Best Fixe Poems
Flip flops and straw hat adorn him, beach wear suits him nicely
Kind is he to her as he scoops into a bucket measuring precisely
Casted are his piteous passions in sunstruck warm sands
Gently shaping and capturing her likeness, she is in skilled hands
Stooping over chin to knee he bares bronze shoulders glimmering
Her features delicate, her hair etched in his mind flowing, shimmering
An energy is sensed as sand and water caress through his fingers
Behold if only Aphrodite answers his prayer, he pauses and lingers
Recollection clears a birth, breath of life be given this inanimate object
A saintly face faintly appears, he’s fallen in love with his imminent project
Sculpting feminine curves slowly surfacing, an hourglass figure shaped
An alluring amazon controls his very soul, an apotheosis angel draped
Belief in a statue which comes to life, vehemently pangs the phenomenon
Alas the last touches fini, fervently he unveils his seaside Pygmalion
And without further ado, emerging from the ivory sand, he prizes
An obsession his idée fixe at the edge of the pier, a sand goddess arises
Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...
Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while this fat
tend plot of Earthen surveyed terrain
situated over scat
herd modest suburban tract,
(actually yours truly some watt
urbanely sprawled out) at
Latitude: 40.2538 Longitude: 75.4590,
where I sit pat
and think to write
about some reading material flat
touring my "FAKE" status
as king of agitprop for chat
hurrying class gussied up with
artistically crafted rat
tilly done up snazzy razz mutt tazz
(approved by Willard), this expat
lapsed Peterson harried tailored script,
asper previous peculiar
swiftly styled idée fixe
literary unnecessary, rat
tickly tawdry superfluity)
interspersed with dollops of splat
hard logophile, nonetheless gentle
on the eyes, yet feeling totally flat
and devoid of meaning, and quite
convincingly desperate idea this pratt
tilling far amore in the dell doth
expatiate, expound expressively, gnat
cheerily witty, (i.e. hint- please
pretend these humph fat
tickle lee meandering, rambling,
and warbling words) taxing
on mental faculty as bat
tan gruelling death march
physically, when circa
April 1942 Japanese forced
76,000 captured Filipinos,
and Americans Allied
soldiers to march about 80 miles across
Bataan Peninsula (province
in Philippines), where they died
enroute to...during World War II
on island of Luzon, espied
as a spiritual sanctuary hosted
by a knowledgeable tour guide
named Matthew Scott hood dons
genuine (musty smelling)
Tory wig to hide
as an alien alias (from the outer limits
of the twilight zone) incognito
even to himself, and especially the bride
of Frankenstein, who evinces a strong crush
toward said nondescript gentrified
vested gentry groundless thinker with pride
though, dirt poor (at least on the surface),
but deep down rich with
Schwenksville well watered
history harkening back to 1684,
when hoodwinked, jilted and lied
Lenni-Lenape Indians got fleeced
then taken for a ride
this land ceded to (stolen from) William Penn
nestled along the Perkiomen Creek.
Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private 5 Homage to Humphrey Jennings by T. Wignesan
for Elaine Randell
à quoi sert le talent
si l’aire la mer et la terre
pollués les eaux coulent passant un peuple
qui n’a pas
l’intention de vivre
la-bas où la pelouse
est enlevée afin de libérer d’espace
pour un homme pour qu’il augmente
son espace pendant la période
de la guerre Les feus furent allumés
un travail par un homme dans une génération livrée
au loisir sans ressentir la culpabilité:
la façon qu’ils menèrent leur vie
c'est comme ça que la revolution
commence: la pollution alors
n'aviez pas d’origine
dans leur têtes:
ils se livraient à la peinture à la rame aux chansons
réalisaient des films pour le bureau central de la Poste:
une personne parmi eux entreprit une direction
en s’observant le geste
arrêté en mouvance arrêté
en se tournant sur lui même lequel devient un talent
des hommes et des femmes dans
l'aire la mer et la terre devenus
un gros danger pour la vie à cause des armes
l'exactitude contre l’exactitude
pour la survie voulue:
l’insanité arrive
avec la marée haute et basse
les ruisseaux qui coulent
loins à l’intérieur resistant
l'exploitation de cette grotesque
minérale conquise
la lune comme un homme
autrefois plongée dans des eaux
pour le choral blanc
dans des sables dorés
nageait dans une trance
le long d’un lit de la mer:
puis les hommes du parage
m'avait dit que cet endroit de la mer
fut choisi par les requins pour reproduire
venus d’autres lointaines mers
aux eaux peu profondes
où ils circulaient autour d’eux-même en amoureux:
à quoi bon
d'expérimenter ce frémissement
Involontaire
pendant qu’on fixe les yeux sur l’eau limpide:
ne pas penser
de soi-même
sans un besoin exigeant
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Something is coming in my mind now.
I think about the destruction of Iraq
And some iraqis Innocently
by some arrogant politicians
who could not find
weapons of mass destruction
which they suspected in that country
And they could not think to repair the lives
And a lot of things destroyed in the wars
Which they created.
The state president was hanged publicly
Because of some lies and jealous of his
few colleagues who hate the development of others
Some iraqis took refuge to where their problems
came from to heal and prepare future revenges.
they are silently angered like bombs
which are ready to explode soon.
Now, they have some good positions
in the governments of these countries
waiting for the days to start some bombardments.
As some people don't want to destroy injustice
in the World at this early moment...
Will they stand some attacks from inside
and outside?
Answer is " no
and no."
The more some oppressors continue oppressions,
The more victims infiltrating among them
to hit their heads
seriously.
It will be late to fixe the problems
When some people will start singing ,
the first shall be the last
and the last shall be the first."
This is not a prophecy
But It is a reality.
Some big thinkers
Can think of it daily.
It is an open alarm
That sounds loudly.
July 5th 2023
Translation of Eric Mottram’s The Cat Sat on the Mat, La chatte s’est assise sur la natte by T. Wignesan
(Unless I’m sorely mistaken, this’s EM’s first published poem: Poetry Magazine/Poetry Foundation, Chicago, February 1959, pp. 306-307.)
La chatte s’est assise sur la natte
Assise sur ses hanches de la souche de vin elle
Evoque la loi de trépied
Et elle lance son quatrième jambe
En la direction des parasites
La partie supérieur de son cou blanc: un habile
Petit coup obsessionnel de ses muscles fins
Le soleil se palisse. Des plats nuages font tourner
La voile brumeuse sous le ciel.
A la limite maniaque du pivot
De sa vibrante crise sans fin
De son grattement elle s’arrête et fixe son regarde
De ses paires d’étangs du sens aux teints vertes
Elle s’est enfermée en rejetant
Mon sens d’empathie pour son état de dépression.
Des marées précoces de la panique
Ravagent mes pores et secouent
Ma langue fatale pendant qu’elle
Reste tout bien protégée. Etendue à l’extrême
Dans des toiles tropiques hautaines de nerfs
Des grosses images se sont assises les jambes croisées
A l’intérieur de son crâne outré et absurde .
Une rose blanche ne peut pas croire
Que, moi, je l’ai vu désintégrer.
Des lianes s’adhèrent dans son coeur,
L’impulsion se montre sans même une parole.
Sa jambe obsessionnelle s’est sauté dès son coeur
Et le mythe silencieux en forme de bec
De son amour s’apparaît en se remontrant
Prenant entièrement pour proie le nez et l’aine
L’isotype* de Venus dans son sang.
(Note: * probably an error for “isotope”. )
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
don't even think about it
a bucket of motel ice in the face
proving the thing in itself does not exist
because he registered all the meanings all the time
with a nausea so profound
the retching never ended
rearranging all my proteins
in a hypnotic anarexo-bulemic frenzy
I marched to the beat of crawling flesh
an x-rated dermatologist tattooed Celtic blue
in an idiot ritual purification
couldn't find a long-haired dog for winter
settled for an inferno of intrigue and dissipation
in a tin shack at the edge of an endless swamp
it wasn't serenity that's a rock solid fact
the horse hairs stung across his butt
Mistress Cheetah grabbed the microphone
she had saved him from pointlessness in the past
weaving many paths upon his terrain
in a fairy tale about fairy tales
fear swept the land as a craving for snacks
the ones who get no peace rose in rebellion
ridden by that cancer of abuse
the great canon that we are but animals
the Brahmins and their bullies faced extinction
so they cut a deal to escape the cro magnon hordes
coldly calculating the cost to nations
in a curious mix of apoplexy and daring
trying to duplicate the distortions of time
a grandiose epic on the nature of Nature
and the desert of human intellect
clanked and hummed into bloom
an infectious enthusiasm swept the palisades
curing the sick and raising the dead
bypassing the humiliation of needing to lie
now if that doesn't please your ghost
here's something that will
I'll give you the formula now
in a dance of erupting minutae
if the West is decadently feudal
the East is feudaly decadent
this is my message to Earth
multiply yourself by yourself
and avoid counterfeit soothsayers
like you avoid a broken pin ball flipper
in a sea of hard financial assets
some of the angels are stuffed dolls
and confabulate without knowing it
where everyone is a game piece
tell me what is not measured
like wild geese honking through the night
part of a vast migration of souls
with the moon low and full
in a time of riches and knowing
in a teasing ****** of ignorance
in a power surge that spiked through the wires
the closer to the pillar you stood
the more transparent it all became
end of transmission
its a fixe get away quick
its a fact its about crack
step back
it will only make you wack
before your in a sack
stop
CRACK IS WACK
its a taste
don't go to waste
its goal
and its soul
food from the old
you will reload
its good
well under stood
its how its fixe
GRIT BACON AND BUSTIC
this is breakfast treat
to eat
it make you beat
gets underneath
just heat
put it in and grim
and boil no oil
thats how its fixe
i eat a lot hot
BACON EGGS AND GRITS
Friendships sometimes do takeofff
Remaining friends from year to year
Influenced by love’s stimulI
Ever changes each the other’s life.
Never far away they’ll remainn
Devoted, with your problems fixed,
Survive, remain forever friends.
your lips have a gloss
glad your my boss
you i'll never toss
your lips are hip
here's the tip
i like the way theyer fixe
love
YOUR LIP STICK
He was known for a puzzling idée fixe
for literature in an array of topics;
Not a citizen of particular themes.
Given to a pursuit of this literary ENTERPRISE,
he would hermit away and ravenously read,
which left him with a pale VISAGE.
He'd dealt with comments of its PERNICIOUS effects,
putting a BLEMISH on his social standing.
Yet, it didn't DAMPEN his spirit.
He didn't shy from upgrading to a learned man.
A mixture of books granted him entrance to
TRAVERSE an ever transforming road,
for which weather had no dampener on.
He was a SENTRY of his own mind,
following the ASTRAL bodies in the night sky,
to channel knowledge into dreams.
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8 Word Challenge: DAMPEN, BLEMISH, PERNICIOUS, TRAVERSE, SENTRY, VISAGE, ASTRAL, ENTERPRISE
some say it
don't know this
he excist
our lives or fixe
because of him
he's over all of them
some bad some good
did the best they could
it s be very hard
WE'RE ALL CHILD OF GOD
some don't like it
they should quit
its well fixe
can't be stop its to hot
i do it a lot
it make me grim and grim
SEX IS IN
when your sick
they try to fixe
you have needs
theyer your love seeds
be glad don't be mad
you got mom and dad
theyer not fanta
there gifts not a stiff
theyer
ALL YEAR SANTA