Love,
The emotion
From eternity to eternity
Touches humans
Giving serenity,
The ones in love
Forever fortuitous
To be singing
Life's glorious song,
A dance of
Tango
Between two
Sublime souls
Lost in the throes
Of immortal love;
Those upon whom
Cupid
Is unkind
And failed to strike
With his magical
Arrow
Must remain
Sentenced
To a life of
Degenerate
Solitude,
A life of
Unfulfilled dreams,
And missed bliss;
Deep in the ocean
Of emotion,
Lies their sunken ship
Of love
Perched precariously
On a submerged
Precipice under
The weight of
Ill chosen priorities,
Broken, rusted,
Unknowingly,
Instinctively awaiting
Some arrowed,
Amorous diver
Or a miracle
From Eros
To rekindle
The fire
Of passion
Within.
Categories:
ill chosen, emotions, extended metaphor, imagery,
Form: Free verse
The power keeps flickering.
Don’t mean to be bickering;
Just glad that it keeps coming back.
True, the clocks keep resetting,
But what’s far more upsetting:
When a pump room becomes an ice pack.
The timing’s ill-chosen,
For the pipes to be frozen;
When it blinks, there’s an ominous hush.
If this trend’s not reversing,
There soon will be cursing;
Without water, the toilets won’t flush!
Categories:
ill chosen, angst, power, weather,
Form: Light Verse
Words can have so many meanings
It pays to carefully choose what you say,
Lack of phrasing can reveal your leanings
Ill-chosen words will often make you pay.
Politicians quickly learn how to double-talk
Meaning exactly what they did not say,
Like a sidewalk drawing with colored chalk
Knowing a weepy denial will wash it away.
Written October 16, 2022
Categories:
ill chosen, meaningful, spoken word, words,
Form: Rhyme
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XIV
IF you pull a long stiff face
Week after week while you parley
You risk stoking the furnace
Ill-chosen words all ending in nay
If you keep pulling the long red face
The Picador will puncture your vertebrae
Blood-splashed mane from banderillas
Beware you'll be the only felled prey
If you keep pulling that long mane face
The blood-thirsty chorus crowd cry Olé
Eyes mist over ears dim to the populace
Beware Beware the Torrero about to slay
If you insist on pulling the long bull-face
Horns flayed by muleta-faena coup d'épée
The Torrero bucked up with rude applause
Take heed the estocade's only an inch away
Now if you must pull that long lost face
Neither party willing to give some leeway
No Wall can stop the People ALL debase
Hell to pay in havoc-wreaked 2020's back pay
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 10, 2019
Categories:
ill chosen, america, analogy, conflict, leadership,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
There were shades of tranquility
aching 'neath civilization's cry,
still blood was shed amid glorified
borders of battlefield's convoluted calling,
each magnified footprint pooled crimson
filled ideologue's of disenchantment
amidst revolutions of ill-chosen power,
marching to drumbeats of fool's gilded dogma
Categories:
ill chosen, angst, death, grief, history,
Form: Free verse
Mentally ill chosen by a few cowards they struck;
Against fundamentals of mankind and society.
Jehad against Allah's doctrine in self destruct role;
Seek a place in heaven with innocent blood on hand?
Living in hell these cowards await final judgment,
For Allah's wrath is infinite, punishment divine:-
"Soundless and endless."
Categories:
ill chosen, life
Form: Free verse
These eyes obedient, have led the way
Onto countless ill-chosen paths.
These eyes as apart from body like partner,
Witness free will in mountainous struggles
Equal in preventability.
These eyes loyal in quiet conformity,
Avert as spirit evades discovery or risk.
These eyes express through all escaped emotion,
Oceans in tears of perpetuating sadness
In love of Duty. And cherished occasional
Sublime delight.
These eyes lie, with precision in self-preservation
and clumsily in deceit.
These eyes with earned wisdom through
Lessons learned, now look upon themselves
Graciously in replica of shape.
In color they differ as polished jade, opaque and
Inpenetrable to light, to Pacific tide pools, inviting
To peer into and ever changing in light and depth.
These eyes in replica are innocence and
Wonder. And dance with an all exposing grin,
Curling lips to show perfect pink gums
Over three year old teeth that I am compelled to kiss.
It is in this, these eyes see the meaning of everything.
pools
Categories:
ill chosen, introspection, mother, son,
Form: I do not know?