They doubted her, once again
Interrogating whether eyes are the most loyal creation alive?
Or it's just the exaggeration to bring the dead to life
A bit puzzled & hustled she became this time,
Asserting the question isn't from the wise!
"Considering the fact, it's easy to die than to survive
It's easy to wait than to arrive
It's easy to dive than to strive
Easy is the comfort from which deprived are those eyes
Easy is the lie, which can never give truth, a rise
Easy is the question being asked twice
What isn't easy is being loyal without any lies
Discomforting is to be like those eyes
Still, in a hope of debate winning prize?
Deceptive could be the whole world, but not those eyes!
Dare not to ask this question again, dear Unwise!
"Silence is the virtue of wise,
The words within you won't let you rise
Emotions are worthless to analyze
Pour it all down there, so as to paralyze"
Said they, in order to tantalize
But the voice within me, keeps mocking & knocking,
Interrogating me within the bars of strokes, continuously clocking
Commanding me to ruminate all around, all the while
Be it Catastrophic inside, but on the surface ought not to deny a smile
What is silence without words averting verity?
What is reticence without thoughts fighting for clarity?
The wordless world might sound great
As if a blind date
Upholding the so called threat
Still wanna debate? No other option rather than to wait!
The words wrestling inside will create a mystery
For which you'll yearn and discern
That grasping voice you dislike will be void someday
For which you'll crave and burn
That idiotic laugh making no sense is on it's way to halt
But, you'll be on the way to find miles to return
You'll be on the way to take a U-turn
But,
Ohh dear dearest!
It soon will be too late to learn
It's no longer an issue to concern
Cause, the disturbing is on it's way to Saturn!
An intruder murdered the dark while it slept.
Dark green blood,
and nightshade shadows there were.
Moonlight crept through cold glass,
stealthily pilfered thoughts and dreams,
then it left, leaving a late dying shade.
Moments later,
an interrogating ray of sunlight
raised a dawn alarm.
We had him dead to rights, Herman and I.
On his lips was a smear of blueberry pie.
That bulldog is guilty as sin, we both agreed.
Behind his back, while he carefully peed.
Let’s get him to interrogation, Herman said.
He’s the detective, with a bit of hair of red.
I am Sergeant German, being a shepherd and all.
I thought that bulldog might break down and ball.
But no, he was tough, that little pie stealing squirt.
He was arrogant and haughty. He is a piece of dirt.
You are tough now, but you will eventually tell.
That little pug nosed ugly said “You go to hell!”
Detective Herman was mad now, I could see.
He had to run outside; pretending to pee.
I know the truth is that he wanted to cuff
Bulldog’s fat ears good and hard, no bluff!
This was the third pie that had been stolen this week.
From the window in our police kitchen without a squeak.
We were damned mad about having no pie.
I wanted to poke that bulldog really hard in the eye.
The boss told us finally to let the little weasel go.
It made me really hot, as you probably all know.
The next day we discovered a cat stealing a cherry pie.
So now I am less angry about the bulldog; guess you know why.
Immigration discrimination “go back to where you came from” I hear him shout “go home” “ get out”.
I wear my colour everyday I’m proud of who I am. I was born this way.
Brexit Exit what a loud of bull. British born and bread white, black, brown and green. stop the hating airport interrogating.
I wear my colour everyday I was born this way. That I am proud to say.
I am the woman trying to choose a better journey.
I am the truths. I am the growths that I experience.
I am the skeletons within the closet. The past,
It all burdens me, the ups, the downs,
The turn arounds. Everything I experience,
Is everything I am, and I am all that burdens me,
I haven’t been given enough credit.
I’m begging for recognition,
The women on the other side are questioning,
Why haven’t I given myself the love I need,
The care I deserve,
These women are interrogating me for the way I carry myself,
Wishing to be another, desperately yearning to be powerful.
I desire to be a woman who loves herself.
The other side is full of the women who I wish to be,
Carrying their burdens as if they’ve made them the greatest anyone may see.
The bleak tear tramples down the stony road
Blown by gushing whirlwinds and manly toil
Gone ravishing thoughts of why have I?
Haven’t recognize reality by this sweet goodbye
Its squeaky cut leaves a bottomless hole in the nut
A lot to fix but haven’t got so many blunt laughs
If only time can mend the hurt and twirl emotions blush this purse
You have had been the first but stroll away up with burst
Never would I imagine life seeing you again
Shackles of life regard my soul so well
Yet within this intercostal space
Lies intermittent beats of gnashing pain
How I wish I’ll meet an instance when one can stay
Moments might seem vivid on the smiles of yesterday
Interrogating rulers would not be able to comprehend
Uniqueness of thy existence devastated the whole trend
It would always leave a question of why have I
Can’t acquire a rational reason to prove do I
Mediocrity strikes a billion somehow
Why can’t I have this even now?
Save me please from this arrow pierced
Tangled down a life-long fear
I might not be what you want near
But thou shone a light to the path I have loved so dear
Biting her full lips
Her sweet strawberry breath
warms the air around us
The breeze of her conversation
dances across my face
Interrogating my tastebuds into life
Her simple touch electrifies my skin
As my whole world spins
amid the whirl of dizzying senses
The utter beauty of her visage
Barely inches from my own
Convinces me that I am completely hers
And then, as I realise
That my breathing has all but ceased
I am brought back to reality
She gently squeezes my arm;
“It’s all over now, Sir -
Your wisdom tooth is out!”
I owe no one but my military conscience
Interrogating me speak! speak!! speak!!!
And though I halt to say a word
It never stops to pound my heart
I owe no one but my military conscience
spoiling all my immigration plans
Lest I elope and break a leg
I owe no one but my military conscience
With search warrant it barges me
My every nook it points it’s torch
Making sure I didn’t hide a forge
I owe no one but my military conscience
With armored tanks it holds my way
And when I try to force a sway
It corks it’s gun to make me run
I owe no one but my military conscience
Day and night it blames me still
And points the way I should have gone
And wouldn’t stop until I’m right
Woke up to your possessor calling.
Vehement jealousy interrogating
A confrontation been expecting.
Bit my tongue.
Hesitate injecting.
Why? What was wrong?
Her complacency in the way
Toxic courtship to prolong
My indecency
A tiresome cliché
Not the first one, to sing this song
Or the last, malignancy
She passed through my gray
Shining white Human grace
Divine light
Abolished latency
Blood, time and space
Will make things right
Unfed appetite
Plight of Exigency
END.
Written Saturday November 29th 2014
Inspired write. No further explanation.
By J.R. Thornton
Quizz with broad hints for poets
the nose bridge
an ear sans fold kneeling on a slab (sometimes
an upward curling lobe)
two upper ears sans lobes both folded into each other
two narrow noses meeting isosceles arms one leg
crossed on the right arm flat down
an upside down mirror-image interrogating sans point
an upright eye with fish tail tuft
left shoulder and loosely-dangling arm
upper and lower lips intertwined upright
knee-cap over bow leg
vertebral column sliding into hole
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
I know my flaws!
why cant i defend myself sir?
I met the cops alone,
We fought alone,
And now i sit silent
As you talk to a lazy man
With a white wig on his head
About how i wanted badly to talk on phone
With my wife to avoid
Signing the divorce papers
Which you will earn a lot from
If it happens?
Why sweat in that white shirt and black tie?
Just because you fear defeat
Or you think i pay you less?
Did you ask you mother to pay for that
Defending wrong doers?
My conscious tell me am wrong
You are telling court i was out of my mind
No way i wasn't i was annoyed
Who said i have no rights to react negatively ?
Who said i cant walk away from the cops?
Lawyers like you!
Because you wanted to define your jobs.
I am only grateful when they are interrogating me
I just pose and shy away as i say
I will only talk to my lawyer
When you walk In
I feel like telling you
I will only talk to myself
(This poem is based on the Mad TV character.)
I'm interrogating Miss Swan.
My patience is nearly gone.
I ask her to describe a crook but I don't think she can.
The ignorant ____ keeps saying he looka like a man.
She's starting to flirt with me, I think she wants me to bang her.
But she keeps repeating herself and it fills me with anger.
If she says he looka like a man just once more, I'll shoot my head.
I can't stand being around this crazy ____, I'd much rather be dead.
Outside October perches it's little feet
upon summer's fading scenery,
replacing marigolds with mums
and swapping tiki torches
for dimly lit jack o' lanterns,
illuminating midnight
with another seasons mysterious approach
and I cannot help but wonder
if fall had a heart,
to whom would it belong
(a fallen leaf,
the moon's cycloptic eye,
or perhaps someone of human descent)
an owl gazing restlessly
at the cool, autumn sky
seems to be interrogating God
with the same, single question
who, who, who
but no one answers