V-ideo
I-s
L-ife's
M-ovie
A-lternative,
L-etting
U-sual
C-inemas
E-ventually
R-un
O-ff
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Vilma E. Lucero)
There once was a man named Galileo.
To him, scientific knowledge we owe.
He was the brainy inventor
who said, "the earth ain't the center."
I guess that was his basic ideo.
There was a lady named Cleopatra.
She was sad, so I said, "what's the matta?"
"Caesar was stabbed by a brute."
Then, Mark Antony said "You're cute!"
And Cleopatra said, "right back at 'ya."
You may remember Jiminy Cricket.
His puppet said, "I sure like to lick it".
He warned Pinocchio,
"Wherever you may go,
be very careful where you may stick it".
Jiminy Cricket's first lesson for you
is he coulda lived to a hundred two,
but the sign said "don't walk",
so he stood there to gawk.
Now, that's him on the bottom of your shoe.
Christopher Columbus thought the world, round.
The King of Spain, thought his mind, not sound.
The Queen said that what he states
convincingly penetrates.
Chris now has ships to sail the world, around.
Not my rodeo
Not my circus.
Need a new ideo
With promise and purpose.
Villanelle: Think of the trillions who have gone away unsung before us
Think of trillions who have gone away unsung before us
Think what they have left us without staking any claim
Yet the prophets we recall have all been thrust upon us
Those who used this world for their own petty purposes
Those who abused mankind to hoist their peoples’ name
Think of trillions who have gone away unsung before us
Think of the common grammars that underlie languages
Think of the basic numbers logic’s foundations contain
Yet the prophets we recall have all been thrust upon us
Think of hieroglyphs cuneiforms carved into papyruses
Think of the ideo-phonograms that alphabets disdain
Think of trillions who have gone away unsung before us
Think on all ancient thinkers from King Wen to Socrates
Then think on what has been proclaimed in God’s name
Yet the prophets we recall have all been thrust upon us
Think on what makes particular faiths amenable to races
And wonder if all Life’s simply not Somebody’s idle game
Think of trillions who have gone away unsung before us
Yet the prophets we recall have all been thrust upon us
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
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