Goodbye! Goodbye!
Father, we buried you today
in a wicker casket
wherein bones of Mother lay.
Laid to rest upon her
as the guest of honour
together once more to stay.
Goodbye! Goodbye!
I read the eulogy that I wrote
but in a final regret
the words stuck in my throat.
Then sang my heart
"How Great Thou Art"
and now I write my footnote.
Goodbye! Goodbye!
It’s time for my closing verse.
How long the years
that bless and unkindly curse,
till in a black wagon
our sorry a-rse draggin’
we get to flat ride in a hearse.
Farewell! Farewell!
For most of us the one day
we get to ride in a big
chauffeur driven limo
is the one day you're DOA!
Now old and wearied
alas my father just buried!
1921 ~ 2014
Written: October 2014
May my poems in their entirety
live on beyond my notoriety.
But I sure don’t wanna
be the guest of honour
at the Dead Poet’s Society!
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : XIII
If you pull a lean long face
Each day in fear of the next Saturday
Time to tone down High C voice in Elysée Palace
Yellow Jackets are closing in on the Champs Elysées
Then if you insist on pulling that lone long face
Just think on what could happen on Bastille Day
Guest of Honour Outre Atlantique might pull your face
If sacré Fourteenth of July fell on a Yellow Saturday
Now if you cannot prevent pulling that lone long face
On the pretext your corporate tax cuts benefit the lay
You should've first laid out your plans to the populace
And obtained their consent by referendum if you may
No use pulling a lone long lean face
When Yellow Jackets choke the roads and railway
Time to move house to the Versailles Palace
And there reign as Monarch of all you survey
But if you must keep pulling that lone long face
Best to follow in footsteps of itchy-foot Corsican's Grande Armée
Take to the Chunnel set up House in Buckingham Palace
Before Brexit gets pulled off by plucky Santa Theresa May
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 8, 2019
Who will be the Master of ceremony?
When all planets come to celebrate together
Bells ringing without pause
Telling a story far beyond imagination,
To create palpable feeling,
And incite the search for greater wisdom
Who will be the Master of ceremony?
When change finally leads to eternal change
Who will be the guest of honour?
The night all animals meet to sing together
Unity marking beginning beyond the end, and
History rewritten with message of hope and peace
Who will be the first to raise hand?
For the revival of Garden of Eden,
To a stage it was before,
The day sins became winners
Tell me, Who is there at the center?
When clouds assemble for rain
Who sign the final order?
When winter goes away, and
Spring coming to revitalize lives
Whose writing will be?
When the last words appear on the sky
Who will be?
The second day of the Chinese New Year
Tradition has it say
That the son in law visits
His mother in law
Guest of honour on this day
She treats him like a king
When time to go back home
Gives him two lotus lanterns
One red and one white alone
Time of the lantern festival
At home when with his wife
He hangs them at end of bed
Lights them with a candle, to be read
If the White one burns out first
A Boy they will be blessed
If the Red one burns out first
A girl will grace the nest
This tradition is dying out a shame is what I say
The son in law has a right to be the guest this day
Cos mother in law always says she is right
To be second best one day is an internal fight
First rhythm to the beat:
Being honest
Next guest of honour:
Purpose
Following the morning after:
Self-awareness and courage
Break for freedom:
The musician strikes a cord
And echoes the universe it's glorious Love song
Can it be as hard as this?
A struggle of thoughts and feelings arises,
Not ever seeing a resolution,
Assessing the options that offer perhaps a brighter existence,
Weighing every pro and con against the alternative but always considering other’s feelings,
If we only had unlimited resources available,
Then all would experience their equal share of the occasion’s fortunes,
Every person a guest of honour at their own place of high importance,
But as the evening draws on towards another restless end,
Our task is still as complicated as the exercise which upon dawn's arrival met us,
Names are still unchecked whilst invites sit unwritten wanting a stamp,
A moment of peace is what our minds aspire for ardently,
But our wedding is too important for us to ignore the organising!
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