Best 77 Poems
Your lips look so soft
Silent tears in the pillow
Stay a bit longer
24.03.2016
A-L Andresen :)
wings flutter
across my left cheek
a tickling smile
Haiku 77
easy, tender
notes of real rapture
sighs, murmurs
Early childhood footsteps found
On cliffs at sunset time,
Near rolling waves that spray and pound
At the end of foaming gold.
Resting in a rocky chair
While flights are heading Northerly,
I smell the ocean in the air
And watch the surging sea.
The wind it blows into my face
While gulls their courses take,
Calming as the stars appear
And people wishes make.
The sticks on the hill
were brushed when they were wet,
Lay with a pattered smoothness,
The bushes 'round which they swept
Bulged their greenly leaves,
Stony stairs on an uphill way
creased a toe of the world.
Hazed horizons
hanging low,
Lines of clouds
that start to go
Higher till their over head.
Trilling notes from hawks
on high
Riding winds
within the sky,
Call the sun to bed6-19-
The flowing fire of day
Melted into the night
High o'er head the moon was out
Showing only half its light.
Dates made before this moment
Kept past their passing
Each a gem concentrically strung
On threads of fragmentary Nows ,
Waiting to meet their weaver.
A tide of light
Fading
As one of it's displays
Traces travelers
Holding a moment
Life's hand.
COPLA 77 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World
Bad Guys hope to keep their disguise
For they all parade as Good Guys:
Whisk their masks off
So bloated their egos through lies
They think their mission’s to act wise:
Rub Good Guys off
The history of violence
Is the history of religions:
For Go(o)d they slay
And who enjoy such indulgence:
The puny guys sans neurones
Who chant hearsay
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Light shadow
Movie screen grey
Another season's on the way.
Sinuous arms reach West and East
And curved with a gentle bend
Told me the nearness of a dear
eternal friend,
More strand sprouters
came to join
Whatever fun could be devised by merging
thoughts.
Re: Thank You to unknown
tom, dick, harry, tam, dame,
or dana from the MHS Class of 77,
though this alum
experiences public education
within lower providence jurisdiction
as a bum
er - minimally partaking advantage
of extra-curricular,
collegiate, inter-mural,
et cetera opportunities,
no not even a figurative crum
well nigh convey an impression of being dumb
bull door, deaf, and blind (with out faith no more),
nor passing love notes from
some anonymous girl, who
(after leaving a teasing message
informed asper getting a smart haircut
in ninth grade civics class
taught by Missus Comly
(do not quote me on my
power fully pointed excel lent spelling,
telling nothing, when out of desperation
I experience primal yelling)
this singular potential fledgling flirtation,
the extent from student,
who appeared morose and rather glum
exposing such vulnerability to be hum
millie hated, and bullied relentlessly,
whereat i wish to be a little boy
comforted by me mum
since that option out of the question,
thus aye didst never meet Miss Mot Toe
(e plumbs e num), perhaps cuz eye whiz numb
body, mind and spirit triage as if inebriated by rum
imagining the fighting spirit within me to thumb
or rather "flip the bird" to those,
this then anxiety prone
metaphorically rolling stone
whose metaphorical diet of worms also included
eating picked over sun bleached
un beak coming road kill crow - how yum
me does that seem, but gnome hatter
how grossly said foul dish
spurred via carrion (an analogy
representing verbal taunting
best left for hitch cocked birds) didst not appeal
not in the least did i give nasty brutes a "what for",
twas fear of getting creamed, fricasseed, irradiated...
When the world will set off yet again
To live life on the same planet
In the equivalent field of magnet
Running the same race all over again
To part where I'd say"give me your bag".
Bonding of brotherhood
The nous of livelihood
Like birds in the sky _ like confidence in our bag
let the weather weather us _ apparently
Standing tall for both
Watching out for both
Where the moon is silent _ apparently
sans to stand proud and tall
(all five and a half feet, but blunted maximum height
topped off just shy of seventy inches -
in reference to yours truly) against bullies
to this very day such emotional repercussions congeal
asper anxiety, obsessive compulsive disorder, panic...,
which physiological symptoms served psyche not to feel
and only of late (particularly with daily intake of about
a half doe zen pharmacological prescription medications
do check and induce schizoid personality disorder
(the diagnosis encompassing,
the gamut mental health issues) to heel
akin to a well trained service dog, which fractured
psychological state i.e. garrison to pitch and toss
upon the precarious tipping point i.e.
surpassing the tipping point,
where thy body electric doth keel,
which precarious state finds me socially awkward,
and off kilter, and maybe this chap
ought to take a page
from professional athletes facebook playbook,
and take a knee qua to kneel
hence this improvisational explanation
why yours truly felt discombobulated
to attend the recently held reunion,
now aye wanna axe something serious, and fur real,
which essentially constitutes whether
a current list of 1977 students,
who received their high school diploma
could be sent to me, whereby at least one alumni
could buffer end this contemplative, intuitive,
and pence eave guttersnipe wannabe with zeal.
hie haint gonna hold ma breath,
nor wait fir any religious chief such as allah
boot nothing ventured...blah...blah...blog...blog...
a chance to be with her
driving through a thick blizzard
her love worth the risk