Somewhere in Russia there’s a pond
Blotched with the duckweed spots
It seems a middle of beyond
Although it might be not
A frog was sitting on a leaf
And then it jumped away
Perhaps it sensed a sign of whiff
Or anything that may
Disturb and interfere the frog’s
Criterias of peace
Another frog jumped on the log
To listen to the breeze
Somewhere in Russia there’s a rush
About the stones I throw
Into the water, for a splash
The fishes mind to blow
They dash to get a food to eat
Which aggravates my guilt
Cause its a stone instead of treat
That falls down to the silt.
Categories:
duckweed, 10th grade, dark, games,
Form: Rhyme
Out in the field is a bed of chicory,
down along the ditch, wild hydrangeas grow.
Dandelions in the yard are quite tasty,
so is the duckweed by the side of the road.
Wild lettuce, lamb’s quarter, and some wild onions,
there’s watercress, fennel, grape leaves, and cherries.
We also have mallow, milkweeds, oxtails, chives,
Chanterelle mushrooms, morels, and blackberries.
Along with sassafras, raspberries, and more,
you’ll have a lunch that will make your stomach sing.
God bless all of nature’s wonderful bounty,
providing an Ozark meal fit for a king.
Categories:
duckweed, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Ripples flow across the lake
A profusion of serpents swimming
Wriggling from shore to shore
Skimming stone takes four hops
causing rings to widen
Circles created by the hand of man
kerplunk, splish and splash
Dragonfly perched on a cattail
flitting its wings in the air
making shadows that look like lace
Sunlight highlights them like prisms
sparkling in the peak of twilight
A frog jumps from a driftwood stump
half submerged among duckweed
Swirls of undulating wavelets
Wind driven movements
Riffling the surface
catch my eye
expanding ripples displayed
ripples across the lake
Categories:
duckweed, environment, nature,
Form: Free verse
~We used to stalk frogs together..
I'd tell her that in every pond
there was a frog king
who wears a duckweed crown..
Every time we spotted one
she'd whisper
"daddy is that the king
with the duckweed crown?"
and every time I'd whisper yes.
She's all grown up now..
a little lost (like most)
hopping amidst frosted lily pads
one heartbeat above the water line..
a thinning soul dodging teeth
still searching for a frog king
with a emerald crown~
Categories:
duckweed, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Experiencing trials and hardships along the way,
For four years I’ve witnessed the truce in full play.
The nation’s at stake as the willow catkins in a gale,
My life is the drifting duckweed hit by rain or hail.
The defeat at the Panic Beach panics me constantly;
Passing the Lonely Bay, I feel even more lonely.
Who has ever survived his death since antiquity?
May my brave heart mark the history with loyalty.
(tran.)
Categories:
duckweed, patriotic, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
Villanelle : Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris
Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris
Vesuvius sank isle strung duckweed in Mid-Sea
Tectonic plates clash Zeus’ curse sinks Atlantis
Tough talk across Atlantic makes Olympus hiss
Triumphant magnate tandem with pale Yin on knee
Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris
No Plato to lament holy Lost Angeles
Split through Grand Canyon guts out at New Jersey
Tectonic plates clash Zeus’ curse sinks Atlantis
Meru’s father stomachs no campaign mudsling blitz :
« Stop the la-di-da now or I’ll make you float free ! »
Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris
« Let Minerva win or I’ll split Oval Office !
I’ll not say it again : You’ll lose Land of Free ! »
Tectonic plates clash Zeus’ curse sinks Atlantis
No curse worse than what shatters Olympus bliss
« Come to your senses now : Trump card will make you flee ! »
Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris
Tectonic plates clash Zeus’ curse sinks Atlantis
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
duckweed, allegory, america, destiny, freedom,
Form: Villanelle
The new tomatoes were
Little bumps
On the
Vine
Showing off to the
Universe
Before sundown
On the fourth of
July
Waiting for the
Celebration
To begin
Duckweed choked
The pond
Set back in the
Woods
Baby
Painted Turtles
Full of hope
Sunning on an exposed
Log
Heads snorkeled
Towards the
Diaphanous
Crescent moon
Vinelike tree limbs
Trellised the
Surface
Scum
Stretching
Glassine algae
Like a smoky
Haze
Clinging
To the
Underworld
Gripping
My
Stare
Never
Letting
Go
07/04/14
Categories:
duckweed, art, universe,
Form: Lyric
Villanelle : There are more poets than there are poems
There are more poets than there are poems
Eveybody writes with some poets’ tongue
Do duckweed and mugwort breed well in loams
If only those who teach could write poems
The world will be spared many gasps in lung
There are more poets than there are poems
And there’d be less of those who push poems
And even less of those who parse the tongue
Do duckweed and mugwort breed well in loams
Who says this be damned ever in dungeons
Let billions rant and rage in their own tongue
There are more poets than there are poems
Words mean what they seem beyond their poems
To hell with those who demean words with dung
Do duckweed and mugwort breed well in loams
Every human has a right to write poems
As every bird empties its sing-song lung
There are more poets than there are poems
Do duckweed and mugwort breed well in loams
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
duckweed, poems,
Form: Villanelle
bright blue forget-me-nots
speckle lime green duckweed.
golden willow leaves
crisp against the black water.
the whisper of winter's breath
rises just beyond the cat-tails.
Categories:
duckweed, nature,
Form: Light Verse
when we fall from our idle tongues
to the traveling tracks of virgin drums
and conclude our moist lips,
to the odorous of angelic bird-songs.
all to be our own little tinkering saga,
sailing over the alpha and omega.
chance evident if innocent,
loose hands trickle the magnificent,
as the spider spins and spins her cobweb
to catch the stars of pure hearts
so they can everlastingly shine and be tied
and be cited by those who lost their steed,
for they loved with swords on duckweed.
so if you glimpse skyward to assert,
may all burdens and afflicts avert
that the tinkering saga can exert to concert,
in your heart, so all can be beautifully art
and you can depart blithely from tears
to the stars of pure hearts.
Categories:
duckweed, forgiveness, happiness, hope, imagination,
Form: Free verse