Time of change, years ago
Since then life's bittersweet
Cold seeped into my life force
This engendered great remorse.
History coloured many days
Odd wondrous moments enjoyed
Benjamin Disraeli kissed my hand
His charm I managed to withstand.
Was presented at Russian court
Dressed in white my favour's sort
More than a few felt tempted to bite
Kept my fangs well out of sight.
My likeness painted by Vermeer
Gossamer veil so very sheer
Such dedication to his art
Sadness felt when we did part.
Bonaparte, Corsican upstart
Eventually exiled to Elba
Dined on him, his blood so thin
Clear to me he would not win.
Music was constant delight
Dinner with Mozart, one dark night
He was oblivious to fond farewell
Decided to look up Raphael
Life of change, one wish denied
Should love to turn back time
Not possible - it's torture for me
So many people would disagree.
12th November 2012
Updated 21st January 2014
Resurrected 26/07/2021
Title change from Nomad to Vampire
Time does indeed really fly. It seems only yesterday I had fun with this write.
Corsican sand
on the Rio Grande
Simon Bolivar weeps
the night asleep
Renegade cycles
hogs gone mild
Gehinnom's Mayor
Timothy Leary's child
Zebras abound
in Peppermint Land
Alan Ginsberg howls
from primal jowls
Leopold Bloom
did not predict ZOOM
Cosmic collisions silent
without Daniel Boone
Country music
Mix in Ragtime
from Alexander's Band
to Motown Rhyme
Andy Warhol's mind
spilled out in soup cans
Campbell's pork and beans
Welsh Rarebit also-ran
When free association
Met psychic gestalt
The resultant metastasis
Petered out beneath salt
Stream of Consciousness is out
New Age Meaninglessness is sin
Wherever Narcissism reigns
Foot Worship rushes in
The best poems at night
often come unbidden
J. Cricket fervently wished
This one hadn't been written
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXIII
IF ever I had a country re-made by the Revolutionary
And if ever I were that Corsican Napoleon who appropriated the Apollonian sanctuary " gymnase " and the " lycée "
I'd let no fifteen-to-eighteen year old lycéen or lycéenne barricade the portals of their holier than holy Athenian lycée to camp on rubbish bins en grasse matinée
Luscious objects of voyeurism for the highly titillated TV-public and the uniformed police and grande armée
But, believe me, I'd stuff these nubile kids in the plastic garbage cans and seal them all air-tight with searing burners, yes, Sirée
And then let their cohorts yellow-jacket teachers all products of the Sexual Revolution generation torch the bins and choke in the resulting chemical fumée
Yes, Sirée, that's what the present Philosopher-King ought to do before he too joins or already joined the ranks of the revolutionary sexually-emancipated lycée
And even if I never ever were tutored in no lycée blessed by Apollo of Lykeios in gaie migrant-purée Paris
© T. Wignesan - Paris, December 8, 2018
The Corsican was never really Gallic.
The Austrian was not remotely Prussian.
Jugashvili (let's put this in italics)
could not be, in a month of Sundays, Russian.
The point of Communism is, it's global,
or else it's nothing. Swimming or it's dead,
like sharks, it fans out (kind of like Chernobyl).
Like peanut butter, it was made to spread.
This in-one-country nonsense once held sway
(Archangel, all the way to Kazakhstan),
but when he died, his system blew away,
as do all systems centred on one man.
Napoleon's snowball stopped with "Viet Cong".
The wonder is, it lasted quite so long.
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 16
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
Must People cast votes to elect block Parties
Athenians all took part in vox populi
Founding Fathers of Great America Party
Chief Washington revolution guaranties
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
Corsican blood runs blue in French royalty
Scottish rites oath govern secret warranties
Athenians all took part in vox populi
Politicos Police legal fraternity
Avarice cruelty sexualities
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
No vote counts for individuality
All is grist to Big Money incongruities
Athenians all took part in vox populi
Will Grand Architect of Universality
Show his true face from behind inanities
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
Athenians all took part in vox populi
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
How could such a man with diminutive stance,
be the leader of all the armies of France?
A little dictator ruling with a strong arm,
he will be exiled to where he can do no harm.
This leader is considered impetuous and frantic.
He plunged the continent into war like a maniac.
His forces were constantly on the attack.
He is bound for St. Helena in the South Atlantic.
Once overbearing with loquacious vehemence,
this Corsican is now our prisoner with reticence.
Talking to nobody while preferring isolation,
his impulsive military actions ruined his nation.
Although it was for only about a hundred days,
how he regained power was something to amaze.
I have been given orders while anchored out here.
No boats with curiosity seekers shall come near.
He has been handed over to us for his arduous journey.
The HMS Bellerophon is considered unseaworthy.
I have received word that he is now in our hand.
We shall set sail for the south on the Northumberland.
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