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child on a swing souring skyward - frozen mountain peak slices through iced clouds
Haiku 81
yielding to the blade...
arc traced on his left forearm
surgeon’s staples
COPLA 81 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World
Bad Guys perforce ressort to prayer
They pray to augment the harm they wreak :
Should Good Guys pray
Who then assesses prayer power
Who dispenses what Bad Guys seek :
How fare the lay
All the evidence is in the genes
Just as the Earth’s in ocean cells :
Bad Guys impose
If Good Guys react by all means
Out of season all by themselves :
World’ll decompose
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
With night comes the Fall today
Its weather all its own,
Clouds lie about the coastline
Early and also late.
The days that come this season
I look into with delight,
The time that passes within them
Starts inside the heart.
flowers
beginning to bloom
completion
springtime
hat thrown in air
graduate
time
ticking of clock
fifty years
pictures
album open
past memories
the road
well traveled
worn path
World Cup Finals Spain 1982
fate had decided New Zealand would be tried
when drawing the hardest group in everyone’s eyes.
First is Scotland related to a few but it’s the adopted
country these lads will defend, next the USSR one of the giants
of the world’s round ball game, now one of the favourites after
their European campaign. Third! Indeed, the team one holds
in awe the rhythmic Brazilians the magical master at play,
‘New Zealand will learn a lot this day!’
June 15th Malaga’s La Roselada stadium
New Zealand and Scotland did debut on Spanish soil that night,
first five minutes to Kiwi then the professional came right,
three goals before half time Scotland thought, the Kiwi in
flight, a two-goal burst on this paragon day alas not enough
to keep Scotland at bay, Kiwi lost by five goals to two second
half performance tells one morally it was two-two.
June 19th Malaga’s La Roselada stadium
A three-nil loss to Russia, no luck for Kiwi tonight,
in some respect the score flattered
bringing New Zealand to new heights.
June 24th Seville’s Benito Villmarin stadium
Brazil paid the ultimate respect, when its strongest team took
to the field, its samba beat pulsating feverishly for each goal
our side did yield, New Zealand! did not live in awe four-nil
only this night did he lose, to earn admiration for his efforts
from player, statesman and fools!
Many words have been written many more have been said,
Regarding earth’s greatest feats, mainly war and of its dead,
so, what a relief to find something totally different instead,
John Adshead and Kevin Fallon and their squad of twenty-two men…
© Harry J Horsman 1986
To appreciate, the effort, just getting to Spain one would have
To read Parts 1 and 2, far too long for the contest and soup.
it was at the time one of the world’s finest sporting achievements.
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXXI - 81
IF ever I had a country, a country without even a single Shredding Machine
And if ever I were elected/nominated/appointed by the powers that be SPEAKER of the Lower House of Parliament whose power to shine however were to be curtailed by the Upper House’s sheen
A country where all laws were enacted without much heed to the rhyme nor reason of the Bard’s Stratford-upon-Avon’s mellifluous flow of theme
Where every legal analyst: Professor of law Attorney-at-Law entertained his or her own opinion as to what the Laws of the State: relating to the Chief Executive, Rules and Regulations of Proceedings in or out of officialdom: libels, torts, crimes, misdemeanours or even what the Constitution may mean
And if ever any elected official or foreign dignitary were to be invited or chose to invite himself whether by rights or not to address the House and read from a
« tele-prompter » or printed text that was obviously Ghost-written, I’d shred the Speech with my front-teeth and unkempt nails and jump up and down with glee as though I were dancing the polka on the printed pages as they most certainly blatantly comport ideas, words and expressions of some heinous GHOST come to tease, torture, detract, confound, contradict and condemn all that is decent in the human being which is not mean
And all this, so be it, I swear before the populace I can never be GUILTY of breaking the LAW should I shred the words of some GHOST who lies, distorts, turns on head some or all the TRUTHS held to be sacred in my Nation’s History since no ghost may rightfully sue me (Sleep tight, Peach of a Teach !) for having even stolen a measly red, yellow or green pea, pod or bean
And this, even if I were to be put through the piranha jaws of the Republic’s Shredding-Immigration-Machine
Even if I never ever had no country worthy of being shredded and pulverized in the Wall of Black Holes’s grinding-machine
(c) T. Wignesan, Paris, February 8, 2020
TWYLA THARP AND
INTERSTATE 81
I had been watching a documentary
about a white-haired woman, a legendary
master of creative processes whose intensity
of focus was a cautionary tale of explosive ideas
at the expense of deep love directly delivered
and, in spite of myself, I liked her anyway
The force of her will was overwhelming
and seductive, ten minutes in – I loved her creativity,
twenty minutes in - I was floored by her focus, forty
minutes later I began to understand why all whom she
touched wanted desperately to know what she wanted
next and that even their wills, their intellects and skills
were extensions of hers, their presentations of dance
a spiritual sorcery beyond discipline and hard work
Several days later, I saw design presentations of an
almost impossibly difficult project by an extraordinary
team that included two gentlemen who had been students
of mine
No spiritual sorcery, no extension of iron will, but they
danced through the realms of urbanism and landscape,
engineering and aesthetics, their spirits so dedicated to
the needs of humankind that I almost needed to cry
And my dream for these men is that they serve until
they can’t and that all their creations just shimmer
and dance in the spiritual milieu of humanity and
place, in environment and community, extensions
of their skills, dedication and desire, and just
a little inspiration they might have once
received from an aging professor
who taught them long ago!
The pandemic has certainly changed our lives,
But it shouldn’t change who we are, inside.
The vast majority of us will survive,
So, we must not live our lives being terrified.
So, we isolate ourselves for a while.
It’s for our own safety, as well as others.
We change our routine, but do it with a smile.
Don’t let this situation make you feel smothered.
Will our lives ever be the same again?
Of course not; it happens to each generation.
We will get through this, just as they did then.
Patience is how we stay safe in our nation.
The Red Skull had the cosmic cube
for what seemed to be an eternity
but Captain America wrestled it from him
dropping it to the bottum of the sea
It's good that it's now hidden
down away from everyone
since bringing thoughts to reality
is way more danger than fun
But will it ever be recovered
along with the Red Skull's life
and when it does return
will it bring us strife
Yes is the answer
as many more tales will be told
of this cosmic cube
and it's master dressed in gold
Early morning, fog in the air
dew on the grass
wake up at a truck stop
this is life
81 Word Stories Dreams Do Come True
In 1974, Sam had the dream that changed his life forever. He fell asleep in a class, saw the most beautiful woman in the universe talking to him. She haunted his life for years. He went to the ends of the world to find her. Then one day in 1982 she walked off the bus, out of his dreams and into his life to become his wife three months later. That is the beginning of the rest of the story. .
81 Word Stories Meeting the Grim Reaper
At 0 dark hundred hours, Sal Adams woke up found himself in Limbo waiting for the decision of the grim Reaper about his fate. The grim reaper told him,
“Sam Adams you've been given a reprieve. It is not your date with fate today. You will have five more years to get it right before final judgment. he woke up in bed next to his wife, drank a Cup of coffee and thought about life and his pending date with fate.
81 word Social Cleansing Board’s Decision
Following the revolution of 2024, under the new rules of the Christian States of America social cleansing boards were set up to review the life of the elderly and the disabled. No one would be allowed to live unless they could take care of themselves or they had family members willing to do so. Sam Adams 81 years old went to the board to plea for his life. Since he was all alone and had Alzheimer’s’ the decision was final termination.
Who dreams of me tonight ?
My dream
Befor sleep ?
The sky in her eyes,
The sun in her hair,
The love in her sigh,
Takes me there.
A complement manner
In mouth and bed,
A feeling woman and
Right in the head,
Supporting and
Art fed.
When we are 81
And still joined at the hIP
Husband and Wife
With the love of my life
I would fear death with every increasingly shallow breath
Because you are my very meaning of life
My reason to wake
My eternity lake