Best Encyclopaedia Poems
- The Goodbye Goose-
Winter polishes at four o'clock, shining all the rocks aglaze.
Reflection, stretching shadows.
Longer thinner men - longer thinner still.
Shadowy tall , feeling small.
Sunmangled window in a diamond quadrant.
Keyhole orifice and creeping becomes nostalgia.
Why dont you just shut up and call?
Home going geese-slipstream in a vee.
High honking traffic, trailing vapour leaves you exposing me.
Cascading spirits slipping down the walls, swirling eddies
and smoky waterfalls, draping over furniture like slimy octopi...
Drunken weekend metaphors , Monday morning remorse.
Up and down the ladders of my memory, tinkly piano playing on my spiny vertebrae.
Permeating lies of my story told not of voice or tongue or lips-no.
But of crafty bits that left unsaid, untold encyclopaedia of me.
T'would be so simple to top you up, yet dark forces warn me ,
to pimp me out to you is to forfeit martyrdom and victory crown,
deprives the joy of shooting you down, shifting the blame.
Denies the stature as abuser , distracts my winner into loser.
Never be a frontal goose .
"Gaslit"
Truth they say
is sometimes
stranger than fiction
Fiction they say
is sometimes
the tonic to escape
Blue Pill?
Red Pill?
which one to take
before one considers
it is all too late
Faith they say
is belief without
proof
A leap for some
caught in the
wrinkle of it all
We walk our days
immersed in what
we think is real
we shun and
turn away
from the talk
Gaslighting
and the abysmal
moral disengagement
false projections
buried we are locked in
the old stories never end
egos burnt to ashes
finger on the forehead
marks noticed and felt
it all begins, a new story
what it’s really all about
some believe, most doubt
Truth they say
is sometimes
stranger than fiction
Life is what you want it to be
The old stories end
A new way of thinking begins
A new way of being begins
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Meditation Forest"
https://youtu.be/HSkgFARZbJM
Moral Disengagement
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moral_disengagement
https://www.apa.org/international/pi/2016/03/moral-disengagement
https://oxford-review.com/oxford-review-encyclopaedia-terms/moral-disengagement/
Moral Disengagement / Albert Bandura -
https://psycnet.apa.org/record/2015-43532-000
Gaslighting
https://www.goodtherapy.org/blog/psychpedia/gaslighting
https://blog.apaonline.org/2020/09/15/freedom-for-the-power-to-be-believed-on-gaslighting/
https://worldnews.upexampaper.com/7-things-to-know-and-understand-about-gaslighting-more-latest-world-news-headlines/
SOCIAL MEDIA
I don’t know much about social media
I need help from an encyclopaedia
Social media has its place
I would rather talk face to face
Although, I do like texting and emailing too
They are the easiest things to do
But, you can’t get a hug via text or email
You could try but you would fail
You could even write a letter
But, hugging in person is so much better
Go out and hug someone right now
I hope you haven’t forgotten how
If you go on social media, please be kind
That is the best way I think you’ll find
Social media does have its uses
Please don’t use it for your abuses
I don’t want to hear your excuses
If you use social media, use it for good
Treat people the way you know you should
Everyone just wants to be understood
People are not made of wood.
ENCYCLOPAEDIA
A - BOA, is where I found stuff on Asian midges
BOA – CON showed me the way they build bridges
COO – FLO was a cooking lesson in foods sweet and spicy
FLO - ISIS flu meant influenza – a major discovery
ISIS – NAV all the details of Naval history
NAV – SCA the first encounter with radiant energy
SCA – ZWI simply meant understanding syzygy
It was indeed orchestrated by providence,
for two hypnotized by love on social media.
It was indeed the innovation of the times
that united two once unbeknownst to each other.
Separated by tongue, culture, values and distance.
A French kiss across the Niger, strengthened further
by an age of digital encyclopaedia.
Behold, love is in the air as the church bell chimes
for two reaping from the gains of a smaller globe,
set to find themselves inextricably in a robe.
Lovers set to make a vow with a covenant kiss,
guaranteed to grant them both a wedlock of bliss.
Tese and Rosemary in their world of ambience.
Into the depths of depression I sank,
To the dark bottom of that bottomless pit,
In which problems abound and worries are heightened
Funny enough, this pit though not physical
Tells on my physical
'Tseems the force of gravity is increased upon me
My gait is slow
An my countenance an encyclopaedia of melancholy
Lost in my thoughts
And rolled deep in them
Suddenly an interrupting chirp assails my ears
Up I gaze into the skies
And then I beheld the solution to my problem -
Freedom like that of a bird
Out of that fateful encounter
Was born my desire
To untether myself from earth
And truly roam free,
Out of that fateful encounter
Was born my desire
To enter that void
In which my thoughts shall be annihilated
And the slate of mind shall be wiped clean
And made lighter than a feather,
And then shall I truly be free,
Free from earth and all its attendant worries
Even though wings I do not possess,
Wings I shall fashion for myself
Wings not as fallible like those of Icarus
I'd fashion myself more resilient wings
With which I shall liberate myself from earth
Then shall I soar free as I can ever be
03/12/2014
What the poet knows,
I'll tell you what:
He moulds the clay of wisdom,
Fine-tunes the disruption of misconceptions.
He listens to breaking sorrows
And leans a helping arm on society.
He is the eye of the ancestors
An encyclopaedia of generations passed.
He reflects the ills of humanity
Gigantic bulldozer, bulldozing through.
He devices a language of illumination
Shining to all who understands his dialect.
He touches starvation with a helping hand,
Fighting malice with the pen as his sword.
He knows when to strike
And where to aim,
Poised for greatness
A marching warrior.
He defeats with ease
And cures with his words,
Piercing his way
Through the hearts of darkness.
A voice of change
And a voice of the earth,
Created specifically to nurture the earth.
He is born to sing and born to shout
Amidst much silence from a quiet lot.
He deciphers solution for multitudes at ease
From his warehouse of wisdom, oh man of letters.
He was created to heal
And born to lead
His devoted urchins
That roams the earth.
He bears immortality
With the tip of his fingers,
Granting at will to preserve his cause.
He speaks the bitter truth
And embraces nature
Cos within it lies
The sincerity of creation.
So skilled in his art
His fine craftsmanship,
Posing not just a poet
But an artist as well.
So much to learn
And much to envisage
From an aged treasure house
Of what the poet knows.
Seeking pleasure in external bliss
Identifying themselves to illusive truths
Gadgets have become their life force toys
Narcissism consuming their languid souls
Obsessed on which facade to portray
Flaws masked by a virtual display
Trust abhorred by domineering machines
Hiding behind speculative screens
Engaging in idle, futile conversations
Triumphant to lonely trophies consolations
Indifferent to who’s riding on the same train
Microchips supplanted in a lazy brain
Enslaved, oppressed by the ruling social media
Sad and shocking, this new version of encyclopaedia
3rd PLACE
Sign of the times-Acrostic poem
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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : XXXVII - XXXVIII
XXXVII
If ever I had a country
And if ever by some magic I were the Minister of Housing Development
I'd make it my life-long mission by swearing upon it as a Holy Sacrement
To rush to the rescue of every poor defenceless and distraught old tenant
At the mercy of villainous old women pests who run or administer housing tenements
With beaks claws sharp canines of vultures hyenas who suck vampirically emoluments
That is, if ever I were by some magic the Minister of Housing Development
And even if I never ever had in Gaie Paree no country
XXXVIII
If ever I had a country
And if ever by some magic I were the Housing Development Secretary
I'd ordain ripped from every thesaurus encyclopaedia and dictionary
Words which denote or connote that special breed of vilely hissing spying bodies
Concierge Housekeeper Portero Janitor and all such idiotic parasitic discrepancies
And free the sleepless care-worn tenement city populations from these harpies
That is, if ever by some magic I were the Housing Development Secretary
And even if in Gaie Paree I never ever had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 26, 2018
Sundar Pichai-CEO of Google.
Satya Nadella-Chairman and CEO of Microsoft.
Arvind Krishna-Chairman and CEO of IBM.
Shantanu Narayen-President, Chairman and CEO of Adobe.
Ayapal Singh Banga-Chairman and CEO of MasterCard.
Parag Agarwal-CEO of Twitter.
Sandeep Kataria- CEO of Bata.
Pratyush Kumar-Vice-president of Boeing head of F-16 programme.
Jayshree Ullal-President and CEO of Arista Networks.
Nikesh Arora-current Chairman and CEO of Palo Alto Networks.
Indra Nooyi-former Chairperson and CEO of Pepsi.
Ajay Vashee-CFO of Dropbox.
Raj Subramaniam-President and COO of FedEx
Shailesh Jejurikar-COO of Procter and Gamble.
Dhivya Suryadevara-Chief Financial Officer of Stripe.
Anand Sanwal-CEO of CB Insights.
Gita Gopinath-Chief Economist and Deputy Managing Director of IMF.
Prabir Adarkar-CFO of DoorDash.
Punit Renjen-CEO of Deloitte.
Akash Palkhiwala-CFO of Qualcomm.
Amrita Ahuja-CFO of Square.
Karthik Krishnan-CEO of Britannica Encyclopaedia.
Ajit Jain-Vice-Chairman of Insurance Division of Berkshire Hathaway.
Rajeev Badyal-President of Kuiper Systems.
Vasanth Prabhu-Vice-Chairman and CFO of Visa..
Yuvraj Narayan-CFO of DP World.
Amit Jain-CEO of Emaar Properties which constructed Burj Khalifa.
Rajeev Suri-Former CEO of Nokia.
Rajeev Misra-CEO of SoftBank Vision Fund.
Piyush Gupta-CEO of DBS Bank.
The power to question is the basis of all human progress.Gandhi.
The hophead at the
Music festival next to me
Yells out the instruction
"Everybody shrink!"
The lead singer holds parallel
To the audience an elongated
Truncheon with a dishwashing
Glove on the end of it
A manakin dummy is tossed
Into the congregation and
It crowdsurfs it's way back
Tossed out the exit
'Insistent savagery'
The 1956 edition
Of Encyclopaedia Britannica
Describes rock 'n' roll
Seagull Screaming Kiss Her Kiss Her
Mass of the Fermenting Dregs
Abingdon Boys School
North Korea Loves John Kerry
Cutlery
The Bad Swedes
Deathwasps Stinging My Brain
I Am the Hottest Part of Hell
It's exhausting picking
A band name
Encyclopaedia Of The World
While excavating information
One website lead to another
And Whoa! I found Poetry Soup
Curiosity led me to register my name
I sent my first shweet verse for a competition
I sent some more for further competitions
A fortnight later I received congratulatory notes
For my placement in the competition
It created a world where I could be identified
Tears rolled down at the recognition by poetry lovers
Living across this huge globe but brought together
By a website of soupers sipping every soup
While connoisseurs evaluate their taste
More congratulatory notes over the next four months
It taught me the value and worth of each souper
We read different hearts and souls
At times unknowingly in a desire for friendship
Some get irked some misunderstand whereas
Some simply love and admire the emotions
Of people living in different continents and
Give their advice, mentor them, correct their flaws and
Continue being their silent guiding light
Filaments of nature and attitudes to life
Become the encyclopaedias of the world in Poetry Soup
December 29, 2015
Contest: Why Are You Here At Poetry Soup
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
I
Since Martin Luther
It's rather simple
Only One Savior
Not Mother, Angel,
W. Branham or Joanna Southcott!
Sins antidote: Jesus's Blood
II
Born in 1750, Southcott
At 64 claimed pregnancy
With Messiah "Shiloh"
This "Panacea" christianity
Led to her death: delusion
Even claiming 144,000 only
Was the number to be saved
From Earth? Heresy is recycled, sadly!
But not plastic & polluting rubbish
Especially in my South Africa
NOTE: since Luther, a simple equation can help Christians, fur Jesus needs help from NO M/OTHER, angel, or false Messiahs (some 40 in Jewish Encyclopaedia):
Jesus + 0 = Salvation
Note 2: if your "Jesus" needs help from any other force, that Jesus is not God, so worship that superior force, & God is merciful (if/when we truly don't know better). Shalom shalom Blessings
Tell me, not to break the rules
The things I'm not supposed to do
The words I'm not supposed to say
The dreams I'm forbidden to dream
The scream's I'm dumb to scream
The tears I'm heartless to cry
The life that this is hard to die
The world that I live in today
Is it really round or is a flat world
I've got wings, a pair of them
I can't fly though
I don’t have wings when I'm dreaming
But I fly like and eagle somewhere,
May be the sky
I may not be a great man
But I to have a dream
A dream
Now I'm in an ocean
I'm in full state of my mind
I know that I can't swim
But something inside me tells me
You shouldn’t even if you knew how to
There's something running against my feet
A fish of some type I guess
I don’t know what species that is
I even doubt the species that we are
In fact I completely forgot who I am
I look up in the encyclopaedia
It read '*****sapiens sapiens'
What does that mean to me now?
A tide blew me into the sand
And away from the encyclopaedic research of mine
A Vice You Love
Barely quarter of a year ago
While surfing the net I came across
Poetry Soup, and it has changed my life
Wings of miles away from its headquarters
When I wake I sip it with my bed tea
Before retiring I take it as my sleeping pill
It rolls on my lashes when I sleep
It has become my sweet addiction
Daily it engineers my itinerary of platonic travel
At every step the routes are charted out
An encyclopaedia into quilling emotions
It lights my thoughts into a thousand volts
NINTH
November 22, 2015
Contest: A Vice You Love
Sponsor: Rob Carmack