Best Roti Poems
RECIPE: "Poulet Roti" French Style - Le Chant Royal (Instalment 4)
(Note: Rhyme scheme of “Le Chant Royal” where capital “E“stands for refrain, thus – Stanza: ababccddedE, Envoi: ddedE)
STANZA III
The idea's to pluck the chicken naked dead
But to keep it alive so long as there's fun
Stick pins and needles all the time on its head
So that when the COQ crows you know the bird's done
Was Marquis de Sade Torquemada's agent
The Socialist Mayor now out on tangent
Wishing spindle glass tower turns ivory
To keep him in power sans democracy
Get henchmen to preach comeuppance damnation
Tighten screws on chicken spit sans clemency
Now that lame bird can't fly away sans nation
ENVOI
Vain Socialist pique harks back to idiocy
Lax morals sport with intellect's papacy
Skinned and spiked chicken calls for condemnation
Do Napoléons fear Waterloo or Holy See
Now that lame bird can't fly away sans nation
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
roti, anti bullying, family, father
Form:
Ballade
RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - La Ballade “Le Chant Royal” -Concluding Stanza
(Note: As you can see, I have taken certain liberties with the fixed form, but have always kept close to the spirit of the ballade’s form: rhyme, metre, stanza, envoi, and, now, concluding stanza addressed to an important royal personality. Exceptions are the introductory RECIPE - I and the extension of the FIVE eleven-line stanza to TEN.)
CONCLUDING STANZA
Now you have all seen how the French roast chicken
Not quite different, say, from British cuisine:
Lion-Heart Richard* lies with Jeanne d’Arc in Rouen
Not so different from other Royal spleen.
It matters little if powers visible
Go through motions where kings move invisible
Call it DEMOCRACY, call it what you like
Old shibboleths raise Gorgon heads still to strike
As Greek pauper Prince raised on German Jew brew:
“Seventy years as Pope you reigned recondite,
Never you’ll know the pain you caused all for a few!”
Sol de France franchi
Terre d’asile
A-Dieu!
The “heart” of King Richard the Lion Heart is buried in the Rouen Cathedral - a stone’s throw from where Joan of Arc was burned at the stake - bombarded by the Allied Forces pilot who later let drop the first atomic bomb over Hiroshima on August 6, 1945. (Ref. Cf article by Flint Whitlock on-line.)
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
roti, abuse, allegory, child abuse,
Form:
Ballade
RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade “Le Chant Royal” - 10
STANZA IX
Snubbed by Churchill, de Gaulle’s June 18th appeal
Saves not crushed Rouen, Paris to liberate
Triumphant Le Clerc hurries after ordeal
Did not Liberation make Resistants great
Nazi Chief’s deaf ear lets not Hitler burn Paris
Do the sacred cow Resistants scorn hubris
“Now e’en Presidents fear veteran Police!”
Ditto whole appareil judiciaire en lice!
Not till the last of veteran Combatants
Take Bastille Day’s Arc de Triomphe honoured place
Nor till Allied Forces be hailed true Conquérants?
ENVOI
Overnight the mother serves as plaything nice
For lawyers judges politicos police
All Free-Masons none resist as Resistants
No place for father and son in such premise
Nor till Allied Forces be hailed true Conquérants?
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
roti, anti bullying, child abuse,
Form:
Ballade
RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade Le Chant Royal 6
(NOTE: This French “ballade” is being composed on permutations of the number ONE repeated twice, I.e., 11. Eleven syllables to the line in iamb or anapeste, interposed with dactyls, I guess, and of course with the ENVOI added. Eleven lines to the STANZA in eleven in res media “instalments”involving the minutely PERSONAL in interaction with the larger hoi polloi in relation to the STATE and its tentacular authoritarian apparatuses designed to keep the independent INDIVIDUAL always nailed in limbo.) T Wignesan
STANZA VI
“So why don’tya get out of this Third World hell !”
Near-East stronghold now in Maghreb stranglehold
Where Asians and Africans mingle pell-mell
Where the French affix sign-boards on their soil: “SOLD!”
The moonlight flit now turned to Indian rope trick
Where East Europeans come thick and homesick
To join the ranks of those from South-Euro lands
Who make much of the Far Right extremist brigands
Les français de souche* still commute to keep jobs
Like they once nostalgic did in foreign lands
The migrant refugee does odd jobs and robs
ENVOI
French lasses push prams with babes sunburnt inlands
No Tariq Ali* need turn back for want of bans
May the World colourless be sans hapless gods
Or will it taken over be by hooligans
The migrant refugee does odd jobs and robs
*Les français de souche: the French of stolid French ancestry.
*Tariq Ali, the Berber Moor alighted on the rock of Gibraltar, in 709 C. E. , with 30,000 horsemen, and by 711 had over-run the Iberian Peninsula, but Abdul Rahman al-Gafiqi, the Governor General of al-Andalus, who tried to extend the conquests further into Europe was halted in his tracks by the Frank Charles Martel at the Battle of Poitiers/Tours in 732.
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
roti, bullying, discrimination, father son,
Form:
Ballade
RECIPE: "Poulet Roti" French Style - Le Chant Royal (Instalment 2)
Stanza I
COQ knows best how to pluck the wayward chicken
Quill by feather each pock-mark telltales French skill
Twisted beck wan crooked claws warts on bruised skin
Thus MARIANNE marinates asylum swill
Let filter no known friends through the Internet
Dog ev'ry step the chicken takes e'en secret
Day and night confine the bird to its cramped coop
And there make the migrant crowd damn nincompoop
Morning day or mid of night drill his ears through
Lace marinade with acid sauce Injun soup
Let the World know how well chicken basks in stew
ENVOI
Sol de France franchi! Terre d'Asile! O! What scoop!
Trumpet the news! Co-co-ri-co! Got'im in coop!
Un-wifed maimed sucker son root for Great Chef crew
Asylum-marinade French cuisine's top soup
Let the World know how well chicken basks in stew!
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
roti, bullying, french, paris,
Form:
Ballade
RECIPE: "Poulet Roti" French Style - Le Chant Royal (Instalment 5)
(Note: Rhyme scheme of “Le Chant Royal” where capital “E“stands for refrain, thus – Stanza: ababccddedE, Envoi: ddedE)
STANZA IV
One thing's to find fourteen-storey toilet waste
Stealthily creep up your ground-floor shower drain
Another's to watch the migrant surgeon paste
Some part of your body he cuts up - in vain
Yet another: watch nurses scowl in pleasure
As they stuff some part of you with germs for sure
Unaware that some medicine or remedy
Can do you more harm than climate tragedy
Know not which doctor keeps Hippocrate sermon
Nor which in patriot secret society
The State always fears for its reputation
ENVOI
No place in such a State for chicken curry
The secret service thrives on Poulet roti
If wisdom tooth hurts guess who drills canine down
If glasses need changing better change body
The State always fears for its reputation
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
roti, bullying, father son, french,
Form:
Ballade
RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade “Le Chant Royal” 7
STANZA VI
“Come, join us! Stand alone and we’ll make you sweat!
See how your spouse sucks with us, so will your son!
Those who prop you up depart, yes, with regret.
Men can’t pull their weight alone under any sun!”
“I have a book I consult from time to time
Which makes me believe how in another clime
My high-born friends still wish me well on this earth
Wish me to stick to my guns, stick to my birth.”
“Bring your book with you, we pay well for clues views
Glimpses into the future to boost our girth.
Our Nation über Alles! Make that news!”
ENVOI
“Look up into the Heavens, then down on Earth!
Think on trillion worlds where our lives provoke mirth
The Légion d’honneur lapel pin, on Death’s dues!
Is Life merely about success stories, not Truth?”
Our Nation über Alles! Make that news!
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
roti, anti bullying, father son,
Form:
Ballade
RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade “Le Chant Royal” 9
STANZA VIII
The French way is to damn you as litigant
Constant professional victim of the Law
Make you read law books be your own defendant
Rush about hang in queues write letters in awe
To lawyers judges ministers presidents
Cull evidence witnesses sealed documents
Which lawyers misplace refuse to cite in case
Desert you in court judges’ contempt to face
Appeal after appeal the single-parent
Must kneel to abuse looks threats to save one’s face
Ev’ry legal ruse used to make one relent
ENVOI
The mother well-entrenched in high police place
Tightens the screws turns the spit with cruel grace
Lets son stew in acrid juice with lone parent
While her wild secret antics rue her race
Ev’ry legal ruse used to make one relent
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
roti, bullying, father son, french,
Form:
Ballade
RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade “Le Chant Royal” 8
STANZA VII
The warning first comes from the job’s admin head:
“The Secret Service will persecute you to death!”
Then they drum the son hammer and tongs on head
After mounting terror to cut short his breath:
“We’ll slaughter your dad just as your mom we spurn
Do as we say or you too will on spit turn!
Breathe not a word of this or hell you will pay!”
Of course the son his brain maimed mums what they say,
Just as his mother drugged raped blackmailed by State
Does what she always covert did without pay.
Seek not asylum where Rights scarce pullulate!
ENVOI
Now the stakes hinge on what the father might say
E’en childhood friends turn up to act in French play
Each act in this drama unfolds roles through fate
Aesthetic distance wrote original play.
Seek not asylum where Rights scarce pullulate!
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
roti, bullying, fate, father son,
Form:
Ballade
RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style – Le Chant Royal (Instalment 3)
(Note: Rhyme scheme of “Le Chant Royal” where capital “E“stands for refrain, thus – Stanza: ababccddedE, Envoi: ddedE)
STANZA II
Cut the hot-water supply, make chicken freeze
Tear up the electric connections, the telephone
Ensure chicken swallows upstairs dust, e’en sneeze
Fix the plumbing, flood coop with merde from heaven
Funnel exhaust fumes into coop car cabin
After fixing the engine – closed doors – unseen
And when chicken leaves coop to forage for food
Invade the coop, sabotage shower for good
So as to keep chicken skin in constant stink
See that chicken pays for all damage in blood
Give the Alien Crowd free rope’s nodding wink!
ENVOI
Use the migrant lêches culs, the all-willing brood
Rejects from anarchic lands up to no good
Kitchen-help strut as Mason Chefs in a blink
Make their Masters’ ev’ry wish come true for good
Give the Alien Crowd free rope’s nodding wink!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2017
Categories:
roti, bullying, child abuse, father
Form:
Ballade
RECIPE: "Poulet Roti" French Style - Instalment One
I
If as for so many LIFE solutions
Come bottled in prescriptions
Like the burning SOUL's hunger for PEACE
Through LOVE and FORGIVENESS with ease
Then just take mescalin or cocaine
Eat grass and flipout on heroin
Make pavement music for a dime
And sleep fifteen hours per diem
The rest on analytical meditation
Linked to some fad reincarnation
Go sit at feet in fairy Dharamsala
Peace Prize awaits at Himalaya
Sol de France franchi
Terre d'Asile
II
LIFE's a bit more complicated than that
Caretakers and providers less delicate
Know much about managing the State
To hide their lack of proper mandate
FORGIVE the **** who scorns her son
Pusher who pounds veins with poison
Sly socialist nurse who steals your sleep
To compensate cohorts the **** to keep
The son's will, broken by Masonic whip
Turned patricidal spy in their secret grip
Sol de France franchi
Terre d'Asile
III
The sub-plot of Portuguese landlords
With Maghrebin tenants rude as toads
All out to drive the octogenarian
Into the cesspool of bloody oblivion
Like playing Black Sabbath Iron Man backwards
Imitating Arabo-Hebraic Peace talks inwards
While the lêche culs lusitano-ibériques
Thrust their crude porc chops histrioniques
Sol de France franchi
Terre d'Asile
(to be continued)
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
roti, allegory, conflict, confusion, corruption,
Form:
Ballad
RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade “Le Chant Royal” 11
STANZA X
Even as this Royal Lay comes to an end
Yet one more crime hatched on one more ruse and lie
Gets committed to drive this one round the bend:
“Bite the bait, harrowed be, before you die!”
Same message for more than half a century
The Kafkayesque trial that wastes energy:
Witnesses who’d gladly turn King’s evidence
Lawyers who’d hoodwink you and make no pretence
The migrant crowd trained to oust you out of bounds
To please authority Left or Right of fence
Independent de Gaulle men gone from home grounds.
ENVOI
“Freemasons Grand Orient kind take offence,
Want you kept down whatever your innocence:
At the highest level this decision stands!”
Said de Gaulle Police Chief in-charge of defence.
Independent de Gaulle men gone from home grounds.
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
roti, anti bullying, child abuse,
Form:
Ballade
I
Oestre was a name of a fertility goddess, in Iran, then PERSIA
What a rich history, what an embattled people! Cyrus their King
Did great things for the Jews, the ancient Hebrews, freed by him
Then Cyrus directed the rebuilding of the Temple in Jerusalem, ZION
Long after him, Zoroaster used FIRE as a sign, who took it to India
Along with exiles, now India's "Parsis" (Trump is ashamed of history)
Iran's Civilization gave us (Old Testament) "heaven," "hell" and "Easter"
II
But today, as Covid19 holds sway, I join those online to pray
And celebrate the Resurrection Day communion, with common "elements"
O the BREAD and the CUP, so much of Jesus to communicate, Manna
May be harder to grasp than His blood shed for my sins and yours
"Eat my flesh or die" is one way He said it. "Unless you eat, you will die"
How to grasp this mysery of manna from Heaven ("I am the Bread of Life")
III
During this shutdown, there is time for communion, yes, and online groups
Church meets, or perhaps it is better to say, "Now serious worship goes on,"
Away from the choirs, bands, worship leaders ... more time to talk with God
Tell Him why COVID-19 scares you, or ask Him, "Will it last a Noah's year?"
As I made my own bread, I communed with my mom and Jesus, recalled
How mom made flatbread expertly, how nimble those fingers & palms
Transforming flour into life-giving, O wholesome tasting "Indian bread"
Jesus blessed my kitchen time, showed his use of 'bread," BROKEN FOR ME
Categories:
roti, appreciation, community, easter, jesus,
Form:
Verse
WE GOBBLE GOAT’S CHEESE
Scales of justice weighed in gold and coal
cherubs and demons cheer without fear
horns blow, rooms gather fat
Coaxing a grey Persian cat
climb stairs of glamour
or disillusioned clamour
Heads dance across Florentine floor
joy shiver silent at a wooden door
hazardous stealth the cunning core
Roti fry in sesame oil to serve
with Côté D’ Or, everything coiled
drops of champagne sorrowfully soil
Chameleons cut own coloured flesh
hiding wounds wry waistcoated breasts
Botox gone awry, confess !
Scales dramatise to legitimise
two platters evenly plead
weighing a crafty compromise
We gobble goat’s cheese
celebration up in a breeze
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Songwriting2016
Categories:
roti, anxiety, cat, conflict, dark,
Form:
Alliteration