Villanelle : If everybody did everything right
If everybody did everything right
No ripple on surface will world betray
Wait out the sun till bright light burn outright
Yang will marry Yin and Me-Too yin blight
No lawyers can then lead us all astray
If everybody did everything right
Workful day will succeed pleasure-filled night
E'en Lone Star will cease to reflect lone ray
Wait out the sun till bright light burn outright
Won't nations die from want of will to fight
And polls abstentions drive leaders away
If everybody did everything right
Won't ephemeral men increase in might
Who needs the Jün-tzu* the Yogi anyway
Wait out the sun till bright light burn outright
Who would underwrite life by LONE playwright
To amuse some conglomerate Milky-Way
If everybody did everything right
Wait out the sun till bright light burn outright
" The Superior Man of the Yi-Jing
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018
The moon fills from the top
Each day gets lighter, growing
How it hold the light and it not run out
The bottom just pouring
Seeing the moon in day
Up in the clear sky blue
Makes mind search for way to express
Ones' questions about you
Momma always said that
I could ask more questions
Than Philadelphia lawyer
Her.....abstentions
(My mother always said that I asked too many questions ...Very inquistive child was I....Still
wonder.....The word abstentions means ...no do.)
The charisma of his car eclipsed ambition,
By a margin that defined his wife's contempt,
It became a precursor to superstition,
That he'd lose some race from which he was exempt.
As his ego baulked at masculine pretentions,
While his Missus cringed at alcohol-free beer,
The addiction of his sixty-four abstentions,
Were the prison-wall-marks chronicling his years.
He had dreamt mis-matching figures prior to midnight,
But retirement loomed resplendant as his soul,
And some whisper that a risk gives birth to insight,
Made him seek expanded knowledge as a whole.
The excessive engine ate acceleration,
Like an orphan who'd forever ask for more,
But pathetic was his brief emancipation;
When he hit a bus, at only sixty-four.