Your euphony
sounds like my epiphany,
he explicitly noted.
Your polypathic resilience
feels like my polyphonic resonance,
she compassionately warmed and comforted,
nurtured and nutritioned.
Your theologically divine relationships,
progressions through historical multicultural experience
think and feel my ecologically natural communions,
processions through polyculturing anticipations,
s/he silently sang,
imaginatively danced,
Not for future performance,
but from past inclusive participations,
co-investments,
compassionate regenerations,
dispassionate degenerations,
passionate incinerations,
Euphonic epiphanies.
Categories:
incinerations, community, environment, happiness, health,
Form: Political Verse
Cathexis
I see you silhouetted in a vague haze,
On the far end of this breathing hallway,
Way off in the strange distance there,
Amid the suffocating cigarette smoke,
And the obscene wallpaintings,
Of nude pale women wearing necklaces,
Reposed motionless on verandas by the Seine.
Then, I look and see you squatting there,
Under the tinkling chandeliers,
Aglow as with a halo,
Sainted only when wearing white lace,
As you are now, goddess of mine!
Shhh! Listen!
I hear violins outside, two or three of them,
Playing Traumerie in the rain.
Come here, and let us explore with blindfolds,
This side room of esoteric pleasures.
Shhh…It is unlocked, and there are pillows inside,
Numerous soft cotton pillows,
Piled wall to wall, up to the knees,
And the elbows.
Come here, goddess of mine,
And let us dive into this tundra
Of plush velvety incinerations,
This mind field of amazing meltings.
Categories:
incinerations, dream,
Form: Free verse
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 3
Politics’ the art of decrying nations
The national art’s how to prostitute Mother
Arming nations need no justifications
The People's Ego broadens shores of nations
Which provokes invasions by the Other
Politics’ the art of decrying nations
Tongking’s engulfed behind United Nations
You know whom strangled by the likes of Hitler
Arming nations need no justifications
Victim stones make no dent on pretensions
Vietnamese mothers bear with stoic laughter
Politics’ the art of decrying nations
Resist and invite self-mortifications
Retaliate and be dubbed mortal sinner
Arming nations need no justifications
Hug the Nation during incinerations
Pride will stand us good stead in Life hereafter
Politics’ the art of decrying nations
Arming nations need no justifications
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
incinerations, political, power, pride, violence,
Form: Villanelle