Best Proprietors Poems
COUNTRY STREAM
Gentle flow and sky blue
With a thatch hut reflected
See a multitude of ducks
And they as good as proprietors
Oh the simple wash of it all
Lazy carefree movement
A country pair stand down stream
Content apparently to do nothing
I would not disturb
My pounding heart though goes where
the stream makes its turn
Where it narrows darkens fades
Where it finds downhill and goes wild!
Dave Austin
The end of another day
came to the Ravelston Estate,
and the workers were again
making their way back from the fields.
And in keeping with the hour,
Lord Andrew and cousin Carla
lied ever so very tired
on two overly stuffed divans.
But we shall not assume
those two eminent proprietors
were in any way afar
from the earth and people
who create their abundant wealth.
They now lied in a small island,
an enclosed and luscious little garden
which was at its most pleasant
at the end of summer days.
Twas the night before Christmas I went shopping suits,
As shoes looked rat-eaten, needed also warm boots;
Sales girls, in malls displayed suits in variety,
Blown up cost and lean purse grew my anxiety...!
Malls are looters, I thought, like the fox and sour-grapes,
Have proprietors, owing greed, have become apes?
In cool colors and satiny shine they sell soul,
Counting cash at the cost of the poor is their goal...!
Textile showrooms, as less showy, could be better,
They might not put me a perpetual debtor;
Varieties, there could be more, in cost less,
After all, to grace all seasons I need good dress...!
American Giant; Peter England; Rouje;
All internationals seemed like dagger and gouge;
Fashions so funny; rough and gunny; yet the cost,
Summing my few notes repeatedly, I was lost...!
Settling to try local stores, I slowly walked,
Shops were numerous like swarms serially stocked;
Each had limits in my sight; in brand or in grant,
Grade low if price less and vice versa if looked grand...!
Some smiled; some giggled; some, like friends made me convinced;
Some, like hooker-women luring actions evinced;
All these shops and show-rooms, as I narrate, not bad,
Within, I know, lack of notes is what made me sad...!
Street textile vendors will help me out, I believed,
By such sure sincere folks I will not be deceived;
With such thoughts, like an athlete I ran to each street,
Challenges like pain and perspiration, I did beat...!
You are late - they said, they pack up by twelve at night,
On Christmas they feast; though fiscally they are tight;
I went back thinking of suits within my wardrobe,
Though they have many holes, they are best in whole globe...!
25 November 2022
The Night Before 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Limerick crochetes : Once a Bull-Frog of a French Syndic
Part One
Once a Bull-Frog of a French Syndic
Croaked Janitress Porc-U-Pine music
She found much in common
With Janitress-Husband
They sucked Co-Proprietors' Council sick
Now Janitress had much lard to spare
Front back cheeks belly thighs but spare hair
So Bull-Frog humped her back
To keep her hair intact
Bull-Frog ate Porc-U-Pine falling hair
Now Co-Proprietors' presidents
Saved lots of hair-wilting rodents
Pipes stuffed with hairs pubic
Made proprietors sick
Porc-U-Pine made pubic wig from rodents
Yet Porc-U-Pine wailed all day and night
" How am I to keep flying my kite ?
Flying saucers see nought
On my scalp lives no thought ! "
Appealed to Town Hall Caïd for more might
" Porc-U-Pine, Dear, your sting I like best !
Can you this Injun now put to rest ? "
" Yes, Sir ! You know how well
Your words make my lard swell !
I'll put this Ol' Bum on acid test ! "
" I'll ask Syndic Bull-Frog to puff hard
Through his WC pipe under board
I'll stuff hoards of pubic hair
Plus more from rodents' lair
To force Ol' Bum to swim in building's turd ! "
" Now, My Darling Porc-U-Pine ! How nice
To know you and I share the same vice
Ask Mason Brother Police
To salute you, as-you-please
Kiss your cheeks up or under likewise ! "
Bull-Frog croaked : " She's under my orders !
No way I'll be made to suckle udders !
Tell the Lord President
I'm thick as she's cement
Nothing less than top Republic's honours ! "
© T. Wignesan - Paris, December 18, 2018
The Spice Up Your Life Market is quite well hidden
no need to follow the arrow if you just listen
and follow the Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme tune
the proprietors favorite song that fills his market room
The irony is most folks want to go to this market to improve their love lives
and are flabbergasted when they step into a room full of spice
a sign above the door saying "we're spicy but not pricey!"
the customer feigns interest and purchases cinnamon and nutmeg wisely
The proprietor know's this goes on all the time
thank's to his misleading double entendre sign
the wife or girlfriend expecting a sexy gift they can wear in bed
instead they smell like the spices after baking many pies and breads
3-15-18
We stage a dazing drama
Impetuously unfolding with scenes
Spelled by our minds and moods
Where all things happen
With the scripts discarded
We watch keenly a curious comedy
Everyone scheming for greased palms
Gone...when the rules were without exceptions
When shady kingpins bow to Justicia
And their sizzling sleaze unraveled
Now justicia sick of sightlessness
And has sold herself for Greek gifts
For the nuts of political juggernauts
We see strange scenes
Consciences sold out for their bellies
Easily welshing on their ideals
Mooching to munch around god-fathers
Who at pleasure push them around like pointless pawns
And who are they not to play their proprietors' tunes
Or dance to their rhythm?
We stage a tangled tale
A show of shame
Mindlessly becoming butts of jokes
Before our curious children
And validating ourselves with laughable excuses
WHAT ANNOYS YOU?
Downstairs neighbor, whose rabbits eat most of my marigold
And a good deal of my lettuce and spinach too,
Even though I have often, calmy and collectedly, told
Him to try to keep control of his livestock or he will rue.
Other neighbors fixing their floors in the apartment above me
And they don’t seem to realize that the a.m. is quarter to two;
Or allowing their dog to howl all night cos he wants to pee.
People with big dogs who say don’t worry he won’t touch you
When what they really mean is that he won’t touch them.
Women pushing buggies filled with dog-ugly babies,
Who insist on telling me how cute they are, while I hem
And haw, and feel like asking if their dogs have rabies.
Café proprietors with flies feeling free to buzz the sandwich tray
And exlore the rim of each cup before it gets used by me:
And then these proprietors expect me to smile and pay -
When (ignoring food poisoning) I feel I should eat there for free.
Yes, I am patient, though people are annoying in so many ways;
While I am free of all aggressive or irritating habits -
As my wife will testify in the court in several days
When I will defend the fact that I killed the neighbour’s rabbits.
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Written for Natalie Fllikkema’s Contest “Cellphones in the sauna...What annoys YOU?”
Sincere effort they are always giving.
Those guys work hard for a living.
Good service is what their customers demand.
The proprietors wash all laundry by hand.
All of the whites will never look whiter.
Anything with color will never look brighter.
Since they came to this country,
They do their best at the
CHINESE LAUNDRY
IF ever I had a country : LII - LIII
" How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game "
Extracted from Bob Dylan's " Hurricane "
LII
IF ever I had by error stumbled upon a country
And if ever I were a resident in an area run by the son of a Mediterranean refugee
I'd say to this powder-puff Madame Tussaud clay-face sooner rather than later (t)his realm I'll flee to be free
For all the migrant force he currys favour with gratuitous doles from the common coffers fee
To turn them into replica models of his own wax-works jamboree
Will melt under the sun of his own exposure into insipid putrid curry
That is, if ever I were tortured to my dying day by this mis-leading son of a refugee
And even if I never ever had stumbled by error into no such country
LIII
If ever I had by error stumbled upon a country
And if ever I were subject to the Third Degree by the Maudit Son of a refugee
Who commands his grass-mowing corps to funnel exhaust fumes into my hovel square metres under thirty
Who provokes other Mediterranean mugs mitoyen-masons to stuff my abode with merde and pee
Who protects and pushes the Co-Proprietors' Council Administrator and Janitor-couple confrérerie
To keep me from getting even a night's sleep in twenty years from the migrant crowd cacaphonic battery
That is, even if I were about to die I'd say find yourself another wax-work victim who cannot repartee
And even if I never ever stumbled by error into no such country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, August 10, 2018
Duncan Hines
Long before homemade peach clobber
Just after apple pie and before fruit bowl in melon rind
Restaurateur Duncan Hines
Birth in 1880
His dad a confederate soldier
Mother died when he was 4
In his late teens attendance Bowling Green College
Later became a traveling salesman
For a Chicago salesman
Just doin fine
Duncan Hines
later, correlated compiled list turn to book
about locally neighboring restaurants around the country
a book called Adventures in good Eating
Hines wrote and cook mission completed
Ahh! more somethings to eat
Next was Duncan bread
With Durkee bakery proprietors
Later sold to Nebraska Consolidated
ConAgra, Omaha Nebraska
From bread to developing cake mixes
In the early sixties purchased by Proctor and Gamble
Mmm!! boy taste great
Let them eat cake
For a Chicago salesman
Just doin fine
Duncan Hines
At the time
Duncan Hines
12/06/17by James Edward Lee Sr.
Water - fall
An ocean of breathing
Indrawn to gather
Light sustaining
Swimming the patina of enchanted eyes
A myriad of scintillating bodies
Dancing
Permeating everything
Such colour forming in Day-Glo
Sunlight breaking
The night time beach of stars
Waves eternity into being
These proprietors of the heavens
Transmit informing messages sent deep into my soul
Sweeping green from leaf to expanse
In misted mountains stand echoing
My skins warmth embraces cool breeze
My heart transforming
Becomes a waterfall
To the dizzy height reaches
Asking me to
Let go
Let go
Let it go
Before a sky exulting the breadth of its sphere
Before the poignant branch which holds aloft
Everything created and encompassed in my eye
The permeating truth
Floods through blood
Races the pulse contained in my veins
I hear a single indrawn gasp
Of wonder
Sunset becomes dawn to another
As fire clouds bring their bastion of secrets
And kiss their blessing
To the open mouths of the Earth
And in my feet where my body sung
To a thrown back head and out flung arms
While the million drops
Beat out their rhythm
Of one
A sea of breath
Exhaled to discover
Life sustaining
Creating the pattern
Of eyes awakening
And their multitude of shining forms
Dancing
Whispering
I
We
You
And me
I am everything
School is a super market
the proprietor hires the premises
prepares parking yard for customers
pays exorbitantly in taxes
goods are labeled with prices
customers pick the affordable
no negotiated interactions
sales executives guide and monitor
guards check out security
ensuring no cheating
preventing any shop-lifting
rich clients eat from restaurants
the rest go hungry, thirsty
what customers carry home
is not the concern of proprietors
money must speak
merciless genocide
slaughter of native peoples
wrought with (super) wanton zeal
feeble ability to thwart
"discoverers" rapine wicked onslaught
merely ratcheted wrecked webbing
wrenched tribal unity,
violently rent asunder
vibrant indigenous linkedin weave
rendered sacred weltanschauung
decimated "noble savage"
woke wretched nightmare,
sans pock marked worsted weal
the Native American holocaust
shrouded in whitewashed veil
tragedy trampled truces
triggering tearful trail
scoped scattered remnant
snuffed out via surveil
futile sympathetic remonstrances,
viz rant and rail
hermetically sealed
dirty deeds done dirt
blunted, cheapened,
and deadened
lance armstrong to quail
most definitely coloring faces
of captive
American Indians deathly pale
into figurative coffin
got hammered
rusty nine inch nail
subpar critical population mass
for survival, plus storied "red man"
bereft of ample potent male
off limits to original proprietors
forced to hightail
happy hunting grounds o'er hill and dale
becoming desiccated bleached bones
devoid of awful, pitiful,
and sorrowful fait accompli
and roaming spirits
like banshees bewail
grievous shadow a blot doth cause me to ail!
Permaculture Design
is the opposite of Agriculture Resigned
to unacceptable short-term financial risks
and long-term health and nutrition disasters.
Permaculture Design
is a hybrid of Agriculturally resilient health-climates
and Landscape Architecture,
Design and Engineering
Planting and Harvesting economic cycles
to create not only beautifully interdependent properties
but also nutrition optimizing systems
for human proprietors, ZeroZones,
and also for healing exhausted soil
and water,
air quality
and fire management,
cooperative enlightenment
of ego/eco
left/right nondualistic
health/wealth systems,
Perpetual networks of nutritional
nurturing
nature-enspiriting
polypathic
and metaphoric
Golden Rule
and Golden Yin/Yang Ratio
double-binding non-zero sum emergent
polyculturing resilient outcomes.
As such,
Permaculture Design,
like Restorative Peace through EarthJustice,
invests in Elitist claims
for Truth/Beauty optimizing outcomes,
AND equally co-invests,
Left with cooperative Right-hemispheric,
in radically inclusive feeling-thoughts,
Win/Win experiences and bicameral aspirations
for optimal health/wealth-care outcomes
through compassionate ego/eco-therapeutic intention
for universally integral care-giving and EarthTribe-receiving
between individual proprietary creatures
and interdependent EarthHabitats,
seeking equivalent win/win NonZero-Sum CoPassions,
emergent, yet already integral
synergetically co-developing.
Permaculture Design experiential
prime relational
bilateral mathematic calculations
for Golden Health Ratio output
abstracts from Win-EliteYang /[OVER]
Lose-NonElite Yin
power analysis to grab hold of
NonElite-RightBrain Yin is co-operatively win/win integral awareness
through double-binding
co-arising relationships with
Elite-LeftBrain Yang,
So Yin=Yang
because YinSquared=Yang
(both Left and Right co-equal neurologically dia-logical consciousness)
as ZoneZero=ZoneOne within ZoneTwo within ZoneThree.,..
An interdependent
intersectional
poly-metaphoric Ego-EcoHabitat multiculturing history
Where and if and when
Permaculture Design brings healing neuro-psychological experience
of Left OneZone identity
co-arising Right integral cooperative individuation
for and of Earth's Win/Win
bilateral thought/felt
ZeroZone.
Images cascade before us
Strolling 'long memory lane
Lithe and supple were we back in those days
Before decades of stresses and strain
I jump high, pluck a leaf from a tree
You twirl about and fall into me
Shops seem so tiny and quaint
Proprietors honest, without taint
We stop at the drugstore for a soda
Seated high atop spin-around stools
Two straws but just one chocolate phosphate
~ Puppy lovers who play by the rules