Dinosaurs are intriguing, such amazing creatures
Today, only whales compare in size get out your calipers
Sure happy I live now
As I wipe my brow
Going through the cash at the store would be fastenating
Categories:
calipers, allusion, america,
Form: Limerick
a marginally redemptive micro biography
offhandedly ushered into this reverie
by Ellipsis the muse of all highway roundabouts
my first impressions at age minus 20 minutes
stuck in the birth canal of a woman
whose deeper psychological structures
think she is withholding permission
her screaming was possibly misplaced
since dying was only seemingly inevitable
not knowing what a scream is
I am struck by the echo in the delivery room
which gives me my first indication
of a space that is filled with something other
myself presently possessing nothing other
only a great body-long dimensionless squeezing
amplified by the gentle tug
of my deliveryman's forceps
though possibly not so gentle
since to this day I am left with
dents and ripples upon my peanut head
which would constitute a turgid prose novel
for any Nazi phrenologist worth his calipers
apparently a mighty heave ho
and some cheer leading by the hovering nurses
released her death grip sufficient to the task
of birthing another potential carrier of civilization
into the world of sequence and insanity
I suppose all that future grunting
kinda got its start right here
Categories:
calipers, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Villanelle : Who rules what is or what’s not after the fact
Who rules what is or what’s not after the fact
The first poem struck wasn’t it a cry of hope
Words gushing from constricting throats militant act
Who must with calipers measure the creative act
Draws hot blood choking in dungeons where poets lost grope
Who rules what is or what’s not after the fact
Who lays the laws down robs the poem from the poet
Post-mortem never reveals how thoughts in body cope
Words gushing from constricting throats militant act
Words feel through emotions un-thought by Eliot
Though Bousono makes poets mindless on tight rope
Who rules what is or what’s not after the fact
Words at random plucked by the senses speak with tact
Not so Essay on Man by Alexander Pope
Words gushing from constricting throats militant act
Songs of joy set to music in dance speak not slack
No Aristotle could glean rules where poets dumb mope
Who rules what is or what’s not after the fact
Words gushing from constricting throats militant act
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
calipers, art, creation, poetry, poets,
Form: Villanelle
when people of good faith come together to achieve
and activated the love in a large choir
of a non-existent sky's throne
framed rolling Mon become endowed with the word,
and deed into several puzzles a prison of bitterness there, the price framed as a
real mingling with the thousands of beads
you wear you are guardian of peace to
the desperate people know your punishment like a private waxing image embedded
in the ground of the soil of happiness you can yourself see in the mirror of the
calipers on the run of shells in the sea
be vigilant about your only rainbow
hair stand right on my frosted awareness
Categories:
calipers, imaginationpeople, people,
Form: Personification