Oh, overseer of precious population
waterkeeper
'tis
wastewater
&debauchery
Mentor of well being
&human aid
our youth dying,
away with immunization
prominent denier
medicus defiance,
aegrotus, the child,
mentor what is your alliance?
even when he’s cut to pieces,
a true warrior is one who fights for a cause
he never abandons the battlefield
when injustice becomes law
resistance becomes duty
a true leader leads with strength
& compassion
this one hides & denies, lies
his soul they buy
ruling with his ancient alibies
how can you protect us
with helminths of your own,
our fate in your hands
what is this that commands?
conveyor of danger
binger of skepticism
& lost cause
begone, bygone
you are not,
food for thought
My instincts coincide
with what I believe my attributes to be
People,
no more directly
you indirectly
Influence
what I mean to me
How I tend to move
What I tend to see
Not all the time
does our light shine together
But our average of sunny
Shines through
And weeds out
What I know
stagnation to be
Premeditation at the beginning
We always dreamt
What our lives could be
What together our lives could mean
Marching by our own sound
But when in silence
Meditation is key
Marching band on our side
I know the director
The director….
that’s me
she was a dancing spirit
queen of joy
she entered the game room like a tornado
whirling with enthusiasm
none of us was younger than seventy-two
I know
because I am the baby resident
in this old people jail
she has pink hair! Gladys said
Gladys has never lived up to any part of her name
I was intrigued
What was this beauty doing here?
I am your new activity director, pink princess said
Happy days!
pepperishly lively
she brought the party
activity director
better than Vitamin B
Grumpy ones pretended not to like her
But the light in their eyes
unveiled their truth
And they were the eager ones
Watching the doorway on Tuesdays at two o’clock
Friendships, wordy scripts, cameras, microphones and venue blips. Call security, no need to be shirty, let's go again.. scene five, take thirty. Action. Cut. Time for tea. The bar is closed but coffee's free. The waiting patiently never ends. We chat we laugh. We're making friends. The brushes flash across my brow.. my shirt is steamed no creases now. As runners jog and sound men lean. I've learned my lines, we're quite a team.. with birthday Sue and sooty Dave.. the risks we take favour the brave. It's all been worth the sweat and tears, a hundred props of seventeen years. With actors, crew and faithful few. The final shots to rave review. A shout hooray and rapturous clap.
For Acting on Impulse.. it's a wrap x
1.Family tree me bapu ya chachu ki hasiyat say entry karvao.
2.Intruder honay kay bavajod family ka hisa ban jao.
3.Biological parents kay guzartay hi ladka ladki ko khalas.
4.Ab waris ban kay sari jama ponji lay uro.
5.Don level kay logon ki DG level kay afsaron say dosti.
Note.Every game has end and I am the end of your game.
Once on the stage
You have to forget
Your real self
And bound to play a new role
Stated in the script
Act in a way
Ordered by the director
To speak to some strangers
About a new mission
Enlightening peolple
Showering hopes on them
Which will only end as
A dream without tomorrow
For you
The actor
Number of recordings of someone knocking on wood
expected inside a coffin
Friday
Why pray
Thirteenth
Heard scream
Warning
Scorning
Drug use
Smug youths
Jason
Lays in
Waiting
Baiting
Silent
Violent
Slasher
Catch her
Smash in
Slash skin
Alice
Callous
Voorhees
Your seized
Fight back
Knife hack
Behead
Sheer dread
It’s dead
Wrists bled
Weary
Teary
Night mare
Fight scared
Sequel
Lethal.
By
David Kavanagh
My choir director
is a painter
a music stand her easel
the choir loft her frame
her canvas is the air
we breathe in
and synchronously exhale
Sixteen voices are her paints
organized by color palettes
low ebony hues down there
bright primary tones over here
complementary colors placed in between
the accompanist creates a background wash
under her attentive ear
Following her calling with tenacity and talent
her hands pirouetting like ballerinas
expressive decisive intentional
coaxing cohesive chorales
conversing with the rhythm
she paints a sacred symmetry of
sanctified synergy in sound
// for Janet, my beloved choir director and bride of 35 years //
written 2 Aug 2020
Decided to speak poetry
Words are painful
To not be hurt
Thought to be friends
Not to be in pain
Guess the revelation is not that powerful
To be terrified is understandable
Frightened too
Guess the Divine needs to convey
To transfer the truth
Certain women are having difficulty
Read their stories
Where is your compassion?
Did you not feel it too?
Higher power is you
Those women had, are having difficulties
Told the Divine not to be powerful
Mad or angry
Don’t be
The unborn are suffering inside
Women
Ladies
Mother
Can’t bear seeing her child suffering
Thought Humans needs to mirror the Divine
Ended unborn suffering
Tell Higher power the unborn are safe in heaven
The Divine wants to give women chance/choice to save themselves
Have pity on them
Population needs to hear the truth
To understand, discern, comprehend
To live harmoniously, peacefully
Calling the Divine
Hear the population
Unborn, living are suffering
Tell Higher power the truth
Written: 06172020
Poetry form: Dramatic Monologue
God is my Director toward the glorious future
Against challenges that may build up or torture…
He strengthens my faith for Scripture-anchored venture
Till I become His perfect creature!
God is my Director toward spiritual radiance
Against achievements that may cause arrogance or defiance…
He reveals my humility’s sincere appearance
Till I show Him my submissiveness of complete reliance!
God is my Director toward fruitful service
Against slothfulness that may speak of disinterest or malice…
He assesses my labour’s diligence as His divine edifice
Till I exert my best effort with righteous practice!
God is my Director* toward holy living
Against hypocrisy that may bring selfish glorying or guilty cleaving…
He rebukes my hidden motives needing His reproving
Till I present well-doing sacrifices worthy of His approving!
*2Thessalonians 3:5 And the Lord direct your hearts into the love of God, and into the patient waiting for Christ.
October 2, 2018
Limerick crochetés: Once Tamil Promotion Director
Once Tamil Promotion Director
Excised wise Japanese co-founder
Called him names like rogue thief
Set himself up as Chief
All Dravidian Tamil Editor
He posed as the Royal Ancestor
Even of the Chola* Emperor
Slave-drove workers in fief
Used savants make belief
Such the Tamil Highness Publisher
He caged talents the Money-Maker
Poised as Conference Organiser
Preyed on Buddhist belief
On Chan and Zen mischief
To lard his own family bunker
Ideas he plucked from the Other
Made as if he put up with bother
Tamils to lead as Chief
No matter what the grief
None see his pen as plagiariser
All helpers rough-rode he the Miser
Shed them shorn one after the other
Damn not this common thief
Just his penchant for Chief
For Tamil knowledge made he Server
[* The Chola dynasty (among other South-Indian reigns) of the 10th to 12th centuries C.E. extended Tamil culture and civilization over the better part of Sri Lanka and Southeast Asia without having recourse primarily to conquests and/or of maintaining colonies.]
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
With her hands poised and ready, she said, “I will see you at the end!”
Then like horses at the gate, the band would all jump in.
At ease directing classical, Sousa, or big band,
It was hang on to your seat, and get ready to jam!
She corrected wrong notes, intonation, and sometimes raised her voice.
Then the band would play it again, more carefully of course!
At practice she was firm, but liked to have fun.
She was quick of her wit, and rarely could be undone!
She put in many long hours behind the scenes,
Running the band like a well-oiled machine.
She loved her sister, her friends, and her dear pets.
It was a full life, and she had no regrets.
She made the music come to life on warm summer nights,
And friends would tap their feet to the melody in delight.
Keeping in line the flutes, the reeds, and the horns,
Carol Blake was the band director, a job for which she was born.
Camera Direction:
Start high above the city.
Focus on the crowd moving below between steel and glass.
Pull in closer,..closer,..closer.
Focus in, as best you can, on one person.
Male or female no preference.
Follow them for four blocks or so.
Observe for signs of life.
If nothing, move on to new subject.
Director's note:
Be sure to have extensive film on hand for this undertaking.
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