Best Xxxii Poems
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXII
IF you pull a long ME-TOO victimised face
" Look Mom ! Dirty-Ol'-Sod oggles me carriage sway ! "
" Dear Girl ! Of what use curves under pretty face ?
Be like Mona Lisa, look neither Louvre either way ! "
If you pull a long ME-TOO martyred face
" Oh, Mom, look ! He looks through under wear ! "
" Dear Child ! Eyes are made for hills and dales
On desert sands, looks stretch mirage bare ! "
If you pull a long ME-TOO bothered face
" Oh, Mom, look ! Light's changed we've right of way
My Zebra thighs cross at every stride his lurid gaze ! "
" Oh ! Ne'er you mind, for all you know he's gay ! "
If you pull a long ME-TOO frenzied face
" Oh , Mom, look ! The cad swims under my belly ! "
" Pretty Mome ! Wish not he breaststrokes to spoil grace !
The flip and the flop of diving : Not on my nelly ! "
If you must pull a long ME-TOO sacrificed face
" Oh, Mom ! That pedophile's looks drip lecherous leer ! "
" Sure, Baby ! That's the look perpetuates the human race
Yearn not for a YAHOO's horse to mate and rule us here ! "
© T. Wignesan - Paris, February 9, 2019
T-rump is not such a bad guy!
Our middle class needs he'll supply
Quite humble in charge
With sweet bounty so large
He's charming just like Captain Bligh
IF ever I had a country : XXXI - XXXII
XXXI
IF ever I had a country
And if ever by fluke I was asked to audit the National Budget
I'd first set out to monitor the Elus' va et vient to the water-closet
And clock the nation's time they waste in parroting speeches in their jet
Then I'd add-up all the country's time they tweet away the interviews they repeat
The tuxedos they jump into to putt golf-balls down the Republic's smooth green parapet
That is, if ever by fluke I were asked to audit the National Budget
And even if I never ever had no country on which to place a bet
XXXII
IF ever I had a country
And if ever I were asked to write the Constitution by the Founding Fathers
I'd have a Hall built in the Heart of the Nation for a Book with virgin pages
And thereupon let inscribe every wish of every citizen justly not put in fetters
And let no Magna Carta or genial Jefferson nor Freemason Human Rights Charter carve article upon commandment article for hoi polloi brothers
And which thus pave the way for NRAs to lock House Senate and Chief Exec in private profit-based manœuvres
That is, if ever I were asked to frame the Constitution by the Founding Fathers
And even if I never ever had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 14, 2018
Mind knows in kind the way of poise,
Ink stains can flesh ideas most grand;
Calm heart now finds a steady voice,
Heed a clear flash of joy you scan;
Ask cheer to be when thought meets feel,
Etch a fine sketch where love constructs;
Live what soul sees as wise touch heals.
Zest flavours match as heart instructs,
Aim to be bold as tale moves fest;
Charm offers smiles in journey grace,
Heap waves of gold as act frames quest;
Apt touch can style wonder you face,
Reach deeper yet with heart and soul,
Yes you can bet as love makes whole.
Leon Enriquez
03 September 2017
Singapore
We Chose in our Actions
We aren’t Choses-in-action
But we all Chose in our Actions
We all want to Succeed
The desire for success is almost universal
Yet to find anyone that crave failure
We all crave Success.
Today is the Master of Tomorrow
Tomorrow doesn’t determine itself
We judge it right from now. Great Grace.
The things we daily do
The way we daily deal
All show the true state of our expectations; But
We all crave success.
@JANUARY 2018/©M.H.O.G Unveiled
It's in the morning I feel you the most
fires burning, deeply seeded in my loins
striped down inhibition
relaying stories in foreign tongues
me showing a Fahrenheit desire
your Celsius riding ever higher
lovers at last
longing to make up lost time
but not moving too fast
time might have slipped
but we glide to the rythmn
of the crash of the sea
upon her wall
we're not pretenders here
we did fall, we did fail
but we rose, smelling sweet
kisses delivered mouth to cheek
lips pierced and sucked into bliss
holding on to the morning
as the heart beats awake
the wind rustles the curtains
signaling for a journey to begin
Giacomo Balla a futurist
with 'moving' portraits did persist
Best known or ' Dog on a leash'*
movement,flight& speed never cease
Forgive me my madness, eccentricities,
my faults my tenderness
that pain --> a thorn inside my brain
and skin so human that it hurts!
My eyes of marble so hardly
knew softness; a sight
beyond light and that thumping pain
within the cargo vessel held;
lifetimes of love and sorrow some of which
my soul measured life on hold;
to save this spot so much like Gold.
:: eprobles ::
FORGIVE me & my madness, these eccentricities
& my faults; my tenderness!
-- that pain --> a thorn inside my brain!
and skin so human it hurts!
Like out of the blue a raging bull.
My eyes of marble so hardly knew a softness; a
sight beyond light & thumping pain within the
cargo vessel held; lifetimes of love and sorrow
some of which my soul measured || life on hold;
to save this spot || so much like Gold.
toward the living and happy I SALUTE!