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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 24

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 24

Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace
And in private plot the ruin spurn another’s faith
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece

Zoroastrians Zen-Buddhists Jains Taoists
Do they seek to adorn other faiths in wreath
Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace

Declare there’s just ONE GOD when put in tight squeeze
Why then cling on for life on one’s own blind faith
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece

No believer conditioned by birth will release
Supremacy of his another’s not to loath
Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace

Look How religions flourish in locked inland seas
Once kings renounce or conquerors ram down faith
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece

And think why the ONLY GOD does not want peace
The Creator sets the ground rules in good faith
Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015


Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015


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Games

How much longer do I keep playing games?
I thought this was over and done.
I'm not sure I can keep this going
I know I should have cut and run.

I seem to have gotten a little confused
the ground rules seem unclear.
I'm not sure I know what I want
or where I go from here.

I say my prayers for some clarity
in the hope I can see some sense
I try to make decisions
no more sitting on the fence.

It's one thing knowing what must be done
it's another to want to start
but going round in circles
wrecks havoc with mind and heart.

I just hope the light goes on
so I can clearly see my way
but something seems to pull me back
and this game again I play



Copyright © Emma Mantle | Year Posted 2011


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Okay... Let's Talk

You are pushing me too far, now we've passed the line,
We ain't coming back, that's a fact..  now it's time,
To lay down some ground-rules on you fools, because I'm,
Fed up..  so shut up!  Or get cut up with my rhymes!

If you're gonna pass this test, then you have to be the best,
You'll get sucked in, shredded up, then spat out as a mess,
Are you possessed or just stressed?  Just confess, you're like the rest,
See me shaking and quaking, as you fake a conquest.

You're a little behind,  with your big front,
I'll lash you with my tounge, if you wanna confront,
Try a stunt like that, I'll be forced to come and hunt,
Got you right in my sights, I'm alight, and I'll be blunt.

You wanna take it from me, you are not steel,
You slip and slide from my grip, like a smelly jellied eel,
I want to make a deal, but you flake and peal,
You fade before my eyes, because you never keep it real.

You're living in a dream, now it's seeming to me,
Like your nightmare's coming true, no longer fantasy,
Nothing you can do, your legs are rooted like a tree,
Now I'll open up your mind, and I'll set your brains free!

I'm a peaceful man, so okay..  let's talk,
I'll chalk it on the board, bottle it up and seal the cork,
Remember these words, and replay them as you walk,
You're in a world of giants.. go back down your beanstalk!

When my back's turned, If I feel your eyes burning,
I'll come straight back and we'll see if you are learning,
My soul is yearning, to write rhymes and be earning,
You're wasting my time, these things are really not concerning.

Now I've put on my show..  I will let you suckers go,
Smoke it over in your heads, but be hitting it slow,
Or I'll mow you all down, with my automatic tounge,
Then kick your butt with my Kung-fu, so RUN!


Copyright © Craig Watson | Year Posted 2010


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Brendan ain't Able

Brendan ain’t ‘Able’

The teacher preached that we are all ‘different but similar and 
                                     love should prevail’ as the ruler came down in seven lashes
on the bare bottom in mathematical precision and so the pattern
                             was formed in bright red strikes and strides for creativity shelled

Two canes plus three canes had equalled one cane for Brendan lost in 
                            the world of artistry fantasy mild mellowed dreams anticipation of 
cruelty abandoned for a more equal world of compassion and kindness
                        Diversity does not mean we all have to die by the hand of the sword

But the ground rules were laid the nucleus centred the core enshrined
                        on the altar of learning of fear and conditioning the human condition
Surely Cain had been forgiven while Brendan was not just so able
                    What a premise to believe all need to be governed by rules and by fear

Brendan himself became governor received medals and glory on the
                          killing fields of purple hearts while his rainbow receded smouldered
in ashes and blood scripted the fiction that wars must be waged on
                            others infidels and the weak and the meek who simply don’t learn

Anarchy has been misunderstood for the chaos projected bedevilled 
                         by the teachers and soldiers whose bayonet is the ruler the wooden
spoon for the worst form of governance inflicted by the concept that
                 we as the people and People could never know best are derided as sheep

Who says it is utopia that we cannot govern ourselves one step at the time
                     inch by inch like the face on the weapon that had patterned his cheeks
‘Rule thyself not thy neighbour’ let us stand up and rebel oppose the
                      dominion of dominant forces overthrow the rule and the ruler and live

10th March 2017


Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2017


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Choreography's Turkish Delight

Choreography’s Turkish Delight

On sediment at the bottom of the cup of societies 
   drags of dis-enfranchised masses are waiting for a
trickle from the leaks of luxury founded on coffee 
   planted on wealthy soil and pittances from labour

Reading the ground rules from a chalice turned
   upside down and upright once more the fortune
told and retold providence destined is unchanged
   its café royal remains a future chained to the past

The coffee knows what lies ahead no clairvoyance no
   Tarot palm lines crystal balls psychic power needed
on the menu of the human condition's commandments
   suspended the puppet master is still written in the stars

Strings attached Jo and Joan will always feed on scraps
   and they are strung to grinding bones and soul to the
core while exuding aroma of sweat blood and tears so
   that porcelain sheltered charm infuses delight for the few

In hypocritical slurps I write to the tune of my coffee and
   choreography remains until the revolution comes in vain



Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2017


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Echoes from the Grave

Some one out there please help me.
This is not real for I am only sixteen this can’t be.
The nightmare began on a beautiful summer day.
I pleaded and begged until I got my way.
A white lie was told.
Helping friends move a truck to unload.
They gave me the ground rules.
I walked away thinking they were the fools.
Riding around in the car as a passenger feeling so proud.
We were all talking, laughing and the music playing so loud.
Some of us were smoking and drinking just a few.
Everyone started acting goofy as teenagers do.
All of once the crash happened before we knew.
There were screams heard, people and objects flew.
Everything is dark I can’t see.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t breathe
Their words echoes, the doctors said I died.
My loved ones I heard them all cry.
It was just a little white lie, to have a little bit of fun you know.
Everything is pitch black, where did everyone go?
Please I beg of you help me make this nightmare end.
Forgive me it was a lie to spend time with friends.
Wait, wait don’t leave me.
I am not dead; I am only sixteen this can’t be.



Copyright © Sandra Larkins | Year Posted 2006


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Tabula Rasa

Setting ground rules
Mind tabulates
Sorting rocks from emeralds
One day the sky breaks-
Tabula rasa!


Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2011


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Life's Great Loss Twice

My mum was my greatest friend
stuck by me through thick and thin
in my late 20s, she passed away
this knocked me right on my chin

She left ground rules for me
to live by so my eyes to see

18 months later the love of my life
Jean took flight to heaven above
married bliss for a sweet 10 months
now single again life can be tough

In those times the Lord touched my soul
drew me to Himself made me whole

(The loss of my mother and my first wife Jean within space of 18 months in 1981/82 was mighty hard at the time but the good Lord brought me through and in looking back be grateful for His grace and mercy to me. I've now been very happily married to Christine for 28 years.)


Copyright © Gordon McConnell | Year Posted 2018