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Details | Epic | |

Take Over

For weeks now the two young males had been watching,
waiting for their opportunity and now it was time.
They were now strong enough to take over the pride.
Signalling his intent to his brother Moto stood up
and started forward with Javier following behind.
As the reached the pride a battle royal ensued
The lionesses desperate to drive them off knowing
if they succeeded vast changes would occur.

Far in the distance Soto heard the roars and growls
as the take over ensued and rushed to protect them.
The fight was long and hard with some fatalities.
Soto received wounds that would take months to heal
as he was banished by the brothers, his life now as an outcast.
Luckily for him Zanidar joined him with her cubs of nearly a year old
She and they would  keep him fed as he slowly healed.

Back at the pride the brothers set about their gruesome task
all the cubs were hunted down and killed without mercy.
Now the lionesses would soon be ready to mate again 
and it would be their blood that the offspring would bear
perpetuating their line and increasing the size of the pride.

Life in the African Savannah was always cruel and hard
the brothers would face many challengers in their time.
Food always an issue once the migrating herds moved on.
Now a time of little the pride suffered and grew weaker.
The only saving grace was the buffalo not without their risks.
Valiant fighters who protected each other forming a ringed barrier
around the more vulnerable, ready to fight to the death.

With very young cubs the lionesses needed food to feed them
and desperation drove them on, finally they made a good kill
none would go hungry for a few days. In the distance the clouds
gathered rain falling far up country at last reaching them and
with the rain the vast herds once more returned and life teemed.

Now was a time of plenty and the pride recovered their health.
For seven years the brothers ruled supreme yet in the background
there were many waiting their own time. Two males in particular
Janto and Batso sons of Soto watched and waited eager to take over
until at last it was their time and turn to roust the pride males.
And so the never ending cycle started again until the next time.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Elegy | |

A Soldier's Elegy

A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
tranquility gurgles 
through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
refracted 
through the wind

The creature soars ever higher
in great swoops and dives
the horizon curves as it eludes vision
the stars pulse their siren
but thrill denies
adrenaline overrules
their ambient warning

Gust to gust each fades 
quicker than the last
whispers carry the weight of wings
and their soulful song breaches sanity
prayers of rightful good
where petty purple banners
crest twinkling hearts

The last thermal ridden
last lyric dies
as flight’s drone fades
upturned wings alone
the sky empty oblivion
as the sun aligns its beady eye
to the looping path of the bird

Two brittle forms 
grapple in light
which blots out the senses
and protects 
what can never be touched
divine oblivion 
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt 
six feet deep.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Deadly Mistake

trip and splash
teeth take advantage and sink
flock must flee

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse | |

The End of Faith

Two thoughts come to mind this morning. The deficiencies in our
      systems of governance -
local, global --
and the first two pages of The End of Faith in which he mistakes political
      (acts of war) for
religious acts,
but recognizes understanding the workings of the world is not the same
      as knowing
the unknowable.

Every new twinge provokes fear but what is there to fear? That
      one won't
live forever?
The year of a man is the day of an inchworm and 267 years on a
      reverse-
rotating Venus.
A billion of anything is a lot unless it's the distance one must traverse to
      look
at God.

How much silence, or tinnitus, can you handle? A chipmunk cannot for
      long
stand still.
Once the twinge passes I'm off to the next task: building a constituency
      for this compassion,
that solution.
The dialogue starts with a question. To know the question is almost
      certainly to find
an answer.

Conflating questions is the commonest of logic errors. No negotiation
      unless the
violence ends.
Why not talk while we fight? We can always kill, torture or assassinate
between conversations.
Justice, or retribution if you want, can remain on the table even after we
achieve understanding.

Nature is my religion, I know no other, and community is my church.
The sacrament
is policy debate. I attend church everyday. Our jobs are hymns (the
      classifieds
a hymnal)
and payment for services rendered is sung praise and gratitude. Walking
      and talking
is prayer.

Strategies to limit or subvert discussion are the only evil. Violence
is one
but not by far the only one. What's the hurry to build a highway or free
a people?
The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time and time is the mercy
of eternity.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

Change

I am feeling the shock of fast change. How to cope with it is of course the question. Listen to Beethoven through the neighbor's window? Look up from the page? Appreciate doves even though they are so numerous? I seem to have limitless choices although this cannot be true. Could I have become a computer specialist? Sure! How to remain still in the ever-maddening mandala. To remain still on the outer edge of the wheel is to ride laughingly and pluck at the gold key. I force myself down into the craw of the black vortex New York until I feel the strong oscillations gather rhythm and expel me or accept me.

            What do I find within the black electric walls of this unique vortex? I find there is more space between people than I'd ever dared to hope. That my efforts are unnecessary and hopeless. I cancel my subscriptions and stop eating. I embrace wild roots and run through streets with arm around my girl.


                    *                                  *                                  *

What is important.
That question.
I part my lips in the middle
      and blow
eat corn chips, dipsy doodles
make love, eat grapes.
                                In their mere chronology
events have no relation. How was making love
different from eating grapes. Differentiation

is essential to bring order from chaos. The chaos
is the accelerated change created by our own species
whose consummations have a quantum effect
      on the environment.
                                   But the chaos
existed long before, and long after us
in both more serene and violent forms.
Again a duality, but here's why.
                                            For
each duality may then be said to be in a dual
relationship with another duality, forming
cubes.
           These cubes are difficult to join
with other cubes, unless first they are
somewhat melted.
                          We were traveling among
these cubes, maneuvering
through a static array of equidistant points
but finding it impossible to avoid striking them.

So why the difficulty adapting. Because no species
before us had to adapt to its own effects upon
environment? No, every species must

but our adaptations (of the world) are so successful
(such fabrications!) One green, one brown

                      Two dead leaves
                              sleep-touching
                                     Then a breeze!

                                        *                                  *                                   *

                        Loveliness and loneliness
                        these periodic
                        auras
                                 they sleep apart/together

sometimes not always
        using sheets of white nothing madly
                connecting, splicing, parturition
                        continuing to birth life and ideals
                                like ants or any other species.
                                        Tree, each poem, begins
                                                and ends and giving up
                                                        to life's forms
                                                                graciously

surrendering to greater force, power, strength
        whatever it is called, the clog of heels
                upstairs to the door, turning of
                        the key, the taking out of the
                                garbage down below, car
                                        starting, placed in
                                                gear, cat
                                                        meowing

anyway, for myself, personally, speaking only
        for myself, because although the Parks
                Department rakes the leaves as it
                        did last autumn, to keep them
                                from clogging the sewer system,
                                        I am in a heightened
                                                state of vibration
                                                        Quivering

like a long steel pipe banged hard against an
        iron beam. The hard hat feels it in
                his hand (on the gears) but
                        great buildings are built that
                                nature destroys in time
                                        with a little wind
                                                water, fire

air, you glide down through the limpid air
        toward the ninety-seven story abandoned structure
                remnant of an earlier civilization
                        abandoned but not yet entirely
                                swept away in slow waves
                                        of change.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Human Nature

When chaos brings civilization to its knees 
From world wide pandemic critical disease
Or when a tsunami consumes everything beyond the shores
Swallowing the landscape and changing life as we know
Earthquakes shake the very foundation of this world
Or an astroid penetrates the cradle of birth
Bring us back to the primitive unleashing the truth
From the umbilical chord we are more ferocious than rabid wolves
And we will kill fellow man just to survive
Or just for the desire of taking ones life
What is compassion but a dead corpse on the road
Adrenalized by fear no time for sorrows
No need to worry about a world war zombie apocalypse 
We're already flesh eating monsters wearing dead skin
Most people panic when they lose internet or their lights
Autonomy is just a word most people can no longer define
And your money isnt worth *****so forget trying to buy
Your way out of cleansing while you run out of time
So learn to die well and hold your loved ones real tight
As you pray that your death will let you ascend to new heights
Beans, bullets, and bandaids are all that I'll need 
To keep population zero from taking over me
**** being hopeful could we really be so naive
To think that in these days we could some how find peace
When our mother earth gets restless and releases all of her worst
The only thing more destructive is our human nature

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning

Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Nature-Nurture

What suffering has been abated?
The cat still toys with her pray
Watching like a mother protecting her young
A grin carved with malintent

Order, a court of greater ills
Ladders with no rungs, smooth pillars
What sins does this kingdom commit
When there is no capacity for reason?

No ships sunk from remorse
A cargo never considered

What generous heart is weaved in roots and vines?

Copyright © Justin Benassi | Year Posted 2015

Details | Questionku | |

Egg Opener

       Egg Opener - Questionku

Delicate shells
Chickens lay their young
Who used the sledge hammer

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Automatic Pen

            Automatic Pen

Pure white paper laid wide open on the desk
Virginity called into question from four sides
Paper never gives interviews before retiring
Never past 7:00 pm or there about that time
Pen attacked the page with explosions and burst
Black and blue rained down pure and furious
A case of pen to paper abuse
Residual ink spattered on shoes
Pen bled out, flew everywhere with oval droplets landing
Like blood splatter spewing on ceiling, walls and floor
Pure white paper had no chance against this rage
Pen hit it hard in rapid succession of random words
Scratched on the surface of the frightened white
Scarred for life
Pen had no owner or mind behind it
Cruel actions come naturally, automatic
Untouched by human hands
When confronted with pure white paper pens go crazy
They were raised that way


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

I See Beyond The Boundaries


I see Beyond The Boundaries

Winter arrived before her time
 Usurping part of autumn’s decline
Came in with a vengeance bent on crime
 Harsh not smooth like a fine wine

Her sting bore a resemblance to life
Her temper reaped violence and strife
Baring her weapons took untold lives
Only the strongest were able to survive

Black Friday wielded the same attitudes 
Rage and violence struck without gratitude
What has happened to plain simple courtesy?
Evil struck early to deter the Spirit of Mercy

I lift my hands to you Oh Lord Send your Spirit
Saturate this earth with your power so evil fears it
Lift the haughty spirit that looms over the land
Sooth the tempest with the kindness of your hand

Amen


Paula Swanson’s Contest
I See Beyond…

Copyright © Carole Cookie Arnold | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme | |

A Snowy Place Of Remembrance

As I stand here alone in the cold wet snow; watching it come down all around its quiet a show.
My fingers are frosty and my face is a cold shade of blue; my toes feel like ice; yet this quiet , peaceful place to me is like  paradise;  from what I have seen once before in a dream  from when I was a younger teen  .
 

White and puffy flakes feel like feathers in my hand; the heavier snow engulfs my dark clothes in a sheet of white creating a blank canvas of the pure white; as clear as a  image of a dove in flight.
Snow is snowing down all round and their not a sound to be had; apart from the echoing wind that seems too surround like a storm of sound which blows my clothes and hair around.
 
I look up at the sky but there’s no detail in sight just a sky of white like a dime light. I see trees  that once  gleamed  green back in the summer and spring now nothing more than  bare trunk’s so empty  from the leaves it once used too bare; from the branches that now seem to lead  nowhere.
This forest once filled with small creatures and birds now empty expect for one living thing a lone boy taking in this majestic scene where animals had once been.
With everything around so silent; its Like are world of violence thought out the ages has written its final pages and brought about a end to are world of violence and bloodshed ; A world where everyone but me is dead  .
 
I feel like I’m the last living being left on our planet; no birds no bees only little old me in this magical world of white I feel I can take flight; and be free not held down by the clutches of are harsh society. 
This snowy place will allways hold a special memory for me; A remembrance to  that snowy place I've once been. 

Copyright © Marko Kyoto | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Freezing Fire and Burning Ice

They say fire and ice are an example of balance,
Associated with harmony and peace,
Even a story of love.
Is man really so jaded?
Fire and ice don’t exist like this.

Fire can be a lot of things.
It’s the passion burning inside you
Or the light that keeps one alive.
Fire comes in many forms,
But  always burns everything it touches.
It consumes that which blocks its path,
Leaves only ash.
It shows no mercy,
Raging flames devour all.

Ice is more gentle and serene.
It's seclusion and clarity,
a peaceful mind.
It's loneliness and fear,
just as harsh.
Don’t be fooled by its allure.
It’s just as cruel.
It sucks the heat away,
Draining all life.

They are only natural phenomena of destruction

Copyright © Jenna Gray | Year Posted 2014

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 64

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 64

Cogito ergo sum: I LIE therefore I AM
Even if I lie Nothing’s more certain than Death
Not Birth Not Life Nor this Multi-Verse logjam

Does not violence invoke much pain loss all damn
Intended or not openly or in lethal stealth
Cogito ergo sum: I LIE therefore I AM

Is not violence the excess worlds condemn
And which by default attains the body’s health
Not Birth Not Life Nor this Multi-Verse logjam

Any movement in any direction breaks dam
Can Qian rape Kun to make for eternal Death
Cogito ergo sum: I LIE therefore I AM

Is Death the Tao of non-action in I AM
No change without movement antithetic Death
Not Birth Not Life Nor this Multi-Verse logjam

Can the human mind find stillness in space maelstrom
Wish for NOTHING wholly want but Ultimate Death
Cogito ergo sum: I LIE therefore I AM
Not Birth Not Life Nor this Multi-Verse logjam

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2016

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse | |

Save Yourself 2 of 4

The skull had been opened as you would a coconut
To sip the sweet sap. Tsal's blood skips with his fear
At the thoughts hitting his head, but his fears are proven fact
When he sees a silver spoon in the head, spoon branded "Pierre".

Further down the seabed, lies another identical but intact specimen
With a matching fork he'd attempted to stick into another bone,
Before his last mitochondrion, like its peers, gave up on the machine,
Surrendering to fatigue, thirst, and probably a grave wound as shown by marks on the foot bones.

Tsal turns to Pezal to share the shock on both their faces
It was university all over again, trying to understand this:
There was water, there were plants, fertile land in most places,
And yet cannibalism was the last act of this great species.

Despair from hunger, intoxication, thirst which dominated
A race which once ordered water about with pumps and dams,
Told the wind where to blow, had command over all ever created,
But chose to destroy and not rebuild in their crazy advance.

There are many more heads half buried by the mocking wind,
Complete with scarred arms and legs, with once plastic clothes
Ripped and singed in the hot abrasive vengeful wind,
The wind which once was a gentle breeze in which bathed the olives of Rhodes.

(c) Nyonglema

Copyright © Nyonglema Pisoh | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Nature Of History

In time, days, months to years

Is the failure of relationships
In January to July to December

And the shallow of rivers
In July, August to September

The destruction by earthquakes
In January, February to December

The reshuffle of accidents
In lakes, roads and in air

The manufacture of acids, guns, and robots
In laboratories, industries and employment areas

The color of rainbows
Blue, green, grey

The personality of people
Conceited, gloomy, temperamental

The training of soldiers, students, and also religions
In academy, schools and institutes

The birth of children
Over years and years all over the world

The truth of lies
In homes, schools up to work places

Copyright © Masereka Amos | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 42

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 42

Wrap the self in fear for the dark cloaks the beast
Shut the door on vile thoughts no fear will wild knock
Does Death need an invitation for fun feast

Zhen the Eldest Son will pound the skies in jest
Ephemeral beings all will link arms lock
Wrap the self in fear for the dark cloaks the beast

Kan the Middle Son will come flooding through mist
Ephemeral beings all will cower in dock
Does Death need an invitation for fun feast

Gen the Youngest Son will cough fire at best
Ephemeral beings all will turn to rock
Wrap the self in fear for the dark cloaks the beast

Sun the Eldest Daughter will puff past the least
Ephemeral beings all will shudder shock
Does Death need an invitation for fun feast

Bright Li and Joyous Tui will sing dance the beat
Ephemeral beings all won’t this rhyme mock
Wrap the self in fear for the dark cloaks the beast
Does Death need an invitation for fun feast

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015 

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 58

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 58

No way must such protective force serve politics
Nor ally dictator army criminal police
None might weigh on Nature to impose its ethics

No exceptions tolerate no geopolitics
No super power excuse to fiddle with peace
No way must such protective force serve politics

No edifice stands aloft loose in building bricks
No Zapata fights for latifundio prize fees
None might weigh on Nature to impose its ethics

Dare not wanton call Nature’s course fiddlesticks
Even if life you lay down for cause in sacrifice
No way must such protective force serve politics

Can one forfeit life placate people’s economics
Mahatma Gandhi saw life’s work torn piece by piece
None might weigh on Nature to impose its ethics

Only the chieftain who bears with peoples’ conflicts
Can lead them along the road to Nature’s hospice
No way must such protective force serve politics
None might weigh on Nature to impose its ethics

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 48





Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 48

Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake
Tsunamis El Ninos smog haze acid rains
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

Qian the Father Kun the Mother did hands shake
But Eldest Son Zhen can put mankind in chains
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake

Final signs there to see which we still forsake
Can World War scenarios depict real pains
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

Class race religion which can most money make
What takes over countries do it for its gains
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake

Mythic gods we concoct for our ego’s sake
Have not they all harmed us more than mindless brains
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

Nation States make fated World we must un-make
The single choice One Race One World or HELL reigns
Prod not the elements fierce dragons can wake
Anger of the Heavens lightning thunder quake

-	End of Part Two  

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 39

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 39  

Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Is violence life-wire of existence
Can God come into being beyond Nature

Violence in warp and woof of our nature
Can one avoid being part of violence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder

Who put Arjuna on guard against anger
The cause of the Great War was not in suspense
Can God come into being beyond Nature

Arrogate violence and commit blunder
Can one take life and affirm his existence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder

Taoists live life in accord with Nature
The seasons come and go in munificence
Can God come into being beyond Nature

Make not god to quibble about his Father
No god re-appears like this Grand Existence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Can GOD come into being beyond Nature

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 55

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 55

What the human mind can conceive calculate
See beyond sight recall aeons lost in time
Yet we believe grandma tales spun inebriate

How the human brain can even brains create
Short-circuit evolution collapsing time
What the human mind can conceive calculate

Pack thunder and lightning in capsules of hate
Harness hidden quark energies for a rhyme
Yet we believe grandma tales spun inebriate

Earth’s environs run in quantum leaps of late
Take pulsar quasar pulse long dead in lost clime
What the human mind can conceive calculate

Sound the molten hard heart of globe inchoate
Find untrodden paths along arcs of space-time
Yet we believe grandma tales spun inebriate

Let some men through cunning minds subjugate
For country conscience caprice incite to crime
What the human mind can conceive calculate
Yet we believe grandma tales spun inebriate

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015 

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 51

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 51

Brand not NATURE God word fallen in misuse
As if it were an all-pervading spirit
Principle rules laws all physical in use

NATURE eludes all mental means to confuse
IT stands not still for anyone to pin IT
Brand not NATURE God word fallen in misuse

Ignore the myths the holy words made obtuse
The mystery’s in the vastness made to fit
Principle rules laws all physical in use

IT rules supreme and has no use for our Muse
Nor for the genuflections of our spirit
Brand not NATURE God word fallen in misuse 

IT takes life at will though one suspects a ruse
Is life ours to dispose as we wish it
Principle rules laws all physical in use

We have but this life no home in Multi-Verse
We can take nothing with us when forced to quit
Brand not NATURE God word fallen in misuse
Principle rules laws all physical in use

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 62

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 62

Everything’s encased in square 8 by 8*
Each family member plays with 7
Now this now that the future turns out late

This villanelle’s 6 + 2 = 8
Day 1 Month 1 in Year (2016)* 7  
Everything’s encased in square 8 by 8

1 is the number this one first took freight
Met one 8 which – 1 gives 7
Now this now that the future turns out late

Change is the mode for life to complicate
Change comes round when the number makes 7
Everything’s encased in square 8 by 8

GOU Hexagram 4 + 4 = 8
Hell awaits on 06  06  66 + 1*
Now this now that the future turns out late

Everything begins again 8 times 8*
This sequence must end at 9 x 7*
Everything’s encased in square 8 by 8
Now this now that the future turns out late

* 64 hexagrams
* 2016 (9 – 2) = 7
* 06061966 = 16 = 7
* Hexagram 64: Weiji (Ferrying incomplete)
* Hexagram 63: Jiji (Ferrying complete)

Transliteration from Richard John Lynn’s translation: The Classic of Changes (1994)

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 59


Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 59

Does Nature dispose at random by whim or wish
In all probability by set built-in laws
Part of free will which wills ill makes karma punish

Will good works against Nature’s grain admonish
Can living beings alter the Big Plan strict laws
Does Nature dispose at random by whim or wish

Should Nature keep house for the tenant in anguish
About who’s the owner of the wind that blows
Part of free will which wills ill makes karma punish

Nor for those who refuse house rules to distinguish
Turn not fire down let hot water run indoors
Does Nature dispose at random by whim or wish

Or when the owner’s preparing to cook hashish
The tenant goes out to dine dance with rich in-laws
Part of free will which wills ill makes karma punish

Nature sets the rules of the game in his hospice
The guest who knocks late from revelries stays outdoors
Does Nature dispose at random by whim or wish
Part of free will which wills ill makes karma punish

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

Save Yourself 1 of 4

The last plasma puff of the engine invites them out
Of the vessel, wearing refrigerated high-tech suits
Equipped complete with claw-like studs gripping cracked grout,
Fighting for balance against the gusts in their pursuit.

Tsal pulls out the holo-tablet to map their position
And consult the travel plan. The air crackles to life
At the rod in his hand's and the one on his chest's intersection
Showing in script and diagrams what once was humanity's hive.

A step on a fish bone draws a snap which pulls
His eyes downwards then around the oily dirty landscape
Where lay more bones from different creatures whose lives were culled
By a slow death they'd tried in vain to escape,

Probably the last of each of their species to have braved heat,
Thinning air, toxins in solid, liquid and gas form everywhere.
Tsal thought of who'd ate whom last at the eve of total defeat
As lives became meatless skeletons after plants had left here.

Ok! Back to finding the once supreme masters of this rock
Who built the cranes surrounding this now barren and dry seabed,
As if adorning the grave of many a beast. With some luck,
The image in his hand lights red as it hovers over a broken bone head.


(c) Nyonglema

Let's all go out and support Earth Hour on 28th March 2015 and yearly!...let's make this silence of whirrs and buzzes a little LOUDER.

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 60

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 60

Interplay of positive-negative current
How Nature alternates through light and darkness
Three hundred and eighty-four times made recurrent

All symbols of family diverse in content
Father Mother Three Brothers Three Sisters in harness
Interplay of positive-negative current

Lunar year split into two neither non-violent
Both sparking each other from out of loneliness
Three hundred and eighty-four times made recurrent

In sixty-four general images latent
Interpersonal relations contorted mess
Interplay of positive-negative current

Myriad chess-board movements create more content
From dark swirling wild quark masses sparking brightness
Three hundred and eighty-four times made recurrent

Yi Jing charts infinite conflicts’ criss-cross current
Shows the right path out of shut dangerous darkness
Interplay of positive-negative current
Three hundred and eighty-four times made recurrent

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

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Crimes Past

To whit to be caught between two brothers
and become the sport of many others
She kept her heart from loving true
but not from the damage passing through
 
Oh twice spent the beauties coin
did deliberate vengence to purloin
thought knowingly did enter door
in spite she cast them to the floor
 
Though twas for couple it's own collusion
the device and trap it's own illusion
the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave
to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave
 
Twas the story carried in her mind
her face to others she wished were blind
and with ones sight to look upon her heart
to know in violence was her start
 
She thought those sins would ever last
or to shake the paths of her past
in her fears her heart down cast
she did not know to forgiveness ask
 
Unable to differentiate between love and need
or if womans desire was only greed
If man looks upon her with his smile
is he looking for love or just another trial
 
She asks those questions to this day
must there be violence to graveyard pay
for many men have forced their way
in their behavior did have no say
 
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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 35

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 35

Who’d watch tele if it showed Promised Kingdom
When breaking news takes us through hard day’s sour sweat
Does blood-blast Yin-Yang tussle stay gut boredom

Broken bones shattered glass Doom’s Day sunset bomb
Pan-flutes nectar river angels who don’t sweat
Who’d watch tele if it showed Promised Kingdom

Piped South-Sea strains virgin damsels frolicsome
Singing psalms all day long on banks Euphrates
Does blood-blast Yin-Yang tussle stay gut boredom

Who’d want crystal-clear streams under palm
Nubile damsels gambolling sans due regret
Who’d watch tele if it showed Promised Kingdom

World pre-ordained or Yin-Yang clash at random
The Magic-Lantern show spinning wild inter-net
Does blood-blast Yin-Yang tussle stay gut boredom

Does Supra-Intelligence conduct Kingdom
While physical laws here on Earth operate
Who’d watch tele if it showed Promised Kingdom
Does blood-blast Yin-Yang tussle stay gut boredom

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 53


Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 53

Must appearance differ from reality
In as much as front and back of the same body
To negate existence in non-duality

Being the non-existence of duality
Existence displaces both in one body
Must appearance differ from reality

Either and neither one incongruity
Make both come alive in one busy-body
To negate existence in non-duality

Everything comes from nothing logicality
Open your eyes you’re the Purusha body
Must appearance differ from reality

Every time you conceive the entirety
You affirm existence in your own body
To negate existence in non-duality

Time’s the hand draws curtain of eternity
Past nor future exists in any body
Must appearance differ from reality
To negate existence in non-duality

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

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Save Yourself 4 of 4

The screen kept painting the history for the team
In horrific scenery as the chickens came home to roost:
The wars supported in media by ideologies it would seem,
Whereas deeper was the fight for resources needed for economic boost;

The environmental disaster with each new technological advance
Advertised as "CO2-saving", disregarding the manufacturing fall out
As resources were dug out of Earth's internals, not giving life a chance,
Leaving disasters in the wake of "Eco-friendly" mining in the South;

The over-fishing, over-eating, over-mining, over-everything
Requiring the support of a Nature, willing, but drawn
To the limit of breaking without empathy, care, understanding,
Foresight; just over-reaching to pull all put there from Life's dawn,

To the point there was none left, no-one left.
"Remember the Galapagos heads documentary on TV?"
Tsal asked Pezal. "That was History warning of being Nature-deaf,
But nobody listened." And they turned to get back onto their spaceship,

While the screen continued by looping every truly Eco-friendly initiative conceived
To amplify Nature's warnings, to pause the frantic rush
Of capitalistic gain-hunt. But all this as naught was perceived
And even Earth Hour's darkness, though laudable, in the din of Nasdaq was but a hush.

(c) Nyonglema

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