Ere Kyser
was Kaiser
or Söze
the records
a german
germaine
an immigrant
they granted him
a pass
some eight generations past
first, depressing
later, repressing
regressing
turning generational curse to blessing
and now messing
and fiddling
with rhyming and riddling
for an extended verbal stint
roger that
with another Jeff
and all the
usual suspects
Still solitary and Alone
But glimpsed I
heavan's door
Took me thru Love's fierce triple flame
walked me up the aisle
To white force twin flame fusion
Ascending evermore
Twined in delicious serving union
All of earth enclosed
But this is borrowed only
Not my true flame twin
He is another's fate
So he pushed me thru the 7th gate
Now I lie crumpled on the ground
singed in heart's furnace
I am changed forever
and still Alone.
A crippled, tattered
almost phoenix thing
I limp to take up my saviour
role again
A broken ascended heart
takes pen and ink
To mend and harmonise
the things that do not rise
St Germaine, my friend?
You taught me well
and again I seek
the once and future king
Turn my eyes from heavan's door
this one so close to all
I ever saw.
Father I have done so many things that displeases you.
I have said things that made me appear so brand new
But my heart still remains humble though my mind is out of range.
Am I too far gone, or is there still hope for a change?
The seasons come and go thats the same with people.
Blessings come and go but its not the same with evil
Can you hear my cry? let it not go in vain
And if you see my heart then let it direct my brain.
Let me be lead by your cause and not because of greed.
My wait seems endless, while the weight is more than I need.
Now pain has no life while I gaze through my pane.
Do I appear different, or am I the same?
Is my heart still humble, or is it reacting strange?
See me for who I am and not what I've become.
Help me to see people and not what they have done.
My actions may stumble while my heart remains humble
So if I am out of range then I only need you in my life to stop acting strange.
By: Germaine Thompson
Would Joan of Arc be a post office clerk
In the year of two thousand and four?
And Lady Godiver, if we could revive her
Would she mop the kitchen floor?
These heros of history, make my lifestyle a mystery
Such women we shouldn’t ignore
So well in my thirties, with hand cream and nappies
I went down on my knees, despite the dog’s fleas
For a Wonderbra, a fancy new car
And a job that would take me far
Now I’m totally weary, yet it seemed fine in theory
To split myself in two . . . as you do!
But I feel like a martyr, this lark’s a non-starter
And I blame Bodacea and Germaine Greer
For this deep-rooted need to have a career
Limerick: Once Miss Swiss wanted to make cake with cheese
Once Miss Swiss wanted to make cake with cheese
So she bought a cow, a dog and some geese.
The dog ate the gander
Geese laid no eggs for her,
So she locked the cow up in the deep freeze.
She called up her cousin in the French Alps
Through melodious yodeling yelps.
French cousine long in bed
Kept boiling her own blood,
So she blew the long mountain horn for help(s).
Her cousine germaine, a stout dairy maid
Answered her urgent melodic raid:
“Put the dog in manger,
Let cow sup in anger!”
Eh presto! Milk turned to holed-cheese sans aid!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Church Bells
Once I lived in a charming English village, near
an ancient church, every Sunday morning
on my only day off, the bloody bells chimed.
Thought I saw a woman cycling to mass in
the mist, and it wasn´t Germaine Greer.
When Muslims ruled Andalusia, they tolerated
Christians, but a poet of that time -Ibn Baqi-
circa 1059 1112, wished they wouldn´t clang
bells so hard waking him up when air was cool,
sleep sweet and his Christian mistress had to
get up and go to mass. So far nothing has
changed, dear Ibn Baqi, the bells keep on tolling
With a whispering sigh,
I feel your kiss caress my lips
My heart begins to race,
as I place my hands on your hips
Longingly my body craves,
the gentle touching of your fingertips
Touch me here, touch me there,
Moaning softly I feel your hands begin to slip
Across my neck and down my back,
Enjoying the frenzy as our clothes rip
Onto the bed we slowly lay,
You the ocean, and I the ship
Beads of passion begin to cascade,
As we are joined together on this climactic trip
Our quickened hearts both beat as one,
Infused together in loves most fierce grip
An arousingly poetic collab with the one and only Germaine Pasley ;)) 6/16/12
From being stewed here
Together in life's spiced pot
We begin to share
The orthographic phoneme
But i think still more germaine
Origin of dust
Denominator common
Yet with meaning lost
Until the grave dust us, we
Single note in time's hist'ry
When the pot begins
To sing again, blending us
Soul and mission sweet
Single soup of harmony
Stirring tastebuds to exult
All consonants one
All vowels an accent change
All emotions merged
For we feel and die as man
We live but as creation
Let need arrange us
Into semantic desire
Love is motion in fire
The candle burning to deliver
Giver singing for lover
ii
D for dream I choose
Recluse imagination shines
Emitting echoes
Ancestral harmony sweet
Meaning in song, dance in feet.
If I were a statue
made of glass from the sea
Would you gaze upon the shards
to see my inner beauty
I would stand up tall, gaze longingly
At the sun on your face,
bright as stars could be
A frozen form, glistening lovingly
Caress me slowly there is no hurry
Yield to the cracks of times great fury
Every facet, every shine, with all its beauty
This statue made of treasure, glass from the sea
*And another beautiful Collab with Germaine Pasley* 6-10-12
ANGEL NEIGHBOR
When I think of goodness and unusual presence
I recall just one name – Mr. Germaine
Our next door neighbor, just a common man
Just a man, but one fulfilling some celestial plan
In those childhood years we never knew him to anger
But always with a smile, and time to talk a while
He had a little dog. Its name was Jelly Bean
Just a pup, but the most angelic pup we’d ever seen
When I think of innocence, absence of ‘mean’
I always think of seeking, petting Jelly Bean
There are some men who sing praise, profess their faith, their love
Call on the Lord, fold hands, point blue skies above
But then, every now and then, there are these angel men,
Just their loving selves, both early and late
A mystery to all how they radiate
When life is spinning out side your mind,
and you find yourself soul searching for the truth inside.
Look on ahead to the left, right and a little bit behind
Then get ready to embrace the change, or just let it ride.
For the day may come when you let your guards down
And the pain in your heart is all that's left to be found
Your soul will feel like only but a whisper in the wind
With this one chance for you, to start over again
You will then be ready to listen with your heart from deep within
Wanting with a feeling to be free, you will then be able to begin
Take a breath of fresh mental air and exhale your troubles away
Open your mind and listen with care, to what your heart has to say
Love and peace are the beauty, coming from within thee
Share them with the world and all that you see
Give yourself a chance to embrace and never to deny
All the world has to offer you,then let your spirit fly
*A beautiful collab with Germaine Pasley* :o)
Dan Kearley:3-2-12
The whole Truth and nothing but the Truth
The jokes on you, I was fine
Just keep it real, that's my line
Little did u know
It's part of my flow
From this game I do resign.
Every word from my pink lips
There Were no mistaken slips
I never once felt love
No wish from God above
I played you with all my tips
hate the player hate the game
No matter it's all the same
The one biggest lie
I'm sure u will cry
You've only yourself to blame
Germaine Pasley
Out of all the relationships I’ve ever been in, few really ever knew me.
Just bits and pieces rehashed, concocted and dispensed from;
A world I know as the files from my performing arts.
But with you it’s different because you’re so damned pretty.
I tell myself to stay Germaine when I’m around you but;
As soon as I set my eyes on you I lose track.
I’m moved by feelings I can’t even name.
You probably know what I mean don’t you;
Younger days and different faces where the blood flowed so thick;
And passion was so hot it set your body on fire,
Ah but the kicker; the ace in the hole; the crux of the biscuit with you;
And moves me most even more then the probable thrill of your kiss is;
It’s all of you that has made my heart beat irregular rhythms;
And that I’ll always remember.
The winds of happiness blew a smile upon my face
It's warm breeze kissed my lips as I surrenderd to its embrace
The flowers surrounding us hugged my heart with their early rise
Laying with my love in peaceful bliss we gazed across the sunlit skies
A pillow like cloud rolling past causes a gentle sunshine rain
There's laughter in my voice as we decide to race the wind in vain
With our hearts beating fast we stop to rest underneath a tree
Embracing with sighs and tender kisses,from my love to me
This day my love will stay forever in my heart and mind
Knowing that a love like ours will never be easy to find
If I could remember a day this would be the one I long to see
A perfect day running through the fields,my forever love and me
A collaboration with Germaine Pasley :o)
Dan Kearley:12-21-11
when your darkest hour grows bleak
when your strongest breath grows weak
when you cant find any relief from the pain
when you wish for sun and only get rain
when your only prayer is done in vain
when your time has come to leave this plane
when you refuse to move from your own hell
when you deal with the devil your soul to sell
......
remember me and my love so strong
remember me and where you belong
remember us and our laughter to tears
remember us and erase your fears
remember me and keep your head high
remember me and I'll help you fly
remember us and all the joy we shared
remember us and that I've always cared
......
If you ever forget our love is true
remember me, and I'll remind you
**Germaine Pasley** sometimes we forget how much we mean to each other. I hope this poem is a subtle reminder to be thankful for our loved ones and never take them for granted, always always always remind them how much they are loved.
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