Best Bey Poems
Teasing my senses, awaken my soul,
Obey every command, losing control.
Unspoken words, replaced by pure bliss,
Craving you more, every daring kiss.
Hypnotized by passion, transcendence.
6/28/2017
I had a linguistic love affair for awhile with this handsome gentleman,
Today I think after he said good-bye the affair is over.
For awhile we got along exceptionally well,
You often ask yourself when someone chooses to leave.
Will your neighbors miss you, maybe we were only friends,
Some friendships are only meant to last for awhile.
What a nice friendship for awhile, I shared my love of art and poetry with him,
He gave me an appreciative hug and a kiss when I gave him two of my drawings.
I was disappointed when he didn't wish to communicate any further,
I miss our hugs, I hope that he is keeping well.
I thank God for this friendship and that my friend took the time to care,
Always say that I will meet someone just as nice.
God sends us miracles when we least expect them,
My Thanksgiving poem is appearing in the Heritage Letter and Calendar.
The "Thanksgiving Miracle" is my poem chosen and there is also a picture of me with my Poetry Award.
The blessed senior retirement continues and I am very thankful.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
S eek the Lord and you will find Him.
A sk Him to come into your heart.
L ove God with all your heart, soul and mind.
V ow to follow Him all of your life.
A cknowledge Jesus as your Savior and Lord.
T rust Him to forgive all of your sins.
I nvite the Lord to have His way in your life.
O bey the commands of His word.
N othing is impossible with God.
11/25/11
J-ust keep on going strong,
A-s the sun is burning bright;
N-ight chill will be over,
N-ext in line is the light.
A-pril twenty-fifth daybreak, the twilight has passed by;
H-earken your heart's desire to keep your spirits high.
M-ind not frustration,
A-s well as the disappointment;
L-ive your life in hope,
A-im for the shining moment.
C-limb the highest mountain,
A-spire for the strong finish;
S-oar high into the sky, dark clouds start to vanish.
F-ight on and try to win
A-gainst the fiercest foe;
J-ust keep on going strong,
A-ssert to wipe away woe.
R-ise to the occasion,
D-oing the right, not wrong;
O-bey the Lord's beck and call, just keep on going strong.
A Klingon Love Poem
(In Klingon and English)
tlhIngan bang bom tlhab
(pa' tlhIngan 'ej English Hol)
tugh mate beast qem jIH
flesh, cobalt jIb tear rip
metallic jeD rip qIj vo' DapIHchugh
ghaH ghob'e' nasty, Hegh mInDu' qul
Hurgh qab leathery
uglier Dunmo' tay embrace
dungeons Hurgh foreplay yInISQo' maHvaD
DeSDu' muSHa'ghach objects hurling jej
ravDaq pound, lojmIt pach maH
bey HoS jachpu'DI' DeSDu' morg maS
roar rur heavenly ghe''or Qo'noS vergh
jaQ neH rIQ qet bangwI'
Dub inflicted Hoch latlhpu'
rol taj jej taj
'ej HIv Ho' sharper
'Iw 'uQ'a' Hoch latlhpu' maH
ghob wej qa''a''e' pemHov lust
A Klingon Love Poem
(In Klingon and English)
Bring me a female mating beast
To pound her flesh, to tear her cobalt hair
Rip the thick metallic black from the head
She must be nasty, with fire in the eyes for death
A dark leathery face
The uglier the better for the ritual embrace
Let us foreplay in dungeons dark
Hurling sharp objects at love
We will scorch the floors, claw the doors
Howl out loud at the moons of Morg
Roar like heavenly hell on Kronos shores
My love runs deep in the wounds
Inflicted on each others backs
With razor sharp knives
And sharper teeth attacks
We will feast on each others blood
Do battle till the sun comes up with lust
The drum is sounding
From Queens in New York
Stretching to the horns of America
And the horns of Africa
Hear them applause
They call it the Trump drum of triumph
I sat on my chair of reeds
And looked towards north America
O, Horns of America!
Send your messengers across the pacific and be specific
Send waves of excitement for the Republican
U.S President elect---who entranced the long serving mother
The mother of United States who has done enough for the U.S
To stand on HER feet
Tell the world what a drum it is
Should it be a drum of war!
The trump drum of triumph
Is offbeat
Those are tourists at Las Vegas
Watching the Trump towers
Fathoming the towers would reform into a gold mine
A precious gold mine to America and the world
The Americas and the world at large in awe
But agape with an intriguing question
Will the Trump drum of triumph not sell America to the world?
Either, will it not sell the world to America?
Now that Trump needn’t a salary?
Does he have a business plan in his palace behind his unproved humility?
America wonders---the world looks on---hat trick or not!
Let the white house and the black house both keenly watch
The start of this political game
Should he meddle in his belly and ignore America and the world?
The Trump drum of triumph
Is offbeat
What is his say on gay-ism and lesbianism?
Where Barrack Obama was offbeat-ism
The practice that is against God-ism
Which spoils ten thousand American children daily-ism
A man kissing a man-ism
A woman kissing a woman-ism
Abominable act in the world traditional society-ism
How about Illuminati, the god worshipers that are barriers between God and mankind-ism?
Consult Trump’s priest-ism
To burn down all the shrines of Baphomet in Americas-ism
And the National church of bey where our men become unproductive-ism
By sacrificing their manhood-ism
They become infertile for life-ism
Heal the world again dear Trump-ism
Make my county South Sudan a country again-ism
And refrain from God’s wrath-ism
Only then will the Trump drum of triumph-ism
Not be offbeat-ism
Toilet
Where I get my moment of silence
But irritation of thoughts that confuses at times
I sit there while my body redecorates what were ones genetically modified foods
Welcoming nothing but relaxation and come-ness
The flow and movement I can’t seem to tolerate
Drops out of a volcano like lava on the ocean
My sold waste about to go to a different dimension to create riches
Up lifting the economy while creating jobs I thought
Am an entrepreneur
Smiling because I have just changed a life
Giving hope
I cleaned my business
Letting the water move my product
I stood firm with my head high
Walking out full of confidence
Toilet, toilet you have just given life.
I decided to clean my stomach
So that I could visit every family member
To distribute my product into different companies
I saw my movement flowing through the house of our community
Rushing through and knocking on every door like it was Halloween
Digesting everything my immune system can accept
The sun about to set as the golden strings decompose upon our surface
My consciousness brain just thinking about my product
Giving away free delivery
Until the darkness engulfed our city
And the street lights were the only thing accompanying me
As I had back home
Its 11:25 on my arrival
Mother still awake to welcome my arrival with a biting
But before she persuade
I had already explained my quest
And her response was
Ba go loyile
We woke up for church
As they proceeded
And they were singing
Besuka bamlandela x2
Bahesheya e mezi yabo
I on the other hand
Kept on singing
Besuza bey kakela x2
Byhesheya e toilet rollo
Besuza bey kakela
Mother heard me
You are the female whose perfectly stacked
You should wear a sign that reads MAY CAUSE HEART ATTACKS
Pay no mind to what other women say
Women have their men neutered, keeping them at bey
You never fall for those smooth pick up lines
You would be in prison, if a smokin' body was a crime
Your last name is Parker, with a circle not so vicious
You get the highest rating of bootylicious
I am Sherlock Holmes, so give me a clue
A hint of how I can get next to you
If a genie granted me three wishes
I only want one, I want to experience bootylicious
Just the look from your eyes put men at your beckon call
Every room should be filled with bootylicious from wall to wall
If they could design a computer using you, there would be no glitches
You would be the mainframe, the nerve center of bootylicious
Bootylicious is in all women out there
Go on men, check them out, take a long stare
The walk, the talk, the strut and the look
Your story is all true, a non-fiction book
As you men stand at the kitchen sink while washing the dishes
Look out the window, you'll spot bootylicious
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXIX
IF you pull a long pained face
The kind poets affect and gladly display
Throughout the ages with their lonely-heart feelings in lyrical grace
You might end up Precious Pearl in harem of some Arabo-Turkish Bey
If you then pull that longingly pained long face
In verses thin and sweetened long to Your Lord and Master Bey
All night long pulling at the tassels of your silken robes pyjama lace
Your turn might never come to whisper rosy verses under moonlit ear
Yet if you keep pulling that long lone-heart face
Know that Eunuchs too might not averse be to your corvée
And might listen close to every lilting line behind burka lace
Unless in Looney Bin the Bey thinks fit to let you long stay
Now if you pulled that long left-alone pale face
During long-stricken nights while silken moon-shafts through casements stray
Your face wan the tang of your pulled flesh less and less sinuous in bed-wise ways
With luck you might at his table serve as a taster of macoronic verse play
So if you must go on pulling that long Parson's face
Pull it while chopping up pork ribs for crispy crunchy helpings à la Canard Lacqué
None will miss appreciating the tango twists and twirls in your hurt-feelings vice-verse
Everything's grist to the salmagundi soup the pot-pourri pulsed poem à la Chop Suey
© T. Wignesan - Paris, February 5, 2019
Buddgelin Bey – Translation of Rex Marshall’s « Buddgelin Bey » by T. Wignesan
(Rex Marshall, b. July 16, 1943 at Grafton, belongs to the aboriginal tribe, Thungutti/Gumbaingeri of the Baryulgil
Reserve in New South Wales. He studied up to 6th grade in primary schools and then set himself the task of working for the betterment of aboriginals. The Hardy company’s asbestos mine, situated right in the centre of the reserve, accounted for the deaths (through asbestos poisoning ; l’amiante in French) of many miners and their family members. Asbestos tailings were used for covering roads. Rex Marshall and his fellow kinsmen then set up the Aboriginal Embassy in 1972 in order to draw international attention to « the racist oppression and covert genocide of Aboriginals. » He served on various aboriginal organizations for the uplift of his peoples, both on the regional and national levels. (Inside Black Australia, 1988). T. Wignesan, Paris, December 12, 2016 .
Les nuages noirs s’amoncellent loin dans le ciel
D’un moment à l’autre l’orage va s’éclater
Et Maman le tient à l’œil sans cligner des yeux
En tenant l’hache dans ses mains et en gardant les deux pieds
bien firmes sur le sol
Enfin elle se prépare pour se défendre
Contre le vent déchainé et la pluie se tombant tout autour
En accordance avec ses coutumes, elle devait couper les
nuages orageux
Pendant qu’elle agitait l’hache en chantant avec toute
vigueur
Un rite qu’elle avait hérité de sa tribu
Cette coutume qu’elle pratiquait toute fière d’elle-même
Elle acheva le rite en poussant le cri : « Buddgelin Bey ! »
L’orage est bien sûr dissipé.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
MY LIVING SOUL
At the dawning of time
When not even 'light' had a presence
He said, “Let there be light"
And the Earth was consumed, in its essence
The darkness was fractured
As daylight held it at bey
The darkness, He named it, the Night
And the light he called Day
He formed all of Earth
He divided the lands, from the seas
The most beautiful flora and fauna
A treasure of fruits and of trees
A myriad of stars, to watch over His flock
Signs from the Heavens, a celestial clock
The birds and the animals
All creatures and fishes
He filled up the seas
And a world full of wishes
The most wondrous of beasts
Of the land, sea and air
With scales and with tails
And with feathers and hair
Now, I shall make 'man' in my image
With power over death and o'er birth
From the creatures that live in the oceans
In the air, on the land, in the dirt
Man will feed and will clothe, from these bounties
He will grow, in his civilization
For 'he' is the pick of My crop
The fruits of My fondest creation
The Heavens and earth, now are plenished
Creation has taken its toll
The seventh day, now I am rested
Mankind, is My Own, Living Soul
Please, teenagers, put down your devastating killing weapons
And know you are too young to grasp all you would deaden.
No baby born should lack unconditional, parental love and support.
Damaged youth are doomed to destroy the world as they court
Emotions seeking 'happy' from stinking thinking, greed, power or
Meandoring towards ways and groups whose days turn lives sour.
Obey God as He resonates with you, not any fanatical interpretation
Nudging violent instructions for mankind’s senseless destruction.
Ignorance feeds on generations of dramatic, fruitless behavior,
Unable to ever satisfy a foolish, vengeful, confused or lost nature.
Mending us requires devoted, spiritual parents whose love is mature.
Proclaim the Lord’s faithfulness with worshipful praise*
Revel along earnest gratitude in His redemption-grace
Adore Him, affirming appreciatively His admirable ways
In His sanctuary, and in His firmament’s power all the days
Speak of His mighty acts along His marvelous goodness-rays
Exalt Him according to His excellent greatness of no delays.
Yield to Him – the Creator to Whom your soul humbly prays
Extol His name with awesome delight, devoid of pride’s trace.
Testify about His compassion where your heart stays
Hail Him – the Almighty God, eternal life’s firm base
Expose His wondrous loving deeds of caring embrace.
Love Him with all your heart midst trials you face
Obey His Word, instructed along spiritual race
Rest in His cheerful peace midst turbulent case
Do trust His omniscience, always perfect, with faith’s yeas.
*Psalm 150:1 “Praise ye the LORD. Praise God in his sanctuary:
Praise him in the firmament of his power.”
Acrostic and Monorhyme
February 17, 2019
When I retire and start living
I am going to stop writing and just live
Live, live, live like Auntie Mame
Or, maybe I will write about living:
A.M.
Drink margaritas – lime only
Walk on pristine beach – white sand only
Take three shots of espresso - Cuban only
Read love poems only by Neruda – NO WRITING!
Recite Shakespeare - the comedies only
Cook healthy vegan lunch and do cool yoga
P.M.
Drink cocktails - with Stoli only
Listen to Andy Bey and Patricia Barber for hours
Have sequestered time - with the LOML
Eat healthy vegan dinner and train for something called a 5K
Watch sunsets for longer than one minute
Go to indie films, live theater, hip clubs
And dance all night with buff gay men in briefs only!
I wonder if that is what living will be like.
In My New Year’s Resolution I Vow
I solemnly declare under oats on the libel to walk
N aked with only a bellow with fellow utopians
M istletoe tattoos on my fingers criss-crossing in
Y onder to shepherd ‘blue sheep’ congregations
N oel novel nobility flying pigs dressed in purple
E merge from a smoke screen of incense sandal
W ood scandals on their quest to capture the moon
Y ou’ll have to bear with my golly batik on grizzly
E nchanted magic spills hailed comet drizzle and rain blows
A biding by enlightened dark chocolate scripture
R ock solid marsh mellows on twelve tables of sand
S unk quick in fluffy cuddles once dogma eats pie
R econfigured lolly popped pious conscription I resolve to
E nshrine on altar egos chapels custard apples
S weet sin of saviour and savages prophets and whiz
O n privets hedging bets on riveting cross bows in
L ucid delusions of light hearted senses’ scent
U surping snakes in the garden’s modest seduction in
T ransit transgression staking boundaries sake
I lluminated I will fly from chandeliers promise to
O bey only mocking jesters fooling the fools
N ever more will Nirvana shout at the Buddha
I n hearse verse and chapter closed by conscious
V irtue vilified by voracious villains vying for
O ms rosaries dumb bells from myriad towers
W hen my Weltschmerz and Zeitgeist tickle my treacle
22nd December 2016