all is right), beaten, hush their children not to weep. Womankind, kind woman, comes the night. . . . Sisters, don’t be wearied by the blight. For what they sow, God’s told us they shall reap. Angels have prepared you robes of white. Kind woman, womankind, hold tight your light. By Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Independence Tribute - For Jamaica

From Afric's banks secure naked we came
In empire's shell to build a name again
And each yearly leg we carry the flame

Forward with mighty surging wave. Proclaim
Us then the phoenix from fiery pain,
Children of Jamaica true to love's aim.

And this another year in sunrise frame
Strong, independent, problems we disdain
On the scroll of nations we write our name

We are Jamaica, fanning freedom's flame
We singers of faith, dance not here in vain:
To survive the rim you must make the game.

Let there be no tears, no cup for a blame
Sweet Jamaica is a green palm to reign
Where Columbus dead caravel found shame

And Hawkins and all his pirate's host lame
History repeat not here in God's domain
But pyramids rise of Africa's fame
Jamaica is the swallow - joy the rain 


 





Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010

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Infuriated

- For women who choose to have abortions just so they can continue to whore around.

You make my head swell,
& you're a sad excuse for a woman:
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

Abortion is a matter of life or death,
yet you choose death for this small being.
You make my head swell.

You work with children every day,
yet you still want to kill the one inside of you.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

You give me unwanted goose bumps with those words
"I want an abortion," as you laugh it away.
You make my head swell,

& I have the urge to take the innocent life today, do you?
You disgust me, making me want to vommit.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch

Steal the life of this baby and party your life away,
disregarding the fact that it didn't have a choice in the matter.
You make my head swell
you cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

-Caroline Youngless

Copyright © Caroline Youngless | Year Posted 2012

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Villanelle: To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives

Villanelle: To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives

To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
To free their peoples from the oppressors’ superior mores
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives

To what great good Mexican peasants seized land archives
When President Zapata refused to administer hard-won laws
To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives

To what great good Mahatma Gandhi’s fasting skill revives
The age-old Hindu-Muslim mistrust and Brahmin maws
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives

To what great good faithful Castro’s will still contrives strives
To keep his Marxist revolution going in open American jaws
To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives

To what great good nations boxed in by their leaders’ drives
Go through deprivation depression desolation for saviours
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives

To cap it all each nation favours some god with inane lies
An excuse to sanctify the nation’s man-made partisan laws 
To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Cattle and SUV's

Polar bears, spotted owls and honey bees 
Care nothing of scientific debates
Over flatus of cattle and SUV’s.

Some drop big oil drills and some drop big trees
To provide a place for our dinner plate,
With its filet mignon or black eye peas.

The planet goes on with its rolling seas
Immune to false conclusions and the hate
Over flatus of cattle and SUV’s.

Should politics and graduate degrees
Be allowed to sit and decide our fate,
While eating filet mignon/black eye peas?

Political winds, like a gentle breeze,
Carry the pollen of absurd debate;
Over flatus of cattle and SUV’s.

Perhaps all the powers of wannabe’s
Can save all the birds, fishes, ants and trees;
The filet mignon, and the black eye peas;
The flatus of cattle and SUV’s.  

Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2014

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Apathy is Fatal

Obedience  is  vital
Join  the  front-line  fray
Conscription  is  essential

Answer  the  war  call
Warships  want  mêlée
Obedience  is  vital

Apathy  is  fatal
Battle  breaks  in  the  bay
Conscription  is  essential

Be  the  hero  and  stand  tall
Join  us  today,  go  without  delay
Obedience  is  vital

Get  your  SLR  and  fight
Help  secure  the  water-way
Your  conscription  is  essential  

Taliban  snipers  will  see  you  fall
Their  aim  is  sharp  and  won't  stray
Obedience  is  vital
Your  conscription  is  essential

Copyright © Zack Dicks | Year Posted 2012

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Political Bondage

To be free of the people who tie and bind.
Leave all those who doubt me there; 
All the people who daudle fall behind…

Their ignorance and stupidity blind
And all the weak willed individuals should beware.
To be free of the people who tie and bind.

The tyrants rule and control they’re fragile minds.
 In filth the common live and are completely unaware;
All the people who dautle fall behind…

Like an obedient dog locked up and confined.
They do as they’re told with vacant stare.
To be free of the people who tie and bind.

Personality and uniqueness began to unwind.
The people know of no place better out there;
All the people who daudle fall behind…

They stand uniform and walk in steps and in a line.
One person whispers an unheard prayer…
To be free of the people who tie and bind.
All the people who daudle fall behind…

Copyright © emily humphreys | Year Posted 2010

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You Planted a Garden

You planted a garden and must make a decision,
As some varieties become very independent,
You are the one that has to control this situation.

The corn grows tall, creating massive division,
Suppressing all others, becoming the one percent.  
You planted a garden and must make a decision.

The squash is crafty by wondering in any direction,  
And steals nutrients from others without consent,
You are the one that has to control this situation.	

The tomatoes spread through rapid disconnection. 
Their vines hold others down through dissent.
You planted a garden and must make a decision.

The potatoes hide to avoid any infection,	
Become the underground within the basement.
You are the one that has to control this situation.	

So remember, you are in charge solely by election,
And every plant is part of those you represent.
You planted a garden and must make a decision,
You are the one that has to control this situation.

By Greg Stanley

Copyright © Greg Stanley | Year Posted 2012

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Imitator of Perpetrator

Malefactor of our mighty land
Guile do they practice from them, beat
Skank do they drop on our prior rand

Their soul's the people reprimand
Like flies rejecting a rust feet
Malefactor of our mighty land

Drive them from our inunct land
Like Fulani cattle being hit
Skank do they drop on our prior rand

Sweep out before broth turns our hand
Like cobwebs cleaned out of room neat
Malefactor of our mighty land

Their tongue festooned with sweet canard
Embellished with tear thorns their teeth
Skank do they dump on our prior rand

When they continue being rotund
We the citizens turns unfit
Malefactor of our mighty land
Skank do they dump on our prior rand

Copyright © Badmus Ridwan O | Year Posted 2013

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Villanelle: Strike - And you sign your own death warrant

Villanelle : Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !

   for Obama, a swell chap he may have been or may yet be

Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !
   Wild men’ll come a-gunning avenge their own god
Is that wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot ?

Come they’ll too clad in black : King and President
   All muttering under breath : « The Old Sod ! »
Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !

You’ll have time to rue what a lone strike meant
   Your shores were never at stake nor your Lord
Is that wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot?

Those who build iron walls know they can’t hunt
   Must the World be sacrificed for one god ?
Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !

When d’you strike back for the Sandyhook Lent
   The NRA strikes back and call you : « Sod »
Is that wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot ?

Be the Statesman and make every word count
   Bring the toddler gods to the feet of God
Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !
Is the wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot?

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2013

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Quakers on Pacifism

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war,

Or to refuse to stuff one’s face with meat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore

 

By definition.  It’s not like before.

These things are individual.  We can cheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

 

We cannot break an invisible law.

We rubbed it out, you see.  I should repeat:

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

Some are.  Some aren’t.  There’s nothing we stand for.

We can have bacon, toast or Shredded Wheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war – 

 

To be vegetarian, vegan or

In any way, restrict what one may eat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

This, Friends, is the conclusion we must draw – 

Won’t vote on this; we might just face defeat:

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore. 

Copyright © Paula Puddephatt | Year Posted 2011

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Villanelle: Only in democracies reigns surprise

Villanelle: Only in democracies reigns surprise

Only in democracies reigns surprise
The majority cast their franchised rights
Elect CEOs who tell fat cat lies

In dictatorships the leader is wise
He elects himself and appoints his mites
Only in democracies reigns surprise

On election day leaders on the rise
By the hundredth day majority fights
Elect CEOs who tell fat cat lies

By end of first term majority dies
Wonders how they kept the leader uprights
Only in democracies reigns surprise

By start of second term the voter cries
Give us our oligarchy by rights
Elect CEOs who tell fat cat lies

In dictatorships people march in files
To show they don’t much care about rights
Only in democracies reigns surprise
Elect CEOs who tell fat cat lies.
    © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2014

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 13

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 13

The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster
Heartless It changes its head from time to time
Ultimate machine waging wars forever

Emits bizarre noises most smooth or clever
Through mouth-pieces that spin words sans sense nor rhyme
The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster

Drops never to sleep for fear of the neighbour
Has its eyes and ears peeled open all the time
Ultimate machine waging wars forever

Devoirs people kept under threat of hunger
Deprives them of human rights and over-time
The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster

Drives the sick into secret service gutter
Who then justify wars and villainous crime
Ultimate machine waging wars forever

Loves to strut on World Stage bonhomie player
While backstage lights the fuse Guy Fawkes failed to prime
The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster
Ultimate machine waging wars forever

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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"O"

           Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
     From the ashes of corruption and greed, a unifying spirit will arise
             And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn. 
 
          We rejoice in his Presidency and the day he is sworn             
          Into an Office tainted by eight years of endless lies
            Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn

           A Socialist, to those who look down on him with malicious scorn
           Progressive diplomat, to those of us who are not looking for a reprise
           And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn. 

           Some try to topple his efforts, but on that January morn
           Throngs of people will crowd and stare, as if looking at a beautiful sunrise  
           Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn 

           With patience and undying courage he will mend a nation torn
            Insurmountable obstacles are present, but he hears our cries
             And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn 

    Diligent leadership will help create progress to problems skyrocketing and airborne   
            He promises he will stand with us in a time of lows or highs 
            Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
            And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn

Copyright © Jesse Wood | Year Posted 2008

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 21

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 21

Would Hindus see in Paris kill Siva’s* will
Who’s show is this: Puppeteer or puppet’s
Kali-Yuga* dragging hind legs to standstill

Callow kids spray lead to warn not infidel
For what glory of own faith’s idle pets
Would Hindus see in Paris kill Siva’s will

What kills: finger on trigger or divine will
ISIS hand or lead Kalashnikov jets
Kali-Yuga dragging hind legs to standstill

Piecemeal World War III Papal wisdom mill
Did not racial hatred collide with tenets
Would Hindus see in Paris kill Siva’s will

Some people seek to dress world in their frill
Are Crusaders fratricidal Semites
Kali-Yuga dragging hind legs to standstill

Andromeda clash through Milky Way spill
Lest ISIS pound Kali-Yuga with jets
Would Hindus see in Paris kill Siva’s will
Kali-Yuga dragging hind legs to standstill

•	Siva: Hindu Trinity of the Godhead Brahman
                   composed of Brahma (Creator), Vishnu (Preserver)
		And Siva (Destroyer)
•	Kali-Yuga: According to Hindus, the “Iron Age” (the last phase of human existence), having commenced with the Mahabharatha (the Great War on February 18, 3102 B.C.E.)
will come to an end in less than 430000 years. – time enough to shoot the Milky Way to pulp.

© 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: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 14

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 14 

Who’s guilty for some good States can’t help but sow
All All who despise those on the other side
All All who bleed their hearts’ beliefs parties mow

All All who toil helpless and let their blood go
All All men of worth who keep going with tide
Who’s guilty for some good States can’t help but sow

Monster changes heads but can’t stop body grow
The Republic merely pits side against side 
All All who bleed their hearts’ beliefs parties mow

The Monster’s nightmare the day when heads must go
Let litter gather for the next divorced bride
Who’s guilty for some good States can’t help but sow

Who pays for the stroke that cripples the State more
Than the dead People who make up either side
All All who bleed their hearts’ beliefs parties mow

Men of not much worth who stoke the psychic maw
Hold to ransom the fate of peoples worldwide
Who’s guilty for some good States can’t help but sow
All All who bleed their hearts’ beliefs parties mow

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 16

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 16

Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
Must People cast votes to elect block Parties
Athenians all took part in vox populi

Founding Fathers of Great America Party
Chief Washington revolution guaranties
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy

Corsican blood runs blue in French royalty
Scottish rites oath govern secret warranties
Athenians all took part in vox populi

Politicos Police legal fraternity
Avarice cruelty sexualities
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy

No vote counts for individuality
All is grist to Big Money incongruities
Athenians all took part in vox populi

Will Grand Architect of Universality
Show his true face from behind inanities
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
Athenians all took part in vox populi

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015


Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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At the Ripples of the Sun's Rays, I Stare

At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare.
In water, I fight to rise, but I sink;
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
Above me, on the shore, they do not care
That I have fallen over the blue brink
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays. I stare.
 
They will live more than me, since they are there
With more than enough breath. I cannot think
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
The current pulls me away from my share
Of life, which above, the indulgents drink.
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare.
 
The growing pressure is hard to bear,
As I watch their images slowly shrink,
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
I push to live, as they do. It’s not fair
That I drown in these debts of which I sink;
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare,
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.

Copyright © Aaron Crowley | Year Posted 2011

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 3

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 3

Politics’ the art of decrying nations
The national art’s how to prostitute Mother
Arming nations need no justifications

The People's Ego broadens shores of nations
Which provokes invasions by the Other
Politics’ the art of decrying nations

Tongking’s engulfed behind United Nations
You know whom strangled by the likes of Hitler
Arming nations need no justifications

Victim stones make no dent on pretensions
Vietnamese mothers bear with stoic laughter
Politics’ the art of decrying nations

Resist and invite self-mortifications
Retaliate and be dubbed mortal sinner
Arming nations need no justifications

Hug the Nation during incinerations
Pride will stand us good stead in Life hereafter
Politics’ the art of decrying nations
Arming nations need no justifications

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015 

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 5

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 5

Kings Prophets alike the Democratic State
Do/can/may use force on people they enslave
And individual rights incriminate

Oppressed peoples’ rights remain inanimate
Until some Garibaldi wields the glaive
Kings Prophets alike the Democratic State

The art of government’s how to amputate
The will of the people own voice to save
And individual rights incriminate

The Administration’s the stooge incarnate
Festers in bosom the Secret Police knave
Kings Prophets alike the Democratic State

Who by Divine Right rule in the Police State
Muzzling media voice their power to save
And individual rights incriminate

Till all factions through coercion emulate
Tyrants who use violence and manic rave
Kings Prophets alike the Democratic State
Do individual rights incriminate

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 17

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 17

Real power lies not in the ranks of the parties
Nor in heads of governments parties elect
Puppet-strings in hands of secret societies

Those whose claws pierce guts through nationalities
The bankers investors owners who select
Real power lies not in the ranks of parties

But in hereditary lords ethnic cronies
Those who speak for gods with violent effect
Puppet-strings in hands of secret societies

Those who allegiance owe through club affinities
Across borders oceans or lands derelict
Real power lies not in the ranks of parties

In lodges temples private media companies
Bound by rituals rites oaths sworn dead secret
Puppet-strings in hands of secret societies

For whom even to write quote such verities
Clamour of rage pounces on the hapless poet
Real power lies not in the ranks of parties
Puppet-strings in the hands of secret societies

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015 

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 15

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 15

The Republic’s an headless Monster to let
Power mad individuals pay to rent head
The State’s enmeshed in the Admin’s red-tape net

The Administration cannot think nor beget
Must obey or its heads will be under-fed
The Republic’s an headless Monster to let

National forces keep borders tightly knit
Secret Police shut People well under lead
The State’s enmeshed in the Admin’s red-tape net

The threat of force often makes the People fret
The use of force comes from the political head
The Republic’s an headless Monster to let

People in modern States have cause to regret
Ritually replacing the Monster’s head
The State’s enmeshed in the Admin’s red-tape net

Cut the head off the Monster replace State to let
In time to come with selfless Robot at the head
The Republic’s an headless Monster to let
The State’s enmeshed in the Admin’s red-tape net

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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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 

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 45

Sound the gongs Blow the trumpets Let pigeons soar
The most well-kept secret’s about to be sawn
At last Great Leaders can reveal the true Law

Who makes worlds go round and round like swinging door
Who turns on firmament lights like on home lawn
Sound the gongs Blow the trumpets Let pigeons soar

Who drew Andromeda into Milky Way’s maw
Who raised Wall of Galaxies as tennis lawn
At last Great Leaders can reveal the true Law

Who made glacial periods run like mad wild boar
Who swung meteorites like golf balls every dawn
Sound the gongs Blow the trumpets Let pigeons soar

Truth ricochets like Le Bourget planes roar
The secret’s hidden from us poor folks ill-born
At last Great Leaders can reveal the true Law

Thanks to COP21 we now know much more
NATURE is the plaything of those who use brawn
Sound the gongs Blow the trumpets Let pigeons soar
At last Great Leaders can reveal the true LAW

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 32

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 32

Ask them who brought this World to the brink of doom
Why what they say now they didn’t at COP1
Ask them if they can really reverse tides that loom

Ask them why on elections’ eve they turn new broom
Do leaders come of age at fresh twenty-one
Ask them who brought this World to the brink of doom

Ask them why farewell speeches seem studied gloom
Who put in relief the joke on succession
Ask them if they can really reverse tides that loom

Ask them why campaign speeches bloom way from home
What if the next leader’s gun-oil Republican
Ask them who brought this World to the brink of doom

Then ask yourself why some need others to groom
Need other leaders to prove they are Number One
Ask them if they can really reverse tides that loom

Ask them clean energy spells doom for whom
Who stands to gain what greenhouse gases consume
Ask them who brought this World to the brink of doom
Ask them if they can really reverse tides that loom

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015