When I look into a mirror
who is looking back at me
I’m hoping
really, really hoping
that it is me looking back
but how will I know
that it’s really, really me
can I believe only me
the one looking in
and I hope
the one looking back
or should I throw it out there
ask the unwashed masses
“Who is that in the mirror,
looking back at me?”
if I’m told
“It’s you, you silly man”
am I being humoured
being told what I want to hear
if I’m told
“There’s no-one there, you silly man”
must I then accommodate the horror
that this response invites
or can I just look away
and turn around
will I then be looking
at the back of my head
as I stare into the mirror
we look into each other’s eyes
smile a little
and tip each other a wink
agreeing
that it is a jolly fine old riddle
this looking into a mirror thing.
Categories:
humoured, mirror,
Form: Free verse
Santa Splash! And around they go.
'Round the islands and back, they row!
Surrounded by December hues,
reds and yellows, and brilliant blues.
Causey rises in purple glow
waiting the cold coming of snow.
Elves and Santas all do agree
that this event is full of glee.
What a sight as they race along
amid the cheers of rousing throng.
Good humoured fun with prize to win,
Oh what a great day this has been!
Categories:
humoured, boat, celebration, christmas, color,
Form: Rhyme
when aspect of us that is not
becomes good humoured
equal through highs and lows
feeling God in each breath
ego relinquishing all doership
becomes silence of space
in, within but not of the world
whereupon bubble bursts
that that never was disappears
then all that is is Self alone
which always was, is and will be
living light eternal within
now cognised in the waking state
Categories:
humoured, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
ANOTHER DAWN
The morning winces as a new day begins
Mired in the half slumber of a restless night
And reluctant to engage whilst half awake
Like a trembling foot hovering over the brake
Good humoured dawn greetings sound trite
And the fading moon just knowingly grins
Dawn comes around so quickly these days
No chance or time to complete a dream
What a critical daily role to have acquired
As the demand is that all shall be inspired
When night’s blanket is loose at the seam
But it’s the diurnal clock that one obeys
There’s no respite with this job for eternity
Day after day, just subtle seasonal changes
None can detect my initial blurred vision
My tired eyes can see no changed decision
The world still turns, and gravity engages
My half sister moon, no shared paternity
13 Sept 2022, '2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 14', Sponsor=Mark Toney
Categories:
humoured, day,
Form: Rhyme
Today,
the emotions which arose,
contracted our consciousness
arising from aversion
propelled by ego
owing to
a response,
which we determined
as being harsh and unjust,
whereas, after reflection,
we now recognise
that we could
have simply
have shrugged
and moved on,
humoured by the play,
being so enacted to test and jest with us,
under cover of darkness,
which we have chosen
to experience
upon earth.
02-August-2021
Categories:
humoured, anger, muse,
Form: Suzette Prime
Drop hints play with my mind,waste my time, wind me up ,lows and highs, this roller coaster,i'm on your ride ,surfing your tide,choking on water,flip me around , fill my ears with false sounds,empty words, meaningless utters then leave me cold with shudders,dark empty space, emotional erase,this is the latest disgrace,my heart misplaced,your vacant soul,my love you stole,no kind intentions,nothing really left to mention,just another life lesson,just another dark humoured blessing,just another tide to be turned,another badge to be earned,another chapter read,a new direction in which to be led,time to go on without dread
Categories:
humoured, abuse, break up, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Villanelle : Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate
Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate
Ask only why your actions lead down the wrong path
All else makes for doubt doubt only if Fate's innate
Neither Past nor Future time exist inchoate
All and everything's rolled in ever Present birth
Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate
Are alll lives exemplary and of equal rate
Or only those fated to be humoured by Death
All else makes for doubt doubt only if Fate's innate
Is Life just a gift of the gods or Man's mandate
The Buddha's metaphor of bleeding arrow worth
Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate
Those who preach living Life to the full suffocate
Carpe Diem is fine if you can afford mirth
All else makes for doubt doubt only if Fate's innate
No trace of passage on earth makes one contemplate
If lives we leave behind acts of blind psychopath
Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate
All else makes for doubt doubt only if Fate's innate
© T. Wignesan - Paris, November 13, 2018
Categories:
humoured, fate, life, passion, surreal,
Form: Villanelle
I am not the person you see
I am not the person you see,
There’s a fool, a clown inside me.
Shackled by my chains and red tape,
Only in solitude does madcap escape.
Sometimes I yearn to let go,
Be the extrovert only I know.
Show you who I really am,
Eccentric good-humoured man.
Shirt and Tie to the office trance,
Back home at five, party and dance.
Come the day I meet my fate,
Madcap has left it too late.
There’s a fool trying to break free,
I’m not really the person you see.
Categories:
humoured, how i feel, i
Form: Sonnet
They thought he was a harmless fool.
His hair dyed black
And eyebrows pencilled in,
The silver outfits -
Shoulders huge -
And platform shoes.
His lyrics less than lyrical,
Chanted, shouted
At his concerts;
His hits always played at parties.
A has-bean humoured,
Perhaps patronised,
His antics tolerated.
But Gary Glitter had a dark secret…
Jack Horne for Nette's Glitter contest
Categories:
humoured, work,
Form: Free verse
A tipped bottle on the windowsill
next to the wine cascade,
overlooked by the half --
(empty) – moon.
The cat that painted autumn
upon the trees, forgot me, instead,
green turned straight
into naked bark.
Yet, pleading for prestige is
ironic like a speech made
by a cartoon character.
It must be humoured
like a neon kiss
from a stranger,
and then discarded
with the sketchy magazine.
Hushed away,
with the spilt fruit juices,
mopped up by my
dirty smile
(hidden up my sleeve.)
Usually, I leave
the muddle for the morn’.
But, tomorrow is for sale.
Categories:
humoured, life, people, sad, autumn,
Form: I do not know?