Chalk up the above
tummy knocker round
motley fool whimsical caprice
forever one generic
(ewe among us) scapegoat
bullied, lambasted, ostracized...
simian still silently suffering
life threatening wounds
since no protective Jason,
nor the Golden Fleece
shielded me against
Tormentors of Torghast even after
becoming gratefully dead,
struck by lightning bolts well greased
they will still increase
only difference when nonexistence prevails,
versus while given lease
as run(t) of the mill mortal
doth finally welcoming peace
of body, mind and spirit.
Aforestated gallimaufry mishmash
hoopfully doth explain
tangentially, loosely and amazingly
one after another graceful linkedin refrain
now heeds intuitive trumpeted
clarion call moon faced
cybersurfer to wax and wane.
Roll up welcome Harris tweed
Scottish tartan mat after
lame attempt bing witty and wise
fame and fortune elude,
nevertheless logophile continuously tries
this April 6th, 2022 no surprise
quotidian series of Lemony Snicket induced
unfortunate circumstances did rise
every hour these myopic eyes
blinked cognitive depth youthfulness belies,
when dawning consciousness did arise.
The angels speak to us,
they say the things we need to hear.
Though they don't make a fuss,
they're with us year after year.
When we refuse to see,
and don't want to play that role.
They'll give the push we need,
and chalk up one for the soul.
For time passes so fast,
and our lives soon near the end.
Their spell of love is cast,
for the broken hearts to mend.
Like stars at night that shine,
a gift from the great divine!
Chalk up the above
tummy whimsical caprice
forever one generic
(ewe among us) scapegoat
bullied, lambasted, ostracized...
simian still silently suffering
life threatening wounds
since no protective Jason,
nor the golden fleece
shielded me against torments even after
becoming gratefully dead,
they will still increase
only difference when nonexistence prevails,
versus while given lease
as run(t) of the mill mortal
doth finally welcoming peace
of body, mind and spirit.
Aforestated gallimaufry mishmash
hoopfully doth explain
tangentially, loosely and amazingly
one after another graceful linkedin refrain
now heeds intuitive trumpeted
clarion call moon faced
cybersurfer to wax and wane.
Roll up welcome Harris tweed Scottish mat after
lame attempt bing witty and wise
fame and fortune elude,
nevertheless logophile continuously tries
this February 28th, 2020 no surprise
quotidian series of Lemony Snicket induced
unfortunate circumstances did rise
every hour these myopic eyes
blinked cognitive depth youthfulness belies,
when dawning consciousness did arise.
A fight with the wife.
Right or wrong, it matters not;
Chalk up one more loss.
6/2/19
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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XX
IF you pull a long-haughty face
Some would not your game play
What irks you most is not their voice
But runs they chalk up during volley
If you then pull this long face
With those in the same métier
Beware some might your castle raze
Out of a need to debunk the phoney
Yet if you pull that self-same long face
Know it's your own face you sadistic flay
Whoever for whatever reason takes offence
Stretches his face beyond the Milky Way
Now if you keep pulling that long-ridiculed face
Despite what others do to keep us down I'd say
Go on keep pulling that by now long irate face
There's no better lesson you could give or take Olé
So if you must pull your long-inured face
For ages whipping on slave-ship galley
Go on live in bliss with Moon-mirror face
The Sun darkens skin with un-ending ray
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 19, 2019
Blessed union indeed
Chalk up another one
Another year of tolerated misery
Are you really considering
Suffering like this to perpetuity
For the rest of your life
Never anything nice to say
Bickering and ing whatever the cause
Using harsh words to tear each other down
Life is so short and true mates so scarce
Can you not focus on the things that do work
Instead of constantly arguing
Over every petty issue
I win You lose
The bitter chant of victory
Is it not plain to see
No one ever wins in your game
It’s pathetic, cruel and inhumane
Tongue lashings
Out come the daggers
Who would believe
You’ve been married forty years
Take a couple steps back
It’s not too late to
Start respecting one another
Well, good luck
At least try to survive
Until your next anniversary
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 8, 2018
(Dedication: For my son Michael Zachary
On your study tour Down Under.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Here by the gate,
Fate is not late;
Study tour calls
In brisk footfalls.
Here as we sip,
Espresso trip;
With kin and friends,
Fond touch attends.
Your night time flight
In the clear light;
Faces share smiles,
Warm feelings style.
There’s much to cheer,
Just being here;
Bon voyage then,
Boarding pass tends.
A photo treat,
Visuals now greet;
For old time’s sake,
Cheers that we make.
Have a good trip,
Study tour grips;
Work smart fond feel,
Chalk up goodwill.
Blessings to each,
Seize ample reach;
Glimpse happy lot,
Dwell with fine thoughts.
January mood
With quest made good;
A dream to meet,
Mellow feels sweet.
So, here’s to you
Where fate funds cue;
Moments now cast
Wonder at last!
May all things good
Caress fond moods;
May success thrill
Wise, affluent feel.
Listen dear heart
As hard work arts;
Be in-sync whole,
Body-mind-soul.
Yet, fun attends
Your action plans;
Let heart and mind
Greet rainbow finds.
Leon Enriquez
20 January 2018
Singapore
Antipoetic cricket : chalkup the scoreboard
for the Belgium blast victims
Someone’s crying
Someone’s dying
Someone’s lying
if it ain’t this
‘tis that
each gimmick’s a trick
lemme ge’ at ‘im
he go’ oneon me
one up
is one down
one down
packs tonnup
for the side
if it ain’t for this
who’d not bowl from the other end
someun’s go’ to bat
someun’s go’ to bat
the score must go on board
the ducks and duck-breakers alike cannot hide
the innings defeat comes after one side fields twice
it ain’t cricket to chalk up a draw
rain or no reign
August 3, 1997 (re-worked from the collection : longhand notes, 1999) © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way
For Kim Patrice Nunez*, with hope
Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way
Let your wheels skid by letting loose grip on wheel
Free verse range’s for marksmen trained on rondolet*
Dipodic foot pantun villanelle dactyl
Cut their teeth on the slippery run-on-line
Roll their anaepest tongue round limerick rhyme
Do not a ballad begin with aubade fine
Nor drive straight past end-stopped line’s feminine rhyme
Such as painters’ coprophilia canvasses
Hide chance ironic hidden ghostly faces
Cubist abstract surrealist morasses
Whose apprenticeships lead to trumping aces
Far too many poets love the sound of words
Yet shirk bardic tasks speeding on twisted roads
* Nunez: Sorry, no tilde over the “n” on my Mac.
• rondolet: French pronunciation rhymes with “way”.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Headlouse dance as agile ballerinas across a small childs skull
And believe the truth as im only good at that
I havent seen one for a while
Its hard to confess
That i actually miss
Foriging the tresses of my little sprigs
Salivating
Eyes dancing
Hither and tither
To and fro
As if anyone would
Id always know
Where on earth the little devils would go
I know their lifecycle
Lifespan
And im ever so proud to admit that i can
Spot one
At fifty paces
(The safari Hunt!)
I used to settle down, comb at hand
I knew i was at it when i imagined
A safari hat
I was the hunter
Their stalker
Trapsing through the thick dark forestry of hair
Silent in deep excitement
'THERE! ' Ive got another one
Id chalk up the amounts
leaving bloodied squashed and squelched
Knits pon white tissue
A most satisfactory
Blood count
I was good, i was brilliant
A most efficient predator
of those nasty
Horrid little blood sucking beasts that chose to feast
On my childrens heads
Id gather up the population
Ensuring they were all
DEAD!
(Bet you scratched your head at least once whilst reading this)
They met a demise so inglorious.
The culpable agent was the Varicella virus.
We were the vectors. It was none other than us.
Chalk up another deed of man that will be infamous.
The virus spread like wisps on the breeze.
It obliterated a civilization that lasted for centuries.
Any graduate from the college of hard knocks
can see these creatures died from chicken pox.
This once great city is now a ghost town.
First contact with humans is what brought them down.
So will you conquerors strut around haughtily with disdain?
I will see that these Martians did not die in vain.
Based on the set of short stories titled “The Martian Chronicles” by the late Ray Bradbury.
The good lord made us
So why do you fuss
He gave us everything we need
From useful food down to a useless bead
It took six days to make
Kinda like a perfect cake
Each thing has its spot
Every creature gets their shot
He rested on Sunday
Worship him your own way
He will come back
You don’t have to pack
You will rise
No matter your size
The good lord is on his route
That’s what he is all aboit
He gave his only son
On this earth he didn’t have much fun
He died for our sins
Now we need to chalk up some wins
Be ready he will be here
Don’t be caught with that beer
There's no promise of tomorrow, no taking back today,
Each second that's left behind is one that slipped away.
Every chance that's given presents another choice to make,
You may regret what's passed but won't forget the price you paid.
What is today is my day in the sun?
The day that begins all I'll ever become.
What if I stay in bed and catch up on my sleep?
But give up a chance with the girl of my dreams.
What if I pass the ball and pass up on the shot?
And admit that a hero is something I'm not.
What if I run from the challenge I can fight with my fists?
And walk away from the stories to tell my grandkids.
So I'll chalk up the losses but hold onto the wins,
Because today is the day that tomorrow begins.
I pray I'll never lose my ambition to explore,
To on a dime, drop everything, pack my bags and hit the door.
I wish to see the world and live life now or never,
Because If I don't do it today I may put it off forever.