Long Reporter Poems

Molly sat on the backyard porch 
Watching the kids play when Dolly 
Emerged from the doorway and 
Sat with her. "Hey sis how's it going 
Girl! Dolly seemed jovial. Molly 
Replied, "I guess it's going...

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 TUAN TATA : Song of Uda - I
by T. Wignesan

(Patrick Noone, a British anthropologist, discovered the Ple-Temiar tribe living isolated in the jungle highlands in the State of Perak on the west coast of...

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Look up in the sky ! It’s a bird ! It’s a plane.
It’s Superman !
More powerful than a locomotive, faster than a speeding bullet, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. This fearless...

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The Old grizzled Bear... was now keenly aware
    as he lay in his Cave all alone.
Where his time as King... was a mere passing thing
    and must choose another...

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In 1962, I was a caseworker, not a social worker, in the Cabrini-Green Housing Project in Chicago. In that era, the difference between a caseworker and a social worker was simple. A social worker had...

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Something that stuns me from revelations awakening 
All good people of the world see you Isis 
clearly diamond cut your scale tips heavy 
with the wealth that's stolen from foreign lands 
to build weapons of...

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~Who What Where~
A friends true story.
One of those days while walking in the mall 
I noticed a camera man running after me
asked if he can interview me about a survey 
concerning those 3 words Where...

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I’m Patient with Kimmy (1), Have Patience for Paul (2)

Our political differences ring in my ear
with fake “Fire!” calls in theaters marketing fear!
‘Right’ won’t honor opinions of others, hate facts,
they are traumatized truants, Trump’s turncoats’...

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This was last Christmas - 39 days ago - doesn’t that seem like ancient history? 

We were in Lisa’s (parent’s) 50th floor flat, in Manhattan. It was mid-morning, we’d done the present thing, and it...

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 "she carved her own road . . . "

                         ...

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I'm the roving reporter on the move again
(despite having a cold I had to take the children to gymnastics and because I'm disorganised I'm crossing several lanes of traffic on foot whilst they are in...

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Across the ridges, flats and ranges, in print, on radio and stages,
you may hear this tale wherever you may go.
Sometimes a stranger may confide, about that famous ride,
in the rodeo at Mildura's annual show.

For a...

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Translation of Eric Mottram's The Nerves of Proust and Sitting Bull by T. Wignesan

Excerpts from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s poetry” by Clive Bush,...

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I enjoyed an almost idyllic childhood. This was marred only at the age of ten by my circumcision, a cruel and primitive custom among my otherwise enlightened people. In my grandmother’s hut, I was held...

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Picture in your mind, a 70 year old mother and grandmother, hitchhiking from her village into a war shattered town of Bucha, desperately looking for her son's dead body. Wanting to bring his body home...

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this was sent to me and i feel it should be shared.



The Old Soldier 
  
He was getting old and paunchy 
And his hair was falling fast, 
And he sat around the Legion, 
Telling...

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The Romans are honorably remembered for their great achievements. Two 'stand outs' in my mind would probably be the Roman roads and the Roman Law.
Nevertheless, with regards to 'The Roman Law', there was an element...

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WAS THE LORD'S WILL TO KILL?
The following is an accurate account, 
Recounted verbatim and voiced by a machine that brings down a lot of trusting fools
A dissertation delivered by this dude who was just following...

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Heart Of Stone

What a heart wrenching piece of news..
In today’s spread of daily news…
Boldly headlined ‘Mom: No Forgiveness”
It was about filial hurt and devastated dreams.  

This news worthy piece of news was rather brief..
The...

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Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work...

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...One such person was the bold Tanya Trace,
a reporter who worked online click-bait,
she lived in New York, knew all the right names,
liked the right causes, knew which folk to hate.

She’d see a tale of Dan...

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'Twas the Night before Christmas and I must confess,
the year 1987, started out just like all of the rest,
with christmas lights twinkling from everyone's dwelling,
but believe me it was different and far more compelling!'

'I'm Sarah,...

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There once was a canary who hung out at the wharf 
It was his fort of sort 
Where there were boats 
A float 
Tied up at the dock 
Waiting for laborers on the clock 
But...

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My Eyes Opened
 The Sky Unfolded
 See the Physical Hell Hovering
 In the Spiritual War of Horus
 Im in the Body of Morpheus
 I see Spiritual Bodies of Corpses 
Burning in Torments
 I got a...

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Sitting here watching the rails fall 
There are too many that are so tall 
It maybe for the best that the young riders stay at the mall  
Since there is no law for fences...

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