Best Terms Poems
In a social society,
where I'm not a priority.
I'm sick and tired of being strong,
when they only see me as wrong
I never read the terms and conditions,
so I'm mute, like forgotten musicians.
Misplaced in a place I do not belong
I have no desire for a final song.
Maybe its a sign of age,
or the suppression of rage,
that this bubble is bursting.
No one knows how it's hurting
You can't see it through my face,
burdens of each brick they place,
results in emotions stumbling,
as foundations start crumbling.
I never read the terms and conditions,
so I'm mute, like forgotten musicians.
Misplaced in a place I do not belong
I have no desire for a final song.
When rain plunders like balls of steel,
it increases the pain I feel.
I search for the sun's reflection,
but dark skies show no affection.
The flame that once kept me alive,
has now lost the will to survive.
Without devotion, spirit dies,
as soul sings a medley of sighs.
I never read the terms and conditions,
so I'm mute, like forgotten musicians.
Misplaced in a place I do not belong
I have no desire for a final song.
Silent One
22 December 2019
He disappeared without a word.
There was no writing on the wall
to let her know what to expect.
Was she naïve and blind to all!
Her expectations drowned in tears.
A thousand thoughts her mind assailed.
The world around her crumbled down
Was she to blame? Where had she failed?
Confused emotions left her nights
in disarray consumed with guilt.
The pain within was hard to bear;
felt like a sword plunged to the hilt.
She searched for answers but in vain
looked deep inside her crystal sphere
till her reflection laughed and said
she was a fool to persevere;
And in that instant she saw light,
elucidation from above.
The loss was his. She would move on.
He was not worthy of her love!
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3rd March 2020
I miss you most when you're not here
So stay away, my lovely dear
We cured death on a Tuesday,
launched the trial on a Thursday,
by Friday, 14% of the test group
was gnawing on the janitorial staff.
Still, the press was kind.
“Remarkable resilience,” they wrote,
as Unit 42A chewed through its restraints,
and tried to bite a cameraman.
We called them SoulSavers™,
engineered for eternal youth,
a proprietary blend of nanites, CRISPR,
and just a dash of hubris.
ReVive™ hit the market with glowing ads:
"Because Forever is a Family Value."
But the legal fine print… oh, the fine print:
May cause mild memory loss, spontaneous moaning, and cannibalistic cravings.
They rose in boardrooms first,
CEOs with perfect teeth
tearing into interns
like gourmet hors d'oeuvres.
By Q3, the infection was global,
but stocks soared--
because someone monetized the mayhem,
packaged brains in biodegradable boxes.
The living now hide in Costco bunkers,
bartering soup for silence,
while ReVive™’s jingle
plays softly from every abandoned screen:
“You can’t spell ‘afterlife’ without 'life'--
Sign here, and live again!”
So yes, we cured death.
We also cured peace.
And now we walk among the ruins,
clawing for comfort,
with half a heart and half a face,
still under warranty.
Author's Note:
This poem is what happens when you read Tom Woody’s contest prompt and accidentally engage the undead half of your brain. It’s a free verse romp through biotech gone wrong, corporate chaos, and a sprinkle of satire. No contest entry--just undead fun.
This is western society,
How much is distorted realism?
Talk in sinister sexism,
Casually call criticism,
Typecast fashion femmes,
What about men?
High heels or no,
They'll call you a ho!
You can't blame women,
For control mechanisms!
Emotional blackmail,
A world run by males,
We should empower the young,
For their lives in the sun,
When was misogyny begun?
Any real chance of equality,
in our western society?
I'm a simple guy,
I like video games, music and succeeding without trying,
So when a man comes up to me and tell me he can save my life,
Who am I to turn down a free book from a generous passerby,
Strange how after hundreds of Reddit articles I find these red words the most astounding,
Each verse saturated with a truth beyond my understanding,
I embraced the scripture in my new-found belief,
Ditching skeptics and scientific contention for a biblical motif,
So with my newfangled faith I embarked on a holy endeavor,
To sift through a lifetime of personal uncertainty to uncover the answer,
I found myself under bottomless pizza boxes,
Buying time stocks from the evolutionary clock,
Discovering purpose through glimmering game discs,
Fashioning polygonal personalities into personable obelisks,
Uncovering the depths of my psyche excavating mountains of dirty laundry,
Rinse on, dry off, purging both physical filth and emotional quandaries,
Sharing walkways with speeding cars enslaved to a monetary duty I can't shirk
A journey of a thousand steps every pilgrimage to work,
My blood a bubbling brew of ambition and potential,
Yet required to surpass insurmountable credentials,
Ignoring the marked symbols in newspapers they seek to brand on my forehead,
Subjective opinions of civility and idealism dropped on me like warheads,
Cryptic predictions of personality and fate,
You think I need a dice roll to determine if I'm straight?
Countless evaluations to rationalize the psyche and soul combined,
What makes their opinion more viable than mine?
I'm taking buoyant steps upon the swamp to reach my destination,
Swapping carnality for divinity to achieve the ultimate self-preservation,
Cremating my mortality I seek to ascend,
Past primitive understanding of a purpose I cannot comprehend,
This road we walk is coated with trip-wire and paved with scorching coals,
Watch out for those flaming hours in your 5-day forecast so find the nearest foxhole,
The burden on our shoulders has already been lifted so there's no reason for us to be aching,
We're on the path to eternal salvation why aren't we skipping?
So why don't you tag along with me on this self-realization odyssey,
I can't promise explosions or tentacle-headed aliens but I know it'll at least be interesting,
Just you, yourself, me and I,
The most dynamic duo to ever breach the sky.
A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's " The Vowels " in Contemporary Terms
(" The Vowels " in the Paul Verlaine (first version) copy in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris : Livres de Poche/La Pochethèque, 1999, pp. 279-280. Please see notes following the translation. T. Wignesan)
A, black ; E, white ; I, red ; U, green ; O, blue ; vowels,
I'll invoke true to day how your latent forms take shape
A, velvety black corset shiny bluebottles armour-plate ape
Pullule hovering over putrefying carrion stench gruels
By leeway gulfs. E, shimmering of vapours and tents,
Icy surges prideful, white grapes*, fluttering parasols umbellate,
I, purple, spat-out blood, laughter from Synchrotron** lips ondulate
Through anger or from inebriate benumbing of penitents.
U, cycles, the divine vibrations of emerald-green seas
Peaceful grazing grounds teeming with animals, reposeful furrowed pleats
Some alchemically concocted hand imprints on great foreheads studious ;
O ! stentorian Bugle ! the laden strident shriek deranges,
The calmness pierced by disrupting Worlds and Angels…
--- O ! the ultimate Omega, the violet tincture of her eyes !
Notes
* " rais blanc " (" raisin blanc " ?, hence : " raisiné " : blood, claret) ;
** " belles " (" beautiful " is hackneyed and meaningless ; by contrast, the CERN Synchrotron is the most daring, infinitesimally elegant and awe-inspiring human creation) ;
© T. Wignesan - Paris, March 21, 2019
2 Terms Of Political Office
A political leader of a country successfully managed to extend his term of office...
Brings up the question of the wisdom of the previous curb imposed to 2 terms in office....
Bolehland has on record the incredible long tenure of 22 years by Premier Dr Mahathir...
And plans are afoot to restrict succeeding premiers to only 2 terms is service....
2 term may be too short for long term overall development.....
Besides the problem from the surplus of such pensioners ...
And atypical of Bolehland mentality, ad hoc programs will proliferate...
A merry go round of contractors, hangers on for part of the economic pie....
Hohoho...
Too frequent a changing of the guard....
Brings on too many a zealous new broom to sweep the room clean....
Hohoho....
On the other hand, a misguided head at the top....
Even a single term can have dire consequences....
Democratically there should be preventive measures...
To checkmate the slide into mediocrity...
Dr M helmed Bolehland for 22years....
Despite the many shortcomings, those were exemplary years....
Of prosperity, stability and high paced development....
Though with the benefit of hindsight...
Bolehland was tethering towards a gaping abyss...
Created by many policies and practices that have outgrown their noble objectives..
What was once a visionary and innovative initiative to correct a shortcoming....
Becomes a yoke of suffering and abuse once it's objectives are achieved....
Question of the day is when to review and to improve an initiative....
Before misrepresentations and abuses set in to abuse the system....
Then the need for change has to happen, a step back in order to move forwards 2 steps...
The Europeans were pioneers in coming up with parliamentary checks and balances...
But history too bears witness to the many atrocities and disasters they created...
The world wars, the religious crusades, the bullying politics of apartheid and slavery...
All faulted and wreaked by the overwhelming influence of supremacy of race and religion ...
What Bolehland is undergoing, it is nothing new nor revolutionary...
The only positive, we could be on the path to maturity...
All the existing abuses and clamour for better governance....
Could just be manifestations of growing pains of a young democracy...
Herschel Walker thinks life is the pits
Because women will not call it quits
Facebook #1
Spoiled all of Trump's fun
And its driving him out of his wits!
Interpretivity is a measure of a person’s rate of understanding. A person’s rate of
interpretation shows the individual’s ability to unlock, identify, simplify, solve,
measure accurately, try to understand, restore, think, re-think, unveil, transcribe,
translate and hence it has a role to play in an individual’s creativity. Since the rate of
understanding is directly proportional to creativity, an individual’s level of
interpretivity is a measure of an individual's understanding i.e. ability to read,
receive, interpret(internalize-explore-externalize). Intuitivity and inquisitivity play
important roles with this parameter. It is the link that bridges receptivity and
reproductivity.
Narrativity ability to read and give back – reproduce without necessarily understanding
what is read. A very high level of receptivity, low interpretivity and expressivity
exhibit narrativity.
Reproductivity – ability to give back exactly what has been given, read, thought e.t.c.
without any sort of addition, creativity, subtraction, alteration e.t.c. It is totally
different from re-creativity. A high level of understanding is needed for reproductivity.
Re-creativity – this is the ability to re-modify, re-adjust, re-define, re-alter,
re-model, re-shape e.t.c. an already existing-created-discovered altered creativity. For
re-creativity to be achieved, some absolute understanding about the substance in question
i.e. to be re-created must have been undergone. It is an alteration to creativity. It is
correctional adjustment to creativity.
Correctivity is the process of re-mending-mending, re-molding-molding, re-fixing-fixing of
an altered creativity-substance. It requires absolute-ultimate not only mastery but total
understanding of the altered creativity in order to perform this process.
Understanding is having an absolute knowledge and wisdom about something. It is the
interpretation i.e. (pure-total reception, highly active intuitivity-individual
perception-inquisitivity and maximal expressivity) that eventually must lead to
creativity. When understanding is at its peak creativity is inevitable whether by
derivations from the original-truth or copies of the-from the original-truth. If
understanding is directly proportional to the vividness of imagination then the rate of
creativity will-must vary from one person to another.
What of the tears, the cold, the gloom,
Amongst the ears of a silent room.
I sat alone, I wrote, I pondered,
How my life had so far wandered.
So off track, errant, upended--
No fruit in the garden that I’ve tended.
Depressed, a mess, seldom fed--
The crown of thorns is on my head.
Beneath the tears, a calm, a bliss.
I am not afraid of the abyss.
Don’t touch my heart, don’t touch my lips,
Don’t touch my soul, don’t touch my hips,
Just leave my body parts alone,
Please only touch my funny bone.
In turn I promise, yes, I do
I won’t touch any of you,
Be my courtly Superhero
I will gently stroke your Ego.
When my funny bone is sated,
Our status gets upgraded
To truly trepidatious start -
That is the matter of the heart.
February 9, 2020
Penetrativity –assimilation- is a measure of how an individual accepts-receives
information-data. The rate at which information is being taken in-received through the
process of permeation for the process of interpretation i.e. a measure of the depth of
receptivity-receptiveness and reactivity of interpretivity. Penetrativity is used to
measure receptivity.
Expressivity- Action – the rate at which an individual gives out-sends out information
which is thought and supposed to be after full-maximal reception which affects
interpretation and then with patient meticulous-careful responsiveness guided by
assistance and dictation of reception, brainstorming of interpretation and finally
total-maximal reproduction. How an individual executes an interpreted information .
Sensitivity –reactivity- is a measure of the rate of how an individual responds-behaves in
order to-in an attempt to give out-send out information-data received i.e. the
preparation/s made in an attempt to divulge an interpreted information-data. It is
considered when measuring the rate of expressivity. This happens immediately after
interpretation.
my wanting to have you is true
so what is it I have to do?
i sign on the line
and then u are mine?
the terms of this i misconstrew...
Some months ago, a friend said to me, "We have come to terms with it". Coming to terms with it. That's it! Therein lies a treasured key to life. Complaining, petitioning, protesting, and reasoning do not always work. Sometimes, you can't find a navigating system anywhere for certain problems. It is often proper and appropriate to 'bow out' even if you happen to be right.
When we were kids and 'played marbles', if we did not like what was going on, we could take our marbles and go home. We are not kids anymore and we are in this game together. Being on the same team also means to stay in the game. Not all things work to our satisfaction, and some things absolutely will not change.
Whether the cross-winds are people or things, you are no match for them. So my friend was saying, "Sure, I don't like some things that are going on here, but they might be worse somewhere else. That is why I'm staying right here".
I read about an activist who was asked for advice in making changes in society. The activist gave his advice in three words, "Agitate, Agitate, Agitate". Because that approach worked for the activist in his day doesn't mean it works for all time.
I think my friend said it best. She was saying, "It's not the end of the world. So don't let it get the best of you, and don't let it bring out the worst in you. Sometimes, you just have to 'let it be' and come to terms with it".
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