Silent is the echo as pride shouts
selfishness causing pouts...
self-conceit triumphs over jealousy bouts
self-glory reigns with discontentment clouts
self-reliance wavers upon attacking doubts
self-pity maneuvers toward false humility-routes…
The echo returns not indeed...
as self-sufficiency does arrogantly succeed
self-exaltation declares me-I-my-mine creed
self-inflicting pain midst guilt continues to breed
self-denial actually hoists covetousness and greed
self-love matters most, not recognizing God with His deed.
Categories:
clouts, character, christian, god, how
Form: Rhyme
This is…..well
I live close to an airport
and a factory just exploded near
a bit of me was a bit disappointed
If this is my intro
Duck shin
It gets worse
What do you think And drew
a breath
thought when he looked upon
William is WIll.I.AM without
spots clouts spouts
Can you be blem or is it just ish
Do they
make prince shaped hand
Cuffed
Is just cuf well fed
Zombie symbol in his purpled stilleto boots
pierce the pedo Prince you disgraced
My name is
slime covered babies
Just a question are you sure
you didn’t give me the after
birth death the mess betw in een
I know what comes after death.
just a full stop
See I am sure there is more of me’s in hear
and if you think
I used the wrong hear the rest of me’s
are listening
in case
The me that’s
Righting escape
messages to you
Need to go their starting
to form groups
In the shadows
Categories:
clouts, poems,
Form: Free verse
New York times and Washington post, better watch
The reports in the columns you host, keep within any
Remit, for the wokesters wish to poke' specially those in
The big-house, who'll treat as serious any old joke'
Don't be tilting at thir windmills, or landing any clouts'
Being negative on e v's like 'just asking about? How
They go real dead in winter, blow a fuse in deeper floods'
Keep burning on' though fire brigade extinguishers run out
How their weight causes pot-holes how they belt hard other
Cars, that they're becoming liabiltys in the world
And here; both near and far.! Far be it from you to truth tell
Just remain within the lies..Keep on massaging those figures.'
All those 'old lockdown blighs' cause you really don't matter
Or your families and friends, you bury the corpses and
Press freedom.' even the intents.' You'll be part of the problem'
And you'll pay so very dear, when they draw up all the rules
Then you'll know.. 'you once; were free' free to save many
People and countries..The many lands you have sold out..You'll
Be colouring the pavements, fir there your talent you will tout.'
Categories:
clouts, appreciation, community, corruption, education,
Form: Rhyme
“The same came to Jesus by night, and said unto him, Rabbi, we know that thou art a teacher come from God: for no man can do these miracles that thou doest, except God be with him.” John 3:2 of the King James Bible
Miracles indeed smite woe and sorrow
Since the Almighty ignites hopeful glow
Emancipating me from grievous doubts
Surely showing triumph for tomorrow.
Having been conquered by miracles’ bouts
My heart gladly worships with praise-filled shouts
Holding on to Christ’s assurance of grace
Hoisted for divine freedom from guilt-clouts.
Thanking God for miracles midst life’s race
My faith propels me well, strongly to face
Grim realities that shatter great dream
Guarded against pangs of torturous space.
Tasting triumph due to miracles’ scream
My spirit trusts the Lord for service-beam
Watchfully reaching-out to ease pain’s blow
Sharing blessings, along provision stream.
July 22, 2023
2nd place, "Writing Challenge - M Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 7/23/2023.
Categories:
clouts, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form: Rubaiyat
Surmounting feelings of woe and sorrow
She seeks the Saviour along hopeful glow
Striving to discard shroud wrapping her doubts
Surely showing triumph for tomorrow.
Having indeed conquered depression bouts
Her heart smites melancholy with praise-shouts
Holding on to Christ’s assurance of grace
Hoisted for divine freedom from guilt-clouts.
Grateful to God for peace midst gloomy race
Gladly, faith propels her strongly to face
Grim realities that shatter great dream
Guarded against pangs of torturous space.
Winning now against grievous wistful scream
Will of hers trusts the Lord for service-beam
Watchfully reaching-out to ease pain’s blow
Withdrawn not, but wafting wise self-esteem.
Categories:
clouts, depression, encouraging, faith, feelings,
Form: Rubaiyat
Clouds turn to waves
I feel so close to him
See our sameness
our Madness and I wonder
as I climb
an unmistakable chain
of events whether My path
a collective effort
an anxious loneliness
avalanching - yet, I want to run
from responsibilities
caresses, from guilt
and from ordinary gardens, I want
what is possible within the
impossible to feel safe within
the danger of understanding me And loving him
The moment she will
free herself
from time and body Mind over matter
No longer feeling exposed
while naked on the bed
No longer feeling the clock or worrying about Dinner
The moment she stops running
and starts having a heart
to get what she wants while existence never fails
and places rack and ruin
The comfort to avoid pleasure
and stand by the window’s
light, to hug the curtain’s warmth while clouts turn to clouds
and black to powder green
Categories:
clouts, dark, fate, fear, hope,
Form: Free verse
COPLA DIECISIETE : This Bad Guy World
After-life: litmus of this life
Some know how to make us connive:
Make us repent?
So they console us in this life
By spiriting guilt while alive:
Pardon well spent?
Confess now to be made pure clean
Extreme unction frees you from doubts:
Who takes last step?
Bad guys all feel their wombs thus clean
Sin is sin: numbers don’t hold clouts:
Lone the last step!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
clouts, death,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Marley’s Warning
Much to do with shadow and ghastly renown,
Showing us all where we end up in the ground.
Rusty hinges, let swing old cemetery gates.
Their screeching is all you offer our debates
about how we will change, how we’ll do better
but attrition clouts not, the eternal bedder.
Ebenezer’s Volta
Show not the casket, show not the carriage.
I have not the time for dreams to disparage.
But you knell all the same, in your dingy cloak
Damn you, I am terrified, I’m starting to choke
Wake me from this horror, wake me from this dream
He got the better of me, “I’ll Change!” I scream
On the ground I wake, all is quiet, all is calm
I’m safe from that devil, my “humbug”, my alms
I’ve renounced my ingratitude, saved from the noose
On to make right, and buy old Cratchit a prize goose
Categories:
clouts, old, me, old,
Form: Rhyme
Delight of the night, light and the half lights
Cleft sensation grips the arch in fascination
Lips taunt the tips as they swell in ********.
Sizzles of heat, in sweat filled condensation.
Blush whisper the shadows as the love sighs.
Enticement moves the camber in eager flow
Bewitched, smothers her bodily lust to slow
Nipped bud, craves the finger touch to glow.
Limbs falter in wetness, gorged harsh captivity
Eyes waver to the lustful body in fusion bouts
Aromas fume to break again, in passion clouts
Tranquility surrenders to the taut thieving lout.
Categories:
clouts, love
Form: I do not know?