Best Consignment Poems
Puffing languidly by blowing the whistle, there came
the mementos of zig-zag meter gauged companion,
The first consignment on the railroad track, locomotives shipped from the United Kingdom,
by crossing 586 bridges, beautiful Himalayan Mountain Ranges,
37 tunnels of major attractions arrived at the destination,
A first venture, to boost up the drop's tea and coal transportation.
That day, a track known as Brahmaputra Valley,
literally airdropped as an island railway went conversion,
became history to usher the broad gauge interconnectivity of the remote region.
Eleven years later in 1892, thousands of men and women
gathered to cast the last glimpse of the railway track
at the eastern part of the Indian Continental,
to become the witness of the track's last communication.
An emotional moment, when the train ran for the last time
on the 115 year old meter gauge line
by flagging and blowing the last whistle of the dominion.
To bid tearful, joyful adieu to the first whistle
of the last morning, on the old track of the 65 km
railway line, inaugurated in 1881, in the so called
Land of the Raising Sun as commemoration!
Categories:
consignment, analogy, farewell, history, remembrance
Form:
Free verse
In the millennium’s first dozen years,
they say we’re headed for a tipping point --
a disastrous sum of many fears
when Nature herself will crash and disjoint.
It’s not the Mayan calendar that’s cause,
nor the Sun’s circumstantial alignment,
but our careless consumption without pause
and our uncontrolled wholesale consignment.
Our survival’s not a dress rehearsal.
We are fast approaching the precipice
where it will be too late for reversal.
Earth’s ecosystem hangs over the abyss.
If you’re reading this and claim you don’t care,
we don't need to wait; we’re already there.
Categories:
consignment, nature, visionary,
Form:
Sonnet
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake: Part Thirty-Six
Hardly had the CS drawn tight the net round the mosque and lake
The red phone on his desk at the Préfecture signalled a break
Through at the Orly Airport end: “Guests from the Near East: ARRIVED!”
Protocol required their being transported for Prophet’s sake!
The Foreign Office rushed to proffer red carpet treatment with gloves
But the Princes refused to board the suburban trains in droves
Roads stood blocked choc-a-block so helicopter commutes were proposed:
A landing pad at Carrefour de Pompadour if the Lord approves!
And so it came to pass but the Princes stopped at junction sign-posts:
“What’s this?” Prince addressed his French Agent: “Hôtel des Postes-
Banque de France, Hôtel de Police, Hôtel de Ville, Préfecture Hôtel du Département?
Why haven’t you bought these hotels as well? The billions we pay in costs!”
“Your Highness! If you’ll kindly pardon me, these hôtels aren’t for sale!”
“Well, never mind Hôtel des Postes! Buy me Banque de France sans fail!”
“I’ll see what I can do but it might take a pretty penny or two!”
“That’s no sweat! For fifty years or so we’ll pay in gas and oil!”
“As for the last entertainment consignment my retinue still complains!
They got stitched and patched up fifteen-year-olds for their pains!”
“Your Highness, that’s the age limit down here since laissez-faire!
We’d be hard put to find a virgin over ten in these terrains!”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
consignment, allegory,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Leonard Cohen
heavy dusk curtains
blinds choke afternoon sun
arch lamp
low light tangles
plaid consignment couch
hot glass Irish Whiskey
4 days died in February
a moment
remained silent
she stayed home
famous last words
I'll run out in that storm
but I'll let you go now
I'll let you go believing
4 days in February
you go on believing
you go on
GO------- go deeper into dark
black heart
unraveled kitty on yarn string
played your crummy gee-tar
see you in the pawnshop
every lonely night
desire tan brown legs
belt wrapped around waist
the Cali sun burns
beach blonde hair in ocean air
close sexy whisper
ear a flame
let me walk you through it
it's going to be fine
everything will be fine
come with me
I'll walk you through my garden
mysterious sultry voice
reassured cracked hum
long bottle
germinating seed
reaching through cracks
breaks of
oxygen mixing in water
mixing in sunlight
pushing through resentment
abandonment loss
all sediment
flower stem rising
a toddler yawns
awakening sleep
sweet slow
confident stretching arms
closed eye smile
so light headed
straining to see
the shale that rises
feet swell and sting
it's no garden
circle shiny path
pieces of glass
wounds bring feet
to halt
sleek long neck
roll away
Categories:
consignment, february, heartbreak, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
Indefatigable am I,
From the wretched dilapidated tenements to the soiled banks of the Versailles,
Hear my cry,
Left to their own devices the gilded wage masters will not comply,
Doth not their protestations for my benevolence in pursuit of profits their intentions belie,
Consuming the necessities for which my consignment to labor could buy,
Must you have all the pie and I to barely survive,
Anguished prayers to the heavens steadfastly grasped until the guttural sigh,
I shalt no more ask why,
But I shall fight, fight, fight,
Until I die.
Categories:
consignment, angst, business, on work
Form:
Since Brig Copenhagen was only four
days out of Liverpool, there remained some
distance to cover. Because it was more
nearer winter bad weather had to come.
Ship needed to reef sails before they tore.
The menace of icebergs was always strong,
This consignment of tea to Halifax
by its English owners must not go wrong.
Then carrying passengers out of Boston,
such trade was good reaping much after tax.
Provided this battle could now be won
Around the Horn to California where
gold had been discovered now by the ton.
passengers hoping to get their fair share,
Categories:
consignment, weather,
Form:
Sonnet
I cast your horoscope across the miles,
Star gazing does take a while,
I see your astral alignment,
Hugs and kisses in your consignment,
A golden age for your of peace,
Forever in your heart to keep,
Health, wealth, and great happiness,
Your stars are giving you a bless,
Enjoy each day as it comes,
Fill your days with your kind of fun,
So, this was my day's assignment,
To predict your stars' alignment,
Now I cast your horoscope across the miles,
This star gazing take a while.
Categories:
consignment, blessing, friend, fun, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
He goes through each day
obsessing over how to
increase his earnings.
Times are hard.
He's drowning in debt;
his bills gradually piling up.
Creditors bug him so much,
he feels like screaming;
soon landlord will come knocking.
He consolidated his loans;
it hasn't made much of a difference
He asked his boss for overtime,
nothing doing.
He applied for a second job,
no dice. He's still waiting for a call back.
He wants to start a home business,
but doesn't enough start up cash.
Desperation is gradually setting in.
He's put unneeded clothes
on consignment,
he's holding garage sale,
rationing food,
clipping coupons,
exercising for free,
shopping in thrift stores,
bicycling to work
and he's cut cable television
down to basic. Anything...
to decrease his spending.
Date written: 03/09/2021
Categories:
consignment, life, money, perspective, poverty,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
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Saffron grains of sand wedged into the crescent lines
Marking these wisdoms palms....
Ultraviolets consignment rising from the moisture gathering
In vassalages, editio cum notis ~
Propagations voice amid the spectrums gradatious hues
These prisms pirouetting in twine to times, omnipresence....
Proscriberes, afore the sage of Potents finalities decree; finis!?
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“El cardos numerus; `superventre.”
Categories:
consignment, hope, life, love,
Form:
Her behaviour was exceptionable but exceptional.
She has enormity of inflammable but flammable,
Her feasibility generalize that women is most credible,
Naturally internment, ingenious but usually seasonable.
Prevaricate, masterful and triumphal but confessional,
Intensive to locate liability to decimate flout,
Careable, loveable, a family addicted always in doubt,
Import surcharge, impediment, tortuous, indulgent decisional.
Children and woman why conflicts conscience consignment,
What is consensus, consecutive censure considering?
Conservatism is consequential continuous consistent,
Living is execute and executive, exempt revising.
Nature, God or sophistication who is defendant?
Hell or heaven, what is important living excising?
Categories:
consignment, caregiving, education, life, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
Check out the power of love,
Fact!
I'm givin out needles
to serenade feins like Michaels back,
should i like it,
Orrrrr trust it,
do four letter words
Whisper sweet nothings,
U see like the stars alignment ,
Love is not consignment,
Ut insightful to a rival,
Such hope for the blinded.
Categories:
consignment, love
Form:
Ingredients for domain, the rich
are so devised with will
to supplement consignment, while
my needs are standing still!
The poor, then, modeled in consign
are emptied of resigns excel,
does money buy the Faith at hand
or send it to it's hell!
I ask the Lord, His mightiness
how mitigating swell observe
does patronize the legal shelf
while justice panders spell!
Break then my bondage to life's trite
some greatness I must knell,
and forage not some ill intent
without this mercy's shell's
Categories:
consignment, discrimination, faith, sympathy,
Form:
Monorhyme
I’ll pay you for a hamburger next Tuesday Getting rid of consignment there must be a way without baiting a bull in a china shop Free trade and American made Quit giving your freedoms to someone else Quality or quantity is there anything else Fiat money will only give you time and maybe a job to dig your own grave that is if they have not given it away Look to the days of isolationism when things were American made for America is in a global market and should never be marketed away if you cannot see where things went wrong then stand your ground and open your eyes for the answers can be found and it is not between vanity and insanity as humbling, as it seems. Pray and follow the Way
Categories:
consignment, allusion, christian, feelings, jesus,
Form:
Free verse
Cinnamon- the scent of autumn
Candles drown- wax puddle bottom
Stormy clouds- shrouds of confinement
Tattered jeans- trendy consignment
Younger days- the color of green
Falling leaves- brush off what they mean
Windy skies- snapping of branches
Tourniquet- hemorrhage stanches
Crescent moon- gloaming afternoon
Letting go- lost grip on balloon
Shadows fade- each shade of grey blends
December- the calendar ends
2-23-2021
List With A Twist Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Categories:
consignment, autumn, goodbye, heartbreak, loss,
Form:
List
The mystery
There is a mystery that shrouds all real refinement
There is a man that speaks quite loud that never hears its complete silence
There is a bird that sits inside a cage yet sees the whole world as confinement
There is a sun that sets in the west and in the east it is so vibrant
There is a train that should be pulling into the station but is it ever reliant
There is a ship that’s arriving in the port but does it have my consignment
There is a Buddhist that contemplates the universe and its infinite space but does he find true enlightenment
There is a star from which we were all born but we are all trapped in this World of a paradoxical congruent
Categories:
consignment, art, universe,
Form: