Long Waylays Poems

The Parrot and the Woodpecker may turn...
    [Sung by TEnicayccal Cellappa]        Translated by T.Wignesan
 
mAnkiliyum marankottiyum         ...

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~ (~) "Because yes I believe as well-true abhorrence is the springboard for more pain, love 
is the land of peace that lie between." "Denial the raging river running through it!" (~) ~


~ (~) "Who...

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African sun

African sun African sun,
The sun that differed
from any sun in the world.
You kill and scorch all the disable
Creatures in African world.
You're a paradigm during all
arid complicates.
You torture and wallop 
By your excess heat because
We're...

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Gone her way home;
cast overcast;
time waylays prompts me,
child; do never; no-never forsake,
ever.


""She...
Momma wept,
Sissy's, tears worn, she-
went I died with her,
never more,
always will-be,
we, one-soul,
us;
"So defined - friends-you better bet... yes... !""


Day she died,
told mama, hers-then, readily...

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Christmas nears, I am gone but Yasmin fills my mind
in old Bombay she sits and writes to aged dames like I.
So far away, all we have is words to bring us near,
so often times I...

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I sit and watch. 

Changes come so slowly. 
So, vigilance is required,
an attentiveness to minutia.
There are layers of wardings 
erected        between
the watch 	and I. 

Thoughts, which flit and...

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With a voice ornamented in ogled tension
you ask me,
like vulnerable flesh queries warm obsession,
Do you mean to love me this way...
on your mouth, a hold of hope I see
to you I say...
Does the sun choose...

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An ape to date voluptuous black body,
Surly you must be crazy,

The half breed genetically modified;
From planet of the apes, 
Waylays to embarrass Go-ogle search engine, 
New Hollywood Entity?

Seeks a fine suitor from the human race,
For...

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forgiveness,  may, me, spoken word, word play, writing, game

OH FOLDERAL AND FIDDLE-DE-DEEDS! © 

Polite use in ‘words’ does astonish----
Creating a good reference when stated…..
But ‘red tape’ always ensues.
Going about ‘knotting’ a halt to its...

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I drop my guard and rabble raps my door
Which welcomes no anachronistic arrays
To dampen the mood on my floor.

I watch on the beach as she reaches the shore
Where in remorse for me she prays 
Cos...

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The vigil of mirth and praise
Hopeful and prayerful arms raise
Alms to the creator of our days
New gratitude for his generous outlays
Kindness and mercy he endlessly displays
Scepter with which he guards our pathways
Goodness and grace to...

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