Long Sacs Poems

Translation of Eric Mottram’s TIME SIGHT UNSEEN, Part One by T. Wignesan

"Instead of an item in a school of rhetoric, the poem could have variety of articulations, continuity and discontinuity, sentence and parataxis, and an...

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Hope and…a father is could be 

Against all odds and expectations
so many rules and norms and
clever theories society’s demands
cultures and conventions there is
no magic wand no miracle solution

I throw you high up in the air
and...

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Health issues and ecopolitical promise speak in dialectal fractals:
1. Notice hope
2. Understand positive faith
3. Believe with diastatic love regeneration
4. Polypath creolic integration is also notnot decomposing release,
wu wei double-binding midway image
Tipping Point discernment
toward further revolutionary...

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Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence,
with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway.
Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for influence
within the lawn-jockey, pink flamingo neighborhoods of moral decay. 

T.S, Eliot,...

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On reflection, a shining  mirror lays my core ethos bear,
inkling etched on mien can’t escape deep probing,
tilted jaw, gleaming eyes, vivacious aspect,
express an ardent quest for exponential flourish,
in this life of mine, and its...

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My street is four short blocks in length,
connected to two boulevards, shaped like                      ...

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It was just an ordinary maze of a day unlike so many others

An array of multitude hanging from intersections of fortune

Aberrations cul-de-sacs opposites shadows cautious anticipation

Tentative expectations inspiration expiration holding their breath

Tim was aware that...

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On a cool winter morn just before 8 AM, I decided to take my walk on an 'L-shaped street' that's about 3 blocks long with three cul-de-sacs connected to it.  Coming out of my...

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We are friendly sort of people, greeting and asking how you are,
One great nation, two languages, the distance between coasts far,
Travel to Quebec or to some areas in provinces east and west,
You may be asked...

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Le Rat Noir – Translation of Iris Clayton’s « The Black Rat » by T. Wignesan

(Iris Clayton of the Wiradjuri tribe in New South Wales was born in 1945. One of nine children, six of...

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Five ducklings feeding

The back of the camper bus
proudly sported the family 
seven yellow stickers ducks 
five little ducklings in a line
feeding on life presented to
the world growth sustenance
nourishment and meaning

For every fellow traveller
to ponder smile...

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One hundred and one
Lifetimes seem a pittance
To seek and find
True enlightenment... 


Here I am once more
In a mortal garment
Adorned with an impulse
An echo of Your Call...


Still, I search
Not finding You
Because I look for You
In all...

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An old Ethiopian veteran of the love wars 
once told a newlywed Kenyan kid:
If you want the infant marriage to survive,
make it to the golden years Mt. Kilimanjaro side
You gotta keep the giraffe standing up,
when...

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Free Verse

I live not far from humankind the cradle that is of
what and where we are all coming from Johannesburg
so they say and going to one human race of every colour
no need for power domination...

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It's in big letters
And I can't see beyond the sign
They talk about messages
Well that one is emblazoned on my eyelids
Walk forward, stop
The end of the line is right where you started

Poverty is funny because you...

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DEAD END STREET --WHY do dead end roads Exist


"Are you my enemy, if you’re not my friend?
Alternative exit without exit should be posted dead end
When “Google” tells you turn right at the bend
Daylight night time...

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See my heart stopped today and I felt it drop to my stomach,
where 2 babies lay, Except now there 1 wasn't.
I went to the doctor today and they showed me a screen, 
Of an empty...

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Five words on infinity and beyond

Dancing with life the jester wise fool majestic clown
plays tricks illusions wisdom at the court of living madness
dissolves uncertainty’s conclusions spins and cycles
on fines lines suspended from seeming polar opposites
complements...

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Such a weight, these boulders of depression.
Carrying them has become a useless, sad obsession...
A way to define the core of self, the Inner Being
Only talk of lightening the load, no thought of ever freeing...

A soul's...

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If Jesus is alright with this, 
Ima let it roll out down the hill,
We live in a world that's all about pulling triggers trying to kill,
All for, sacs of bud, and dust or a crappy...

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can we know the truth
was the question before Ludwig Wittgenstein
the thought pondered by all the great minds
philosophy, theology, and science could produce
and i have pondered all of this
then you enter the room
the smile you wear...

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Observing the appearance of the Hale-Bopp Comet
in March 1997, the Heaven’s Gate Cult of San Diego,
California, chose to commit mass suicide. 

We eunuchs run a starship enterprise.
These breeders are a cul-de-sac, life-wise –
it’s fatal, this...

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Sidestepping the shadows and agony
 
A trance spelled vision offered
 
What body-broken progressions lost:
 
A miniature emblem in the holographic light
 
Healing minds belabored with aggression
 
 
 
For a second, all subjects grieved
 
Casting...

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For some 30 years, I was faced with Cul-De-Sacs. No
resident in those Cul-De-Sacs exited without facing
my house.

A few years ago, I began to muse over the
significance of Cul-De-Sacs in my life. Occasionally,
I would drive through...

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Breaking free from collusion

A watch tower stands tall a look out in the circular prisons 
surrounded by wardens laying down prescriptions and rules
with us in the centre fragmented in dead ends and schisms
mirrored glass no...

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