Best Nouveau Poems
On the coals,mutton stew and
fresh pitta bread rolls;
the wedding was just lacking
red wine from the vine-
a word from a king
and all was
fine !
Full story of this vignette at John 2:1-11
Franglais
to anglais,
le modern style-
dazzled,sparkled bright for
a while
She hails from the planet of elegance.
Stepping her tender footsteps to earth, a mesmeric
rendezvous where sun, crystal blue sea and golden sky
meets.
She walks on water to make her way...
So sophisticated so fabulous. She walks gently on
clouds showering definition of grace....
Ooh this lavishness is stunning.
The way she adores the black is like art nouveau
, like a lyrics of perfection, so shrill.... So euphoric..
So tender.. So eloquent.. With elation.
She is the ambassador of hope, life, wisdom.
Refinement and pride embedded with charm
and wonder. It's her awe-inspiring, breathtaking
and sizzling presence.
Her presence like a diamond in the crown..
Her absence like darkness in the dawn.
Is that I do not like gargoyles staring at me
Or dragons or lions perched above me
As if I will become something to eat
Any second now I am so happy
Every second now to live in America
Where I stare at white walls
Grateful I am not known as part of the food chain
However vegetarianism started
However I admire vegan
I gave up trying to understand and find
My own power animal
Reasoning I must not like art nouveau,
I am on my way to becoming
Exclusively a cubist implant!
NOUVEAU
Let's evaluate this word.
I could not sleep much last night,
so I laid awake thinking about my
tenacity in writing.
I think that my need to write is
like having a monkey on my back.
To congregate verbs, adjectives,etc,
is my cocaine.
The only determent from my obsession
is my comment to be respondent to
sometime grievous moments in my life.
However, like the sun vanishes the night,
and the night drowns the sun, these
horrific moments in life do past, and
the birth from consistency is inconsistency.
I collectively gather up those few peaceful
moments in between and melt away into
my encephalon and create with no real
worries of someone liking what I write,
but , it is always nice to know that they do.
Written 2013. Posted on Facebook
Le Vrai et Nouveau Hymne National – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « The New True Anthem » by T. Wignesan
En dépit de ce que Dorothea a dit
sur le sujet de la terre brûlée au soleil
vous ne l’aviez vraiment jamais aimé
ni essayé de lui rendre plus précieuse
vous polluez toutes les rivières
et répandez des détritus sur chaque chaussée
votre graffiti d’une telle barbarie
défigurent la scène où des grands arbres poussent
les plages et les montagnes
sont couverts par votre honte
l’injustice sévit sans restriction
malgré votre insistance sur votre renommé
les fleuves pollués alourdis de boue
sont cachés derrière des barricades afin
que des voyageurs et des assoiffés ne soient pas au courant
où des sabots d’étrangers ne les piétinent
votre âme dominée par la tyrannie
et que vous êtes aveuglée ne voyant pas votre propre image
votre manque de pitié et vos manières grossières
aujourd’hui la marque de distinction de votre peuple
Australie O ! Australie
vous aurait pu s’ériger en un pays fier et libre
nous pleurons en étant angoissés et amers
en raison de votre haine et votre tyrannie
les corps brûlés des noirs se tordant dans des convulsions
- humanité enchaînée –
vol de terrain et d’assassinats raciaux
vous vantez de vos gains
en copeau et en uranium
la mort angoissée que vous répandez
laissera les enfants de ce pays
un héritage mort
Australie O ! Australie
vous auriez pu s’ériger en un pays fier et libre
nous pleurons en étant angoissés et amers
en raison de votre haine et votre tyrannie
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
enduring
texture&tones
cleave
grapple
& scatter upon
the canvas-
fluid
perspectives
create
atmosperic
flights of fancy..
enthuse,spawn
then trespass within-
lavishing loving
residues
free flowing
organics
encapsulated
Inspired by the Contest
"For Newer Poets..........."
Yes, I'm new to poetry
Can't you tell it by my face
My eyes are bright, my skin is soft
Ok, I'm fifty eight
But, I haven't been writing
All those years I've been alive
Ok, there was that one rhyme
I penned when I was five
But that really shouldn't matter
It wasn't meant, for public eyes
Ok, I admit it,
I was awarded, Second Prize
SYNOETIC NOUVEAU
misreflect moving introspect
factualize flamboyancy
in radical fanaticism
a gaudy malady
of catastrophic
opulence
beauteous summaries blush
nontoxic pure embolic
stencilling set lustrations
a nubile Nirvana
of candy essence
affluence
fantastical floatation’s drift
bulldozing stagnant brains
decomposing in doubt
radical rare rhapsody
of loves chastised
lavishness
© Kim van Breda
In his new shop'La Maison de l'art nouveau
On display,paintings,sculpture & design-
All of the contemporary kind
Tribute to Samuel Bing from whose shop the term Art Nouveau derives.
flights of fancy
enthuse,spawn
then trespass within
Hello--My good son Wisp; Hello~
You are such a handsome fellow
And your manner is quite mellow
Watching Willow dressed in yellow:
As the musician plays the cello,
To its tunes, you both gently sway --
And crooners began to bellow
Hello--My good son Wisp~ Hello
You are such a lucky fellow
Smoothly prancing with her that way
Swing and sway with your young Willow
As emerald dreams your pillow, sprays
Genteel laughter teases your marrow
Promises made for the next day,
When true love shall have its own way
You are such a handsome fellow
Lift away sweet Willows sorrows…
A1-A2-b-a-b-a-A1, a-a-b-a-b-a-A2, a-b-A2-A1.
ART NOUVEAU
new fad
be glad
The kids today have a lot more responsibility,
therefore, some are quite precocious before they are
three,
They refuse to be told what to wear, and have an affinity
for designer gear,
The young ones are quite competent in taking care
of themselves, because their parents are working
harder than ever,
The children have learnt to be streetwise and clever,
Many are latch key babies surviving on their own,
trained in linear directions until they get home,
Only Jesus and the angels know how they fare,
because there are demons lurking everywhere,
Frightened and apprehensive they trudge through their
daily lives, pretending to be all grown up, while the fear
illuminates their eyes,
It's a rough existence for these nouveau kids of the millenium,
so many ogres to run from,
Molesters, Druggers and poisonous substances,
even the games they play to occupy their time, are filled with toxins
and cadmium to destroy their minds.......