Best Rene Poems

The deception of  “free verse”: Dreams II, Translation of Etiemble’s “L’imposture du vers libre” by T. Wignesan

“Free verse, free not to be verse” –...

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I left my home, it  wasn't  so gorgeous,
but I knew I could no longer stay
I had nothing to live for,
seemed like only sadness...

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Looking close at the blank canvas.
 Impressions he wanted displayed.
Stroking slow and moving his brush
 an image came forth from Monet.
 Laying dormant all of...

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I THINK THEREFORE I AM


"An ounce of hypocrisy is worth 
a pound of ambition" --Michael Korda

Liberty...
This everyone's want--
stretching an autonomy to unbuckle self-discovery

I got mites...

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Robin Hood, man in tights
Julius Caesar, might makes right
Alexander, called "the Great"
Sitting Bull, righteous hate
Robert the Bruce, Attila the Hun
Charlemagne, Napoleon

Hear the call of the...

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"The Double Secret"




I am skin and bone
wrapped tightly around
an immaculate heart that’s hidden
but known to a fierce soul

Human daughter, sprinkled with holy water

Wherever there is...

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Maurice.
Intense, passionate, funny, shy.
Brother of  Rene, Marcelle and Charles.
Lover of  my two daughters, all life especially simple folk and
anything or anyone that hurts, women and...

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Visiting my father, I noticed the old garage
could use a little fixing up.
     He had boxes stacked up, and clutter to...

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Moon Walk on Your Grave

A life begun in stardom,
now, ending up in shame.
Relentless media, cruel world,
who then is there to blame.

A sadness inside,
no tears on...

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Sometimes I wonder,
What ripped us asunder
I wonder...why friends fade away,
I wonder...why death is our destiny,
And as we experience our final day,
I wonder what will become...

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My last words to you were, "I love you."  Those were your last words to me
on the phone. You were in Miami. The night...

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I. Noise in an empty hallway:
My old leather shoes protest as I hurry down the linoleum tiles
Like I'm wearing a little piece of history older...

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This is a story about a Butterfly

She escaped the Boilermaker
Through transformation. 
To transform required a period of incubation, 
a need to sleep to dream and...

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I hope this concept is familiar to you.
I’m sure you are acquainted with “absolute value”.
Points lie in the plane left of the y-axis.
Integers can have...

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Memory

I am my memory.
This piece of the world, this brief sprouting
Amongst many thinking radishes, 
Exists only as resonances within 
Lacy neurons; Flanders’ delicate patterns 
Sustained...

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