Best By Rights Poems
What a slap in the face!
It’s an international disgrace!
(Descriptive distraction)
and (subversion in action)
It’s now commonly used in parlance by judiciary
while in literature this prevalent (lie) I see.
With a bland, enough face?
or is there the hint of a trace?
Could there be in its origin, a.. motive? or motion
created to infiltrate a nations notion?
A.. (sort of sufferance)
involved with its utterance!
So (abused & misused) is the category
I must zero in all my batteries,
Now I am clearing my decks,
here I go, what the heck!
For I have admiration for a Francophile
would converse with a Russophile
I so enjoy your work Faberge
and appreciate the charm of the Gallic sway
But for me there is no third way!
(now) without any doubt I am coming about
And stoking all my fires
for full ahead’s my desire.
On the literary beach
I see a very (rotten peach)!
And it was ‘hidden’ in full view
Hmm.. let’s see what some firepower can do
For the doting parents who pray
keep our kids safe today.
Hardworking moms & dads who care,
find time that is to spare
From extra help with early reading
to painting nursery room ceilings
Some working 14-hour days
it makes me angry I say.
Aunts & uncles, grandparent, teachers
of calm nature and reason
With motives pure and in step
with life’s seasons
And the name of the paedophile should by rights be theirs,
its been hijacked, does anyone care?
It’s too good a description, just not the depiction
to be bandied about, LISTEN
AS I SHOUT WITH TRUE INDIGNATION
CHANGE THIS DECEPTION OF NATIONS
© Joe Maverick 25-04-2011
The people of the state oppressed
should have a referdum by rights
God given unto them by speech
words draws the sword
To back anything worth considering
on this issue with the pros and cons
highlighted truth a must
Leaving nowhere for a reason to worry
exposing side affects
unto the genetic code nothing hidden
as this is an elitist group
Formed by bankers funding
Trying to muscle into world trade
with gmo foods and steroid filled beef
with ill regards to human fatalities
as money is the only agenda
That knows no status or good will
on the table that drives their engine forward
before health is taken into consideration
Death's Messengers
by Rick Rucker
Death's messengers came for me today,
I eluded them, though, I crawled away.
Seeing just the smallest chance,
I sneaked into an ambulance.
I thought that it would surely fail,
That I'd soon be cold, and pale.
Noting that my blood did leak,
My future prospects seemed rather bleak.
One second, an iron horse riding,
And the next, my suit of leather sliding,
Down the road, at times bouncing,
My feeling of luck taking a trouncing.
I couldn't speak, my breath was leaving,
I knew my wife would soon be grieving,
I thought myself quite brave,
But I heard a medic say “Grave,”
Where I knew I soon would be,
On a hill, under a tree,
Thinking about the riding fraternity,
A biker through eternity.
Suddenly I felt a pain,
A searing blue flash went 'cross my brain,
Something just wasn't right,
Don't people say to “Go to the light?”
The only light that I could see,
Was red, and on a CHP,
Cruiser that was straight ahead,
Probably thinking I was dead.
Could it be that I would live?
How much fluid can one give,
And unfailingly survive,
Or , possibly even thrive?
I had to get into a hospital bed,
Before “THEY” knew I wasn't dead!
How fast can a medic go by rights?
Use the siren and the lights!
I wasn't feeling too nice,
But we got there, in a thrice.
Many doctors rushed me in,
Just one pain, from toes to chin.
To ease it, they gave me juice,
Soon, I began to feel quite loose.
Knowing that this dulled pain's talon,
I asked, “Could I take some home, a gallon?”
Seeing me under the weather,
The doctors all gathered together.
Discussing all the effects most tragic,
The witch doctors began to work their magic.
Soon enough, I knew I'd live,
I thought to take the time to give,
To The One that let me stay,
Above the ground another day!
I don't think about it much,
There's little pain to the touch.
The only legacy I carry,
Past cemeteries I do not tarry,
I haul as fast as I can go,
If I go a little too slow,
Death's messengers might see,
The one that got away-that's me!
The sirens and mermaids
called up from the deep,
untangled mesh nets
blithely held out by sleep.
There the first to emerge
were the sighs and the nods,
they sank then resurfaced
in clear Morphean pods.
I found myself wandering
on a wide stretch of beach.
My mind squeezed like a lemon,
my thoughts fuzzed like a peach.
When the sheet of fog lifted,
I walked through the haze,
what’d been transfixed by the night
now transformed into day.
Bands of green kelp
had encircled my feet.
Sand dollars tossed out
from the wallets of seas.
The tang in the air
by the water and brine,
awoke to my senses
other days hazed by time.
Sunk then in a sinkhole;
my heart now clanged a bell!
I was no longer an oyster
in a barnacled shell.
I kicked off the seaweed,
splashed through the shoreline,
feeling refreshingly freed
from that soul ravaged time.
I knew I’d still wonder
about Calamity Clam.
Had he hid from the onslaught,
become a sea star’s sea ham?
Ouf…no longer my problem,
I was no agent by rights.
Then I stepped on an object
and, out went the lights!
I hopped in frustration
with great hurt I did bow.
I bellowed out pain
like an angry sea cow.
With one mighty scoop
he was constained in my hand.
How to dispose of the despicable?
I felt seared by a brand.
Covertly I gazed
at this nemesis of fear.
Then I gave a smart tug
to his mossy green beard.
The thoughts that I harbored
were not of my decree.
I hurled him out, with three skips,
he sank back into the sea.
Once you were a plundered people,
your ancient culture an excuse
for vainglorious swords to take by force
Yellow gold, Aztec Blue,
that rightfully belonged to you.
Your faces are now sometimes light,
sometimes sombre-
sombre as those hidden tombs
within which glittered eternal wealth,
and memories of doom.
Yes, your skin has the colour of life
as willingly fertile
as cultivated fields,
from which grew golden corn
nurtured, strong,
to be reaped by rights, not wrongs.
And so, they plundered what they could,
but not your hearts, or inner worth.
For here in your lives
are more treasures revealed,
forcibly stolen by strangers' eyes....
Rich thoughts unsold, unbought.
Here is the Blue of the sky,
eternal, untouched.
Here is the colour Blood Red,
precious lives, sacrificed.
Here is bright Yellow of corn, of Inca Gold.
Here is the Green of tiered fields,
yielding life from long ago.
Here is Black of night, protected sleep.
Here is White of eyes, of clouds and cloth.
Here is Pink of sunrise, babies' tongues.
And here is Purple, but where from?
Perhaps it is the colour of Anger, and Passion?
Or the colour of rain clouds,
glazed by the rays of Crimson sun?
Perhaps it is the colour
of victorious hearts-
Rich Red, Royal Blue,
that are now one, have won?
Today, you plunder people's thoughts,
with a heart- held wealth
that can't be bought....
And I must sit here, wistfully
begging for alms from history...
Posted 2017.
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
Villanelle: Only in democracies reigns surprise
Only in democracies reigns surprise
The majority cast their franchised rights
Elect CEOs who tell fat cat lies
In dictatorships the leader is wise
He elects himself and appoints his mites
Only in democracies reigns surprise
On election day leaders on the rise
By the hundredth day majority fights
Elect CEOs who tell fat cat lies
By end of first term majority dies
Wonders how they kept the leader uprights
Only in democracies reigns surprise
By start of second term the voter cries
Give us our oligarchy by rights
Elect CEOs who tell fat cat lies
In dictatorships people march in files
To show they don’t much care about rights
Only in democracies reigns surprise
Elect CEOs who tell fat cat lies.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Resignation
Dignity and courage defined by undeniable morality.
Integrity shown vividly within kindness.
Positive optimism outlooks mold cherish-able characteristics.
Resolved decorums cloak an image.
Traits one portrays internally.
Dumbfounded by social interactions extended more so throughout humanities entirety.
Lost by rights as wrongs pollute rights.
Tongue tied by disassociation; festering.
Hope resonates.
Life gets in the way.
People penetrate.
Misunderstood man makes judgmental mistakes.
Pity
Acceptance
Worry
Contemplation
Self doubt
Misunderstanding
Seclusion
Passive regrets
Hope
Resignation
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IF ever I had a country : XLVI - XLVII
XLVI
IF ever I had in Andromeda a country
And if ever by rights I were the Chief Collision-Conglomerate Six-Star Plenipotentiary
I'd moot and execute a permanent plan for the establishment of a concentration camp penitentiary
For all the Milky Way terrestrial chieftain priests and leaders of the twenty-twenty-first century
During the aeons-long Andromeda Purification-Invasion of our choked and soured Milky Way of uniting humanity
And set up the Sixty-Four Wise Yijing Learned Men and Women Councils to rule each and every confounded in-human country
That is, if ever by rights I were the Chief Collision-Conglomerate Six-Star Plenipotentiary
And even if I never ever had in Andromeda no blasted country
XLVII
IF ever I had in Andromeda a country
And if ever by rights I were the Six-Star Armed Forces Commander-in-Chief of the Milky Way invasion
I'd warn all Inter-Stellar Fleet admirals and generals to guard against sharp human practices ruses and gifts of pretension
Marked by the human mania for masking their faces crown of heads bellies but not bums and their servile submission
To lying cheating imitating stealing back-biting fornicating bum-licking maiming killing and splitting the Almighty for selfish possession
All for the sake of amassing more money more pleasure more fame more pride more hatred more envy more of everything as their only ethnic life-mission
That is, if ever by rights I were the Six-Star Armed Forces Commander-in-Chief of the Milky Way invasion
And even if I never ever had in Andromeda no green patch or parcel of a country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, August 3, 2018
(Cont) Bill rapped twice on Lt. Griggs' office door. “It’s open!
Well if it isn’t Sgt. Bill Lipton. Come in, close the door and
take a seat.
I guess you heard there’s a vigilante on the loose.” Bill was
feeling a bit uncomfortable. He knew by rights he shouldn’t
have messed with thecase without the Lt’s permission.
“Seems you and thetwenty first already had a run in with him.”
“Yes sir. I kinda got caught up.. Uh ..in,,,”
“Never mind that. I don’t want to hear your excuses. It might
not coincide with what I heard and then you’d be in trouble.
Look Sgt. Lipton, you been on the force here three years as a
detective and you’ve already got a hell of a good crime solving
record in the works. Don’t blow it now because of some silly
mishandling of the regulations. I Knowsome of those rules are
chicken crap when it comes to enforcing the law,
but we’ve got to play by the book, get it?
“Yes sir ..I ..”
(continued on Bill's side 11 shogun series)
Fifty years ago today
an attack was well underway
On Yom Kippur, October 6
Israel was in a fix
Egypt had invaded the Sinai
Syrians climbed down the Golan Heights
Arabs sought to recapture land
which they regarded as theirs 'by rights'
Three weeks later, Israel was up off her heels
at the gates of Cairo and Damascus
troops ready to seal the deal
But the US said No! Israel had to go
back to the preexisting status quo
2,400 died in defense of their nation
as Israel began to grow impatient
with their supposed Allies in the West
When on your holiest day, your enemies attack
Why should you give what you captured back
______________________________________
The 2,412 soldiers who died comprised 1% of
Israel's Jewish population in 1973. A comparable
figure would be 300,000 American soldiers dying
in a four-week war in 1973.
~ A Poem for Shavuos ~ *
Two Jews, three opinions
Twenty-nine of us need three minyans *
Yet when we camped at Sinai, all arguments stopped
Jaws in heaven must have dropped
Angels astonished - Not one human complaint?
If they'd blood in their wings, surely they'd faint
What caused this dramatic transformation
from rank division to unification? ...
The divine souls G-d implanted within us *
embraced their source, Divinity Itself
At that juncture, our fragmented souls reunited
Like 'one man with one heart,' crystal-clear sighted
Quarreling stopped, though later to restart
~ For a magic moment, Divine souls not torn apart
______________________________________________
*Notes: 'Shavuos' is the original Hebrew name of the hol-
iday known to Christians by the name of the 'Pentecost.'
Shavuos means 'weeks:' Seven weeks between Passover
and Shavuos. The next (50th) day is the holiday, the 'Pen-
tecost.' ... A 'minyan' is a Jewish prayer quorum, which re-
quires ten men age 13 or over for public prayers. (The
number '29' in the poem therefore introduces a slightly
jocular tone, as by rights it should be 30)... Finally, see
Genesis 2:7, wherein G-d breathes a soul into Adam
through his nostrils.
are you he? i reply, I am not he for whom you speak of. for he is the lord of lords and the king of kings. I am just a writer of sins and forgiveness. so with that I say, say all that you would say before time closes her door to me, and I am to stop writing to lay my pen down. he reply, still i pray through all my journey for I once loved your name yet now even now I can not remember and even now I can not speak of? Am I satisfied to move beyond the evil power which holds me? for hell has free me for your sake, and the sake of those people for whom I would love to be their murderer who once stain you with their hell. for my eyes still dim from the fight of you. please bear with me for this is what he said. you are now a stranger to us, before you was the difficult messenger for it's perfection you once saw moving forward to embrace you, but still there is dismay in your face, why do you journey will his will, his just will? I reply, the river mouth bring forth no new law from Elohim our father in heaven did not show himself to me. so why do you sit here on the side of this pit? is it by rights of a rightful punishment, a harsh rebuke on your body do not be amazed by me. than he yelled, your intellect, your unending road who will give birth to those men! I have been content to bow my head to sweet sorrow! for if the blood be the life, than let the blood be mine, for if my life at best be a mystery to me! I have cast shadows from me, for sure you are there, there is no love in me, I tell you the truth, where the devil children walk the earth on earthly feets, LOOK WHAT YOUR ELOHIM HAS DONE TO ME! than he reach out for me and an angel of the lord rebuke him by saying this, oh you evil know what is, place not your hand on elohim eternal writer. for in living or no breed his life is chased from you. than the angel said to me, stop writing about this evil and move on. and at once he the angel was gone, and i stop writing to place my pen down.
she will burn the earth
a scare not to been seen
and one for all to see
a terror a tyrant
not decaying flash
shell feed her servants
a madussa by rights
horror and fear
plight an terror
strife and death
lust and hate
on faith place
he's rule coming to an end
two beasts death throw
leaving history
with yesterday in eye
and tomorrow hear
the blue take shape
no hands remove the vail
love and courage
peace and death
Crazy dreams cryptic holidays
Living floating above
It's a carpet or a rug
Living to forge forgetting to follow
But look in the streets
Love is still a companion
How do you find
Something you don't seek
Alice was a killer and as stoned as a pillar
I saw her I's right in the nav of her middle
Back with Jack
Follow the leaders but don't forget
To jump off the path
Where can we go
We all get 2 feet
Don't forget the influence er
Armed with a bat
Take it personal
Be the decision army
They say poets can be whiners
They say challenge doesn't turn panic into a disaster
There were bands I grew up with that I will cherish forever
But it was the love of nature
Always be the biggest thing to me
Never ask why
I is likened to asking someone to love you
I saw you in a basket full of dreams
They say don't do it
I say that's a good reason to
Forget to guard your heart
Make it a sport
Count the alpha-bet back to worlds
You own by rights
You are the only one
You still hit zero before once in a lifetime
Make it a habit
Change their opinion
Or at least
Follow the rabbit