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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. For PD's the 101 in a ROW contest -7 Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Villanelle for Health Care

Nothing supersedes health maintenance;
Thus, the evolution of instinctive defiance --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance,

Which clouds the r-complex beneficence
With infinite, self-centered arrogance, meanwhile,
Nothing supersedes health maintenance.

Dino-birds navigate with magnetic reliance,
And sickness is fought without aid, in silence --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance.

Detached from colonies of microbial sentience,
Oblivious as we consume and covet experience,
Nothing supersedes health maintenance.

Where six-legged ancients toil with exuberance,
Even cub-killing toms can't escape consequence --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance.

While parasites devour with horrific preponderance,
Why must we mimic their cold appliance; knowing,
Nothing supersedes health maintenance --
Save for man and his brainy protuberance.

Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016

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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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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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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 45


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 – 46

Will COP leaders be around in five years nine
Their great careers made Their statues unveiled
To what future Super Men our backs supine

Apparatchiks clubby diplomatic kind
Allegiance to rival parties well-coiled
Will COP leaders be around in five years nine

Spying on one another to undermine
Using public forces to keep peoples embroiled
To what future Super Men our backs supine

Stock-piling nuclear arsenals to churn brine
While oceans lash out the people will be boiled
Will COP leaders be around in five years nine

Mighty men who pat each other to outshine
One another in local Catch-rings all coiled
To what future Super Men our backs supine

To what then duped masses owe their fated grind
If not to nymphomaniac egos well-guiled
Will COP leaders be around in five years nine
To what future Super Men our backs supine

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 47

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 47

Hail! The Historic Document! Heil! Furies!
Hardly a week gone leaders put us to sleep
The Debate’s back to more cannons for countries

Can ISIS kill more than three 4C degrees
All that bluff about 1. 5 makes skin creep
Hail! The Historic Document! Heil! Furies!

Build Great Walls to keep out killers refugees
Can walls hold back tides that swell from oceans deep
The Debate’s back to more cannons for countries

How sweet the Commander-in-Chief’s qualities
Poor peoples adore applaud cherish worship
Hail! The Historic Document! Heil! Furies!

Cannons ablaze keep up smoke from foundaries
Daze the peoples under haze in tight whip grip
The Debate’s back to more cannons for countries

Let leaders bask with two lines in histories
Will you let them dump lush Earth on rubbish heap
Hail! The Historic Document! Heil! Furies!
The Debate’s back to more cannons for countries

© 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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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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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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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 - 29

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 29

At last O Children of the Mother Contrées*
Roll out the red carpets for High Potentates
The hour of glory at Champs–Elysées

Cry not from Eiffel Tower 2C degrés
Temperature rises end of century, Mates
At last O Children of the Mother Contrées

Streak frowning skies in red white and blue display
Let pent-up champagne pop through foie-gras plates
The hour of glory at Champs-Elysées

Limousines line up for haute couture soirées
Blue-ribonned chefs dress-up spruced-up back-door dates
At last O Children of the Mother Contrées

Tri-colour ice cream on rhino-horn purées
See not hear not how iceberg disintegrates
The hour of glory at Champs-Elysées

Chefs d’Etat promise profit for protégés
While oceans swamp islands rivers city-states
At last O Children of the Mother Contrées
The hour of glory at Champs-Elysées

•	The final “s” in French is silent 

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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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 

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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

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 50

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 50

Each gets to keeping own while making up whole
No one need sacrifice distinct difference
Yet the total’s not a square peg kicked in goal

The idea’s the centrifugal force control
Not to impose by force piercing self-defence
Each gets to keeping own while making up whole

No Security Council veto steam-roll
Each nation’s voice strong and pure over fence
Yet the total’s not a square peg kicked in goal

No fear genes be altered by remote control
Nor in vitrio robots spell impotence
Each gets to keeping own while making up whole

Collective will subsumes democratic role
To serve the total without interference
Yet the total’s not a square peg kicked in goal

Contradictions are not ingrained in the soul
Rather in the way bodies subvert common sense
Each gets to keeping own while making up whole
Yet the total’s not a square peg kicked in goal

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 40

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 40

All Man and man-made things given time perish
Nations religions empires loghead gods
Not the Universe though in splendour relish

Would that Man saw fit to live free of fetish
He could free himself from the need to cross swords
All Man and man-made things given time perish

When Man gives birth to gods he’s more than selfish
Thinks he could earn the favours of grateful gods
Not the Universe though in splendour relish

Not one god we create respect we their wish
Those who engender them wish to end up gods
All Man and man-made things given time perish

What the Buddha wished we may still accomplish
Make not human suffering the burden of gods
Not the Universe though in splendour relish

Pull that arrow from bleeding breast in anguish
Attend to your gaping wounds not those of gods
All Man and man-made things given time perish
Not the Universe though in splendour relish

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 44

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 44

Billions of years to make one of trillion planets
Whose – dare you guess – already sinking in drink
Men of little vision dicing for nuggets

World transformed by Einsteins Nobel laureates
Poised by Dark Ages men on abysmal brink
Billions of years to make one of trillion planets

Party-mad men serve their term without regrets
Yes make improvements cut ribbons dine toast drink
Men of little vision dicing for nuggets

Parties win with funds from business pockets
High finance pollutes parties leaders hoodwink
Billions of years to make one of trillion planets

Blame it on industry on progress rockets
Not on men whose greed drags us down the stink sink
Men of little vision dicing for nuggets

Plimsoll Line at two degrees’ Russian roulettes
Not to abstain NOW means aims aren’t worth the think
Billions of years to make one of trillion planets
Men of little vision dicing for nuggets

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 38

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent- 38

More the man-made gods the more the quarrel
Who wants to pray in a private night-club
Each faithful thinks his god’s beyond riddle

Where faithfuls gather their gods aren’t idle
Rather would they arm theirs to teeth with club
More the man-made gods the more the quarrel

Strange each nation sports some god from cradle
Nations want exclusive membership club
Each faithful thinks his god’s beyond riddle

All nations dream holding World by bridle
So they give their gods the fossil fumes rub
More the man-made gods the more the quarrel

When words from gods one another needle
Do they hesitate to reach for the club
Each faithful thinks his god’s beyond riddle

Now that gods got our Earth in a throttle
Will ONLY GOD intervene: that’s the rub
More the man-made gods the more the quarrel
Each faithful thinks his god’s beyond riddle

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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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 

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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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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Villanelle: No lives are theirs those who embody rule of law

Villanelle: No lives are theirs those who embody rule of law

No lives are theirs those who embody rule of law
Inhabit the corridors of authority
Must of needs lay lives down their peoples to succour

Makes no difference whether tyrant emperor
Or those who sneak in barely in democracy
No lives are theirs those who embody rule of law

Falter even once nay their lives forfeit before
This the rule must be for those in authority
Must of needs lay lives down their peoples to succour

The judge who takes sides for the favours of a whore
The prince consort who soils queen’s bed with germs mighty
No lives are theirs those who embody rule of law

President who risks State secrets with paramour
Minister who fills own pockets with rigged treaty
Must of needs lay lives down their peoples to succour

Qian holds Heaven where must reside nothing impure
Lest the downpour soak toiling souls’ immunity
No lives are theirs those who embody rule of law
Must of needs lay lives down their peoples to succour

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  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