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I was a famous conductor, and performing beautiful music was my joy,
As diamond sunshine, to pervade darkness, finds any means to employ.
Music had long been a part of me, in that I sang long before conducting,
Like the famed adult bluebird choirs, lead the songs they are instructing.
My much loved work kept me busy. Still, I loved every precious moment,
As wild, crazy, summer colors dash afar, with no cries of encroachment.
But I had a personal favorite song, which I loved more than any other,
As anyone recalling their great loves, find their thoughts turn to mother!
This song had held special meaning for me, for what felt like long ages,
And I never tired of hearing it, as blooms will never have enough vases.
I thought of the melody as 'my song,' for in my heart, it was mine alone,
Like multicolored autumn leaves flying, when green summer is disowned.
It was then marigold days of sultry July, and dark purple martins soared,
Like finding you have heartfelt passion, for someone you once abhorred.
I had just entered a restaurant, when I heard that stirring song playing,
Like chattering, mischievous monkeys, swing forever in treetops, saying.
Then like always, I was transported, back down nostalgic memory lane,
Just as orange birds recur every springtime, singing the melodies again.
As I was returning home that evening, the full moon was in the treetops,
Whispering with those flashing stars, as a part of the nightly peace talks.
As I went up the front porch steps, the fragrance of lilacs was tangible,
As on the streets of scarlet summer, where wild blooms are fashionable!
The moment I entered my house, my heart song began its playing again,
As a sultry summer that's come lately, only to meet the vivid fall refrain.
Though I was enraptured by extravagant music, and music was my life,
Still, it was odd that it could play itself, the moment this person arrived!
It seemed that the song I'd loved so long, had come to love me as well,
And had determined to follow me always, like fragrances casting spells.
My heart song is still pursuing, through mellow days and jasmine nights,
As owl stares at a moon of rapture, and bees are off on honeyed flights.
That song of precious sweet memories, greets me every room of my life,
Like a red rose that blooms for you only, even where wild blooms are rife!
What do the words the Beast of the South mean to you?
In world affairs with the Holy Bible, you can’t say you never knew.
In the last book, the book of revelations through symbols and mystery it explains.
Our world is on the brink, and if Christ doesn’t return soon, no one will remain.
Over sixty years ago we were at war the evil that was present could have been stopped.
Winston Churchill warned the world that events would happen. The results millions were lost.
Now we know in our present time that Iran has vowed to wipe Israel of the planet.
The nation that sponsors terrorism worldwide is bold and we don’t get it.
The Beast of the South explained in the Holy Bible rears his ugly head and we stand by like in World War II and allow it.
How many times are we going to let this beast have his way, Satan is working very hard with his angels who are demonic.
Don’t believe me, believe the Father, He tells us to be vigil, watch for Jesus to return soon.
The trumpets will sound, and Satan’s 6,000 year reign will be over and the world will be of the Father and there will be no more doom.
The good news of the coming Kingdom is awesome but first people by the billions will die in this Holy War.
The beast of the North will attack and overcome the beast of the south like a whirlwind, leaving destruction, death, and evil scars.
All because we don’t have the will to stop this evil empire, we allow this craziness to go on.
Like with Hitler we try to pacify this evil by rhetoric and peace talks. They have already vowed to kill all in the name of their Satanic God.
There is only one God and He will overcome all this in a blink of an eye.
So it’s foretold and we are warned like Winston warned long ago, be vigil brethren Our Father will send Jesus for you and I.
This evil that is present will do what He has to do; He knows his time is short. World War III will come.
But believing in God’s Holy Bible and being faithful to the end, we will stand with Jesus and enter His Loving Spiritual Kingdom.
Who in their right mind wants to hear jumbled words
tumbled turds baking in the desert sun
pay dirt run, that children gather for fuel
poor mule gets used from both ends.
Growth tends to be slow here.
Show fear and they’ll get you.
Bet two wives on the end of times oil races
loyal places disappeared into tribal dumping
Bible thumping Americanic way through.
Hey you! Didn’t you hear me? I said Halt!
Dead fault free from army’s saying so
praying though, it doesn't seem to matter
go scatter your seeds through Bin Laddin
In Aladdin’s story there was a lamp found
camp ground of refugees could sure use that now
fat cow sacredly slaughtered for meat
to treat the Old boys to McDonalds “Have it your way”
Shore stay for the Unified militaries fine elite
Mine street bombs for babies to destroy hope
deploy dope amoung the migrants roaming free
homing fee for the disenfranchised bomb outs
calm bouts of peace talks end in delusions
thin confusions and parodies of pain left marking
deft parking of military machine made in the Ukraine
to train the children to kill time with the ever living
never forgiving themselves the sins of their fathers
care bothers and compassion removed from their brains
fair rains may come again to wash the blood of innocence
commonsense dictates we abate the situation here
frustration fear of a never ending hell hold of strategic points
paraplegic joints cramped into wheelchairs to race against time
condensed rhyme trying to capture understanding
notwithstanding rational thinking workers of the light kind
who in their right mind.....wants to hear.... Jumbled words.
This came about from a game we have going on FB in Mad Poets Society where we have to
start a poem with the last line of the previous poem.
For this one I rhymed the first 2 words of each line with the last two words of the
previous sentence to create a word jumble as the line I had to work with suggested. It was
fun.
Form:
RECIPE: "Poulet Roti" French Style - Instalment One
I
If as for so many LIFE solutions
Come bottled in prescriptions
Like the burning SOUL's hunger for PEACE
Through LOVE and FORGIVENESS with ease
Then just take mescalin or cocaine
Eat grass and flipout on heroin
Make pavement music for a dime
And sleep fifteen hours per diem
The rest on analytical meditation
Linked to some fad reincarnation
Go sit at feet in fairy Dharamsala
Peace Prize awaits at Himalaya
Sol de France franchi
Terre d'Asile
II
LIFE's a bit more complicated than that
Caretakers and providers less delicate
Know much about managing the State
To hide their lack of proper mandate
FORGIVE the **** who scorns her son
Pusher who pounds veins with poison
Sly socialist nurse who steals your sleep
To compensate cohorts the **** to keep
The son's will, broken by Masonic whip
Turned patricidal spy in their secret grip
Sol de France franchi
Terre d'Asile
III
The sub-plot of Portuguese landlords
With Maghrebin tenants rude as toads
All out to drive the octogenarian
Into the cesspool of bloody oblivion
Like playing Black Sabbath Iron Man backwards
Imitating Arabo-Hebraic Peace talks inwards
While the lêche culs lusitano-ibériques
Thrust their crude porc chops histrioniques
Sol de France franchi
Terre d'Asile
(to be continued)
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Excuse me if I do not cover my walls...
Jump up and down and celebrate...
As deceit... provocation...delay stalls...
It used to be a beautiful view...
Yet the rise and fall of peace...
...unrest of the mad man...
...We have lost more...
...Too easy words fall without fortitude...
of peace...
...Treat the wound of many...
... dispel the war of the undying...
Peace talks...Peace talks...
The mad man revels in the deceased...
with insidious outlined in the lying...
...The onlookers of the partakers...
...will seal in their own fate...
...Provocation acronym mad man...
...your belief system your mistake...
...And this deceit...stills hangs from
your neck...
Rise and fall of peace...
how many more need to fall...
...Through a narrow plane...
...an opened door...
...shares a gentle light...
...Where spirits fly eternal existence...
...For we do not die...
...We leave our messages within symbols behind...
...In the distance all shadows fall by the way...
...For light so bright...
...cannot possess...the spirit flies free flight...
...Forever even in darkest of night...
...The ray this hope this narrow plane...
...Spirit raised with wings...
...Forgiveness cradled in respite...
Guns stop firing, still the hate goes on,
with grievance still burning all along.
Peace talks halted, no hearts in repair,
Just hollow moments, trembling in air.
Need more than stalling, need to claw back trust,
Need to face the truth that inclusion is a must —
Not in the silence, but when hands entwine,
Not to encompass truce, but to redraw the line.
Hear what we're saying.
What we keep telling.
This ceasefire is only pause, not peace.
Guns fall silent; but none are melted down.
Ceasefire? — Just a pause.
Peace? — Takes a cause.
Stop the fight? — That’s nowhere near enough.
Mend the hurt? — We’ve got to do the hard stuff.
No more walls! — No more hate!
Justice now! — We will not wait!
Call it a start, but it’s not the end,
Peace turns a foe a'fighting into a friend.
Don’t pause at stopping, let the healing flow,
Plant seeds to settle; let green shoots grow.
The guns go silent, but the anger stays,
Smoke in riven hearts never just drifts away.
It's called a calm, but it’s just the hour before,
the storm returns, with deadlier power.
All we are saying —
Ceasefire’s not peace.
All we are saying —
Ceasefire’s not peace.
They were a different breed, in thought as the coffee grinds
Gentler souls, dreamers with artistic minds
More acceptant than the average man
Substance goes farther than image can
And I wondered why in these troubled times
Of violence hatred and senseless crimes
Couldn’t we have a world summit at a coffee house
I talked to a man who prayed for peace
And a girl who wanted all war to cease
Not like Washington I wanted to scream
People think and people dream
And I wondered why in all this turmoil
With our young bearing guns on foreign soil
Couldn’t we have peace talks at a coffee house
I listened to the morning news
It made me sad, gave me the blues
Storms, violence, disease, starvation
Governments seeking domination
And I wondered why in our darkest hour
And nation’s leaders obsessed with power
Couldn’t we change our world from a coffee house.
I stepped inside to find a book I sought
Found myself immersed in thought
There were poets, dreamers and works of art
People whose words came from their heart
And I wondered why in this time of strife
As our leaders devalue human life
Shouldn’t we listen to the dreamers at the coffee house.
Within me a battle wages on
Between true change and pure acceptance
As my flaws scream we want war
My soldiers of truth are dying off
The weapon of choice is blame
Everyone but me
Raids on my self worth ocastraed with in the ranks of reason
I ponder a battle plan a way to win the war on me
I bring the guns
I bring the fear
I rain down the negativity
She was there to raise me up
But the resonbility should have not fell on her
My victory was never meant to be raised with her white flag
The concepts I see now are realities of the past
Manifested by a much stronger enemy my self esteem
The scars of this self inflicted war
Runs free within the hurt of all who try to be close
To make sense of my demise is to search way down deep into my pit of rage
There can be no peace talks not anymore
Because I can no longer convince the otherside of her
That I have changed
When this war rages on within me
How can I create a peace for her
I can't and this is my true weakness
My own fate is in my hands now not hers.
I must now make it my greatest strength
To become the peace we all need
Candles in rock pool...
Water like the deepest sea...
A stirring began.
Two hearts turn to flesh.
Angelic auras ignite
Infatuation.
Silent, holding hands...
Yet full of words afterwards
Sent in love letters
With upside down stamps,
Scented poetry pages
Drip unfailing love.
Charismatic speech,
Uncommon romantic deeds
And fantasies bloom.
Unconditional
Promises prematurely
Penned with shallow love
Melt souls like soft wax.
Formless objects of desire
At wick end's dead flames
Reveal the candles'
Mistaken identities-
"I thought I knew you's".
Reality lights
On the still, stagnant pool with
Ripples of "you said's".
Glowing nimbuses
Form the rolling thunderheads
And vapors of rain.
Soft shoulders turn cold.
Tongues set on fire with Hell's rage
Turn indifferent.
Two hearts become stone,
And the first visitation
Evokes hurt and hate.
Endangered peace talks
Precede a trail of tears to
Extinct promises
In boxed up letters
Rubber banded together
In a hidden place.
schools encourage students
to grow up have recess-fun
behave and become mature
responsible people who mind
their business and help others
however there be a problem
the ukraine leader was a stage comedian
before being elected head of his party
in the school yard where-in as class-clown
he seeks cheers and applause for unfunny
psychopathic gang fights with those with
whom they've lived for decades so that
peace ends and school yard fighting reigns
reputations of the biggest bullies who clamber
for a piece of the weapons profit all while
people are dying for publicity and bank accounts
of the usa as the biggest weapon-profits sucker
on the planet that threatens those who want
peace talks (china) because the fighters then
might be removed (and put on an island somewhere)
to fight or work and talk out their problems apart from us
immature people must not be put in charge.....period
stan sand