Best Abysms Poems
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Four
A chill-marrow scowling wind rushed up abysms of the South
Rumpled Lady Lake’s sparse dripping tresses splashing up Her mouth
Gushing fountain raced down the waterfall crumpling eye-lashes
And slurped the choppy tide into swishing slopping mammoth
Trillion cursing harpy screams raged down her full furrowed loins
And set feathers wildly clapping where Embryo Islet joins
Pubic Isle: aborted marsh of reeds and rushes cypress grave
Where now the avifauna scatter chased by mythic Tiglons
Some alien monster wild has escaped its abysmal rest
And shakes and shatters the moribund year as if in jest
Doors slam windows swing and crack as the beast goes howling past
Is Zhen the Eldest Son still snug in autumn’s arms as guest?
Over the stranded cases of milling flesh cracks a rude blast
Has Qian woken up his heir with the thunder clap at last?
Was it the fire-cracker to summon false Fire Horse Year?
Something’s let loose in this air bodes no omen fair to last!
The Commandant retraced heavy steps to the Chief’s guarded car
Tense reddened eyes sought relenting signs in faces wrought by far
Yet who in all this surging melée gave a thought to the Bard
Oh! Where might Ol’ Khayyam be hiding! Alone! Or on some star!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
I shall not envy the upstart's polished gait,
Or wish myself as old knights in diamonds
Hued to bamboozle familiar souls and eye,
Flattered by aping pals and ersatz blondes.
For swanky gait soon in quiet slumbers lies
In darkest gloom beyond men's urging eyes;
Where kowtowing lip trills no ego-oiling tune
To laud vain legs that all wise sense impugn.
Since old knights and their fabled crystals fall
Into gloomy abysms past all plagiarized cheer,
And their wide glows sheer shifting dreams be;
Which deft poet thereon docks his sailing soul?
As for manipulable eyes and souls of fan-stars,
And idol blondes cued to flatter clumsy knights;
Are not both simple wit and truth strictly averse
To all such visionless ego-trip and short-sights?
Give upstart parvenus and 'knights' whole pomp,
I'll claim the simple logic they so mulishly tromp!
Perhaps the last few leaves of Time
Are dropping off the Lotus Tree,
Our little earth will gasp its last
And soon be swallowed up in sea.
Then sea and earth divide and part,
Each half dissolve without a trace,
Twin flames that rush with lightning speed,
Disintegrating into space.
We may be sitting on a keg
Of atoms that will soon explode
And little else of us be left
Save ash along the flaming road.
And when we think ourselves secure,
We may be standing on the brink
Of chasms gorged with blood and fire,
Abysms blacker yet than ink.
It may be while we sleep or wake
The world will end, a crash will come,
With cleavage of the earth and sea,
And thunder of the Cosmic Drum.