You my soul is the very essence of who I am.
You rule my head, heart, and emotions-
I remain trapped in your pulse.
You are my teacher, lover, and guiding light.
Allowing me to function in the highest form as-
I taste your truth.
Setting the ground rules and direct my personality.
You dictate my behaviour, creating my inner being-
I am the asylum of your ache.
Although you keep me under a tight rein
While you release any negativity or opposition I may bear like-
Verses in the Ash
You remain my free spirit, allowing connection to others.
Embracing all the goodness and beauty within my surroundings.
You forgive, love, and continue to guide me through my unique existence.
Upon my death you my soul, I will release into infinity to -
Where orchids dream
I am my soul.
The NRA now support schools
That lay down some basic ground rules
Their Assault Rifle Class
Ensures students will pass
Since vaccinations are for fools
A girl watched a boy take a pee
And said, "You should do that like me!"
The little tot
Then took a squat
As the boy (of course) cheered, "Oui! Oui!"
An occurrence that exists in
all walks of our life's happenstances
Some will cheer for you, others
give you despicable glances,
Still others, as here, deride you in comments.
It's a place people work for...filled
with lack of sleep!
It becomes a me against you event,
Now why is that?
People are joyful to rise like a eagle!
Only to insulted by those not here
for poetry at all.
They remind me of angry beagles.
Cyberbullies jump out at you.
I have had it here with infants having
tantrums.
Worse .....you bruise poet souls.
Most of us know who you are.
Comments are for supporting not
cutting any Poet's throat.
It's in the ground rules here but some
of you do not know it.
If you don't like another because of
religious views or political views, do
not read their poetry. Period!
Keep hate out of comments, it's the
kindest thing you can do.
Hate builds no prestige or poetry
at all.
Worst of all it makes you pin size
small.
Just leaves you alone, howling!
With a smirk..The lone, nasty oddball!
Panagiota Romios
4/30/2019
11:45pm PST
My mum was my greatest friend
stuck by me through thick and thin
in my late 20s, she passed away
this knocked me right on my chin
She left ground rules for me
to live by so my eyes to see
18 months later the love of my life
Jean took flight to heaven above
married bliss for a sweet 10 months
now single again life can be tough
In those times the Lord touched my soul
drew me to Himself made me whole
(The loss of my mother and my first wife Jean within space of 18 months in 1981/82 was mighty hard at the time but the good Lord brought me through and in looking back be grateful for His grace and mercy to me. I've now been very happily married to Christine for 28 years.)
Choreography’s Turkish Delight
On sediment at the bottom of the cup of societies
drags of dis-enfranchised masses are waiting for a
trickle from the leaks of luxury founded on coffee
planted on wealthy soil and pittances from labour
Reading the ground rules from a chalice turned
upside down and upright once more the fortune
told and retold providence destined is unchanged
its café royal remains a future chained to the past
The coffee knows what lies ahead no clairvoyance no
Tarot palm lines crystal balls psychic power needed
on the menu of the human condition's commandments
suspended the puppet master is still written in the stars
Strings attached Jo and Joan will always feed on scraps
and they are strung to grinding bones and soul to the
core while exuding aroma of sweat blood and tears so
that porcelain sheltered charm infuses delight for the few
In hypocritical slurps I write to the tune of my coffee and
choreography remains until the revolution comes in vain
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 24
Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace
And in private plot the ruin spurn another’s faith
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece
Zoroastrians Zen-Buddhists Jains Taoists
Do they seek to adorn other faiths in wreath
Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace
Declare there’s just ONE GOD when put in tight squeeze
Why then cling on for life on one’s own blind faith
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece
No believer conditioned by birth will release
Supremacy of his another’s not to loath
Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace
Look How religions flourish in locked inland seas
Once kings renounce or conquerors ram down faith
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece
And think why the ONLY GOD does not want peace
The Creator sets the ground rules in good faith
Shout it hoarse on mountains how gods stand for peace
Do all voices hark to one and same mouth-piece
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
How much longer do I keep playing games?
I thought this was over and done.
I'm not sure I can keep this going
I know I should have cut and run.
I seem to have gotten a little confused
the ground rules seem unclear.
I'm not sure I know what I want
or where I go from here.
I say my prayers for some clarity
in the hope I can see some sense
I try to make decisions
no more sitting on the fence.
It's one thing knowing what must be done
it's another to want to start
but going round in circles
wrecks havoc with mind and heart.
I just hope the light goes on
so I can clearly see my way
but something seems to pull me back
and this game again I play
Setting ground rules
Mind tabulates
Sorting rocks from emeralds
One day the sky breaks-
Tabula rasa!
Some one out there please help me.
This is not real for I am only sixteen this can’t be.
The nightmare began on a beautiful summer day.
I pleaded and begged until I got my way.
A white lie was told.
Helping friends move a truck to unload.
They gave me the ground rules.
I walked away thinking they were the fools.
Riding around in the car as a passenger feeling so proud.
We were all talking, laughing and the music playing so loud.
Some of us were smoking and drinking just a few.
Everyone started acting goofy as teenagers do.
All of once the crash happened before we knew.
There were screams heard, people and objects flew.
Everything is dark I can’t see.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t breathe
Their words echoes, the doctors said I died.
My loved ones I heard them all cry.
It was just a little white lie, to have a little bit of fun you know.
Everything is pitch black, where did everyone go?
Please I beg of you help me make this nightmare end.
Forgive me it was a lie to spend time with friends.
Wait, wait don’t leave me.
I am not dead; I am only sixteen this can’t be.
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