In the dead half of night, when the dark is too still,
The Sacred Meow Society convenes to court thrill,
A council of cats, with eyes all ablaze,
With ancient importance through worlds they liaise.
They gather in secret, beneath high moon's light,
Muted meowing their own regal rite,
Discussing the mysteries of yarn and of death,
And the ways of the world, and new cures for fish breath.
With flicks of their whiskers and fur shining bright,
They purr of appeasements and secrets at night,
And though their language we cannot speak,
Their power and presence we constantly seek.
For this feline committee is more than just cats,
It's a connection to something, that goes beyond that,
A reminder of mystery, it's woven in life,
That enigmas and horrors exist next to strife.
Keep your ears open along with your eyes,
For ominous mews from which fright fills the sky,
And know that the cats, who gather in peace,
Are a reminder of darkness, that never does cease.
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : PART XXXVIII
IF you pull a long vacant face
Might be you just have nothing to say
Which is not a crying disgrace
Empty drums need be beaten to bellow away
If you pull a long puzzled face
Just read what poets have to say
On their ilk and how they pretend to liaise
Both thoughts and feelings rare they portray
If you pull a long insensed face
At the affronts you have to put up with all day
Pull the shutters close round face
Read - not repeat - those long inhumed ages away
If you pull a long proud face
Your evanescent words others must attention pay
Have your ephemeral self bolstered through praise
You deserve to inhabit Xanadu Laureat of all you survey
If you must pull a long misunderstood face
Little the use reading faces e'en the Chinese way
A long unread face unveils e'en the masked ignoramus ace
Don't Gecian myths enrich the Iliad and Odyssey
© T. Wignesan - Paris, March 5, 2019
The fear of the unknown has
emerged every single sensitive gut feeling of hunger...
a hunger so excruciating that my mind calls out for all my immeasurable emotions and painstakingly feelings to amalgamate
The fear of the unknown left my humanity weakened - drowned by all its uncertainty
I am once more nothing but a lifeless victim of...the unknown
Small changes of letting go of everything you were once certain of, frightened by the mere fact of something new and life changing
As my mind and heart plays tug of war trying to persuade me between letting go of feeling petrified or just to just linger for a moment and to seize the unrevealed
As all of this seems so overwhelming, I try to come to sense of my options towards as to what my gut wants me to feed it.
I know I need to feed it self-possession to ensure that I do not starve my inner conscious
My mind is now continuously reminding me that fear, is only fear itself
I'm once more persuaded by my gut to listen to my mind and to liaise in terms of letting go and to clasp onto the unknown
How would you feel if you had only one child?
How would you feel if he went miles away to fight?
How would u feel if he had no way to liaise?
How would you feel if he died?
How would you feel if his dead body would never arrive?
Social fretwork
I posted a thought,
it flew away
down through dark, cavernous
cyberways,
to bump and grind
with other lonesome thoughts
in the hotbeds of social fretworks.
And worried then
where it might go
unguided, misunderstood
to liaise, frolic and fret
argue, debate,
opinionate
in a world of posts,
untethered,
away from me,
gone, awaiting its return,
alone
We rise in the morning after many sunsets,
Passing death, hurdling heartbreak, sloughing regrets
Off in the distance we see tomorrows, known from pasts
And at last we know, we know its as good as it gets,
Here and now, this moment each day a page in a life
A lifetime; a florilegium, robust with joy, sorrow and regrets,
You the book, each of us stories, each moment the words,
But know we are radiating arrangements not linear vignettes
And let the sun beckon you to each word, each page that you are
And take part in the script best you can, yet liaise with fates behest.
Rise with the sun sleep with moon, rise with the moon sleep with sun,
Now, create, be, love, soon rest in your days and one day will be the rest.
You know how we sometimes analyze too much and forget to feel?
It’s okay to feel -
whether it be confusion
pain
sadness
anger
or you just want to cry -
even the strong ones like us get lost
we don't always say what we really need,
we hide behind things
we end up being the go between and supporter to everyone..
So tonight if you're lost
know that in your silence you can still
liaise with your Maker...
He sees beyond what you ever imagined
and most importantly He gives you the peace
and guidance you sometimes seek in others...
©134403112014
You know how we sometimes analyze too much and forget to feel?
It’s okay to feel -
whether it be confusion
pain
sadness
anger
or you just want to cry -
even the strong ones like us get lost
we don't always say what we really need,
we hide behind the go between and supporter to everyone..
So tonight if you're lost
know that in your silence you can still
liaise with your Maker...
He sees beyond what we ever imagined
most importantly He gives us the peace
and guidance we sometimes seek in others...
©180720121420