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A Daydream

What if I was Esther and named queen?
Could I be beautiful, brave, and bold?
I would—at least in my daydream.

Pianos would ne’er need practicing,
Mother would not hover and scold,
What if I was Esther and named queen?

My face would shine with love all agleam,
I would drink from goblets made of gold,
I would—at least in my daydream.

Death would befall all Haman’s team,
Victory for my people would unfold,
What if I was Esther and named queen?

I would ruin Haman’s odious scheme,
Righteousness and justice I would uphold,
I would—at least in my daydream.

Lord, I can just picture the scene,
I would lavish thanks uncontrolled,
I would—at least in my daydream.
What if I was Esther and named queen?


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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


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Villanelle: Dare you stain the portals of your deity's sacrosanct citadel

Villanelle: Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel

Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Which mortal mammal’s primal address the rapists desecrate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel

Seeds of life ever come tumbling from out the sacred temple
There to greet in meiosis and in secret reverence gestate
Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel

Do heathen women toiling in the dark draw the blinds on hell
And Gorgon heads of demons deep in them shudder vibrate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel

Yet deafening tunnel shrieks of the human species’ s carousel  
Re-winds obsessive tinnitus ear-pounding thuds to celebrate 
Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel

Who keeps the sanctum sanctorum well-cleansed spiritual
But the defiant procreator linga tireless distending inebriate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel

He who bestial disembowels the temple in a frenzied spell
His own mother disowns and hysteric squats on life’s dictates
Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray linga infidel

©  T. Wignesan – Pars, 2014




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A Stormy Villanelle

            
her storm seen sometime or never
her form a mottled cry,
begs the clinker from the sky

that many try, to pacify her ire,
nought can quench her heady fire,
her storm seen sometime or never

none have won to pacify her surge,
to all men now a cursed scourge,
begs the clinker from the sky

no prediction can be lent,
only heaven’s interdiction can be lent,
her storm seen sometime or never

grasps the metal’s leery eye,
depths of Hades burns it dry,
begs the clinker from the sky

then hard pull, protection’s reins,
her nature’s wrath, knows no direction,
her storm seen sometime or never,
begs the clinker from the sky


02/03/2015


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Crazy Woman

Crazy Woman Vilanelle


Do not tell her that romance is a lie; 

silver prince will come to save her from gloom- 

over her gray hair, white doves swiftly fly 

 

A true believer, she never asked why 

million roses died before they bloomed; 

do not tell her that romance is a lie 

 

she pretends she hasn't seen herself cry; 

recollecting her lost love, unresumed- 

over her gray hair, white doves swiftly fly 

 

Helium hope's flashing from the sky; 

stars reveal one's fate- or so she assumed- 

do not tell her that romance is a lie 

 

Cynics despise such dreams she lives by; 

time after time, tin loves end in tombs- 

over her gray hair, white doves swiftly fly 

 

Despite bitter facts she'd still love to try; 

waiting nervously in her frosty room- 

do not tell her that romance is a lie; 

over her gray hair, white doves swiftly fly.


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Oh Vulnerable Woman

What a beauty you are!
In this very life, my life!
Oh vulnerable woman!

In your fertile womb,
Precious little life,
What a beauty you are!

Lovely soul takes life bids,
Without hesitation,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Without your weakness,
You would not offer love,
What a beauty you are!

Selfless is your existence;
Yielding self to a small one,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Your delicate body gifted life,
And life gives peace as price,
What a beauty you are!
Oh vulnerable woman!


8/11/14

** This is dedicated to my wonderful mother who took the risk of giving us all 
her children - LIFE. My salute to all mothers whose vulnerability is a true 
beauty!!


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APPREHENSIVE

Justice adjourns in Civil Law. All must hear my voice. I entered the Court Room insecure. I stand as he enters the room. The Judge begins deliberation. Justice adjourns in Civil Law. The injuries I have are the cause of litigation. My pain is stated via face. I entered the Court Room insecure. In God’s speed, I trust. Confidence begins to enter my person. Justice adjourns in Civil Law. Focus on the Defense brings more confidence. I stop self-doubting. I entered the Court Room insecure. The case was heard. The Judge submitted his Opinion and Order. Justice adjourns in Civil Law. An abuse of discretion An error in Law I entered the Court Room insecure. Justice adjourns in Civil Law. ______________________________/ Sponsor: Juli- Michelle Contest Name Rhyme Battle: Round 4 Entry Date: March 09. 2014 Motif: Justice ~This is not a typical Villanelle. A villanelle can be atypical. This villanelle is atypical (not traditional 19 lines) because it has 22 lines (w/o spaces counted) but is perfect to rhyme scheme. Note: However, a villanelle needs no particular meter or line length, so I was free to experiment with the form. Villanelle is terribly obsessive and brings out the emotions of any neurotic writer. ~Please read About This Poem!~