OF US AND TODAY’S JUXTAPOSED REALITY
The United States,
Separate and unequal?!
Democracy claimed:
Droned juxtaposed politics,
Claiming its profound greatness!
Injustice rising,
The nation, falling apart;
Bigotry reaping:-
We’re told to love it or leave:
Rather than fight against it:-
Where true love abides,
War and injustice can’t be:
Only, peace and love:-
Let us be as rooted trees,
Branches fruiting equity:-
Let us save our home:
Where love is, bigotry leaves,
And unity grows.
Let’s be the home of the brave,
And a land of peace and love:-
Things going the way they are going, is really not good;
For today, things are not going the way they really should:-
Politics is, and will always be, about power and political control;
And today’s politicians are musky mongers, both young and old:-
Time for us to be about going and getting things as they ought to be;
Particularly with the oppressive ways things are trumping on you and me:-
Now is the time for us to be going about us no longer being droned,
By today’s Oppressor Syndrome, having us destroying ourselves and home:-
We can, and must survive, how oppressive things are going on today;
Thus, over the coming years, let’s be about bringing liberation our way:-
Of these things going on today, being united, we have survived worse;
Today, united and aware, let’s get to being about eliminating today’s curse:-
Hey, crying about things being the damn way they are today, is one thing;
Not doing anything about the way they ought to be, is a damn shame:-
Let’s stop going about insulting our ancestors in a “do nothing” shameful way,
And get on to doing what we need to be doing to halt this oppression of today!
The yellow neon sign casted a glow upon his chiselled cheekbones as the bustling sounds of a city that never slept droned on.
He carried his troubles with him, like a worn out cloak, weighing him down in his every step. His mind was entwined in a thorny thicket.
He has been haunted and bewildered since his introduction to her in a smoky speakeasy.
She was a siren shadow amongst strangers of the night, whispering his name in the breeze, intoxicating his psyche with a tempestuous flame.
She entangled him in a perilous dance, playing a game of chance.
Their encounters were like unbridled wildfires. She captivated him, consuming his soul with her potent allure. He felt engulfed, delicate as a feather in a storm, swept away by her force.
However he was a moth enticed by a relentless flame, she incinerated his dreams and made him feel hopeless. In the end, he succumbed to the hounds of disassociated reality.
His story concluded in tragedy, leaving his loved ones cries to echo through the empty streets of a heartless city.
The first TV was small, red, and Russian.
The first TV was a brown coffin with a small eye.
The first TV was institutionalized
it lived behind bars, it was white and black
and always mad about its watchers.
The first Tv made whole families kneel before it,
our ears pinned to its tin-can speaker.
The first TV was creamy and plastic
it had a helicopter heart. The first TV
had an alien child. it was party-colored and round
like a bubblecar in a spacesuit.
Now we are men, and even females
can flip a hundred channels with one narrow wrist.
Yet the windows are locked,
and doors are buttons for beer guts,
keyboards cloned,
fingers and thumbs drugged and droned,
in a Japanese dream.
The first TV hangs around our necks;
a fish-eyed tank in the dead center
of our echoing minds,
its inward probing eye
waiting for all of us to be the first
to crawl into it.
I heard a relaxation tape
That’s meant to help you sleep,
Its soothing tones enticing you
To slumber, sans the sheep.
A female voice suggested
That you focus on your day,
Especially on upbeat things
Encountered on your way.
Think back on all the foods you ate,
The veggies and the fruit,
Reflecting on where they were grown
And where they went en route.
Next concentrate on someone who
Brings joy and makes you smile
And hopefully your eyes will close
Or start to, in a while.
The disembodied voice droned on,
Releasing to the void
Suggestions which may work for some,
But just made me annoyed.
As I kneel down to this great monolith a black rectangle tablet has droned in through boundless space. My eyes rose with tears precipitating. A blinking of coup d'œil of a great being calling as an adherent red glowing goo comes trickling down my chin and neck from the bottom of my lip. For I see the birth of an old universe beyond invisible walls. and god calling was an earless wolf serpent with many quills and arms.
the daily news droned on and on
as hope gave way to gloom
every ray of sunshine doused
by raindrops spitting fumes
war and murder everywhere
no part of earth untouched
I pulled my hood up over my head
the burden was too much
Never have i ever seen a day with
Much more gloom
If I gave a damn i would say that
I am a perfect imperfection anyone
Could know. born of unpleasant
Circumstances
Growing up i liked to chase birds
From my fire escape when we
Lived in the city when I grew old I
Shamed to etch the momentary
Themes in life. All of the mile
Stones passed me by.
As I passed one hundred years I
Knew death by name.
The grim Repear some would whisper
Caring not for their day. I
Maneuvered all precautions not
To let him in, my friend. he was cunning.
he was the one that didn't let me out of
My flower filled casket. It was
Then that I took my final bow. My
Number was up.
The grim Repear was there searching
For the next victim of their final
Fate. Can't escape death he
Sneered as he leered when they
Carefully lowered me entombed
Be at peace one said. Live
Cautiously for death rules this
Catastrophic plateau droned the
Wisdom of the preacher
2135,
Crest Hill Drive,
In the summer of ‘79,
We arrived,
stifling heat,
Sandburs in our feet,
At Joseph Keels,
I started 3rd grade,
After school,
In the street we played
Cicadas droned all night,
Bats chased insects at twilight,
Gamecocks weren’t very good,
But Atop college football,
George Rogers stood,
Flea market every Sunday,
To try and make ends meet,
The tragedy of suicide,
Of the man across the street,
Such are my memories of,
2135,
Crest Hill Drive
JEV
I looked past the priest and saw auntie and grandma.
They were cuddled, holding each other up.
Grandma being Catholic was wearing her purple scarf.
Even though Daddy’s funeral was outside, a priest was here.
Auntie Maria was holding her red umbrella.
It was sprinkling, of course.
It always sprinkles during a D’agosto funeral.
Ask any D’agosto and they will admit this.
Behind my relatives I saw a younger lady bent over flowers.
She was touching them in a delicate, respectful, lovely way.
Marigolds and carnations. I thought I might see her face, but didn’t.
The priest droned on. He was trying to save us.
Everyone seemed to wear flowers today, lots of calicos and cottons.
I was wearing a plain black dowdy dress chosen by my mother.
I saw Daddy behind the flower lady. He waved before he disappeared.
I was only six but I have always remembered that last moment with him.
Teeth chattering like monkeys
She went on and on
Clicking and clacking in ears that had
Turned sorrowful and disappeared into
No man’s land
Teeth chattering like monkeys
The words spewed forth
Snapping and barking in the air where
many dreams died a natural death
The promise land never promising this
Teeth chattering like monkeys
The monologue droned in triplicate
Underneath the backs of others
the students began texting with
bright happy cell phones
Teeth chattering like monkeys
The professor’s tirade kept on the track
With a click and a clack
as the rails fell into the bowels of .....
and still she had no clue
IMP-EACH-MENT-AIR-DITTY - II
Coast-Guard droned and whined striding on Beach
« Who dares to teach me how to close breach ?
Hand over the saddles !
I’ll dump them in puddles !
No-one , I say, rides bareback on Leech ! »
Peach of a Teach lay bareback on Beach
Counting on four bets to counter Leech
« What if Coast-Guard turns coat ?
Calls no bets after vote ? »
Who’s to reach for reins to saddle Leech ?
Hocus-Pocus ! POTUS ! Teach Impeach !
Who rules as Leech trots on beyond reach ?
Now we have hung Jury
ImPeachMentAlIty
No more bets, please ! Beseech not Teach to preach !
Leech filly chairs G-20 ! O ! Screech !
Vice-POTUS heifer draws 50G bleach !
High stakes family fun
The World is a top spun !
Will POTUS filly rule from the new breach ?
(c) T.Wignesan - Paris, January 15, 2020
unsung songs of the
hummingbird as it beats its
wings every droned tune
2020 January 10
i tried
to give
you a
ring
but the
phone
droned
on and
i like
a fool
filled
my ears
with con
tinuous
ringing
Angela stumbled
into the darkened lecture hall 20 minutes late
and slid into a seat in the back.
Down below the professor was talking near a lighted screen.
In the auditorium students were taking notes, emailing, or texting.
Adjusting her eyes to the darkness
Angela squinted at the screen
and scolded herself for having forgotten her glasses.
Get a grip, Angela said to herself,
this is only the first day of class.
As the professor droned on and on she felt lost.
Maybe this was a mistake she thought to herself.
After a while, Angela must have fallen asleep
because suddenly the lights came up
and everyone began moving.
While collecting her things she overheard students behind her
discussing the professor’s lecture on British literature.
Somewhat relieved, Angela realized she had been in the wrong class.
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