Who?
Uhh... I Don’t
Own Any Of This;
It's Not Mine.
I'm Just A
Spectre, A
Spectator;
An Intro-Spection.
I Do Enjoy
The Opportunity,
But It's Not Mine:
*I In-Habit.*
-Gray Squirrel
02-22-2026
They tell you to ment what is broken,
but what if broken is ment to be broken.
They show you a world without flaws
but what if our reality comes with withdraws
A gift of imperfections to shine upon the surface
Layering emotions that do make us nervous
As fear is the chain that keeps us in line
So tight up to the system as we bite our time
Parly to con-verse, lia to mislead or inform
Mindfully as in (ment)
Parli is part of a word that explains, with
lia in the middle who so often complains
Ment to misdirect one.. Or billions? its moot?
To distort our mentality..What can it all be about?
Parl lia ment if you've noticed says it all in its name!
It might not work for you.? My description..Yet to me
All looks really so plain.' Talking and twisting and
Mentally blitzing.' seems to be the main aim? I think
Of the casualties? i reflect on the pain.' Any honour seems
Hollow.' Insane? In the shadow of this dark.' And it seems such
Has been forever? (in reading) Matthew; Luke John and
Mark.'
O occasionally human BE-ings get more than
N nature's gifts, even our thinking skills
E everyone melts into one: UsOne Presence
Never wrote a lie
i didn't mean
was the grudge between mean and t meant
i set the mood
a quiet interlude
i cajole her
i console her
she's capricious
not malicious
i don't rush her
there's no pressure
she's usually game to play
there's time she says 'no way'
she's temperamental as a cat
she's the feather in my hat
at times a recluse
she's my muse
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~SEEKING PEACE OF MIND~ 2020
Also published in 24-page photo/anthology ~A POEM BORN~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2021
Submitted on March 26, 2020 for contest A-MUSE-SING sponsored by RICHARD LAMOUREUX - RANKED 4TH
we like same meals
have same ideal
to you always appeal
we're great lover
together don't get no better
we're
MENT FOR
EACH OTHERS
IMP-EACH-MENT-AIR-DITTY - IV
Leer on face droning phony his Speech
Coast-Guard nasal-ed win bareback on Leech
Triumph of Demo-Crazy
World aghast by Lunacy
DEMOCRACY strappado-ed on staid Beach
Lone Life-Saver shed ONE tear on lost Beach
While Leech kicked bareback biting hand of Teach
Peach tore to shreds SOTU
Corona-Virus-ed YAHOO !
Now POTUS sons romp and riot on Beach !
POTUS Son-in-Law Prophet Peace Preach !
Indicted Jockey borne aloft by Leech:
Gold-grab Land-grab God-grab !
Blow this World up so drab !
Let the Self-CHOSEN-Few reign with Leech !
Shame ! Shame on US ! Last bastion of Speech !
The World held its breath hoping YOU’d us teach !
Your sons laid their lives down
To uphold righteous Crown:
Empty words rot on Omaha Beach !
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, February 3, 2020
IMP-EACH-MENT-AIR-DITTY III !
Holy Smoke ! Odour of incense on Beach !
Trainers marched with saddles to straddle Leech !
« SILENCE ! » Dull as Thunder !
« Under pain of locker ! »
Grave mist hung low on Life-Savers each !
CJOTUS kept clock arms for each to preach
Who summoned Founding Fathers onto Beach !
« This race is no Trial !
Draw horse blood in phial !
Drink ! » said Chief Life-Saver Nation to teach !
Coast-Guard in Cloak-Rooms begged bets to reach
The magic number to put to sleep Teach
« Hold back horses until
All bets are in the till !
I’ll let none throw law-books on my Leech ! »
Indicted Jockey rode-off bareback on Leech !
To save face while saddled Life-Savers preach:
« No Nuts ’n Bolts-on, please !
This fake Trial must cease ! »
Come November who’ll lose this race on Beach ?
(c) T. Wignesan, Paris, January 29, 2020
IMP-EACH-MENT-AIR-DITTY - II
Coast-Guard droned and whined striding on Beach
« Who dares to teach me how to close breach ?
Hand over the saddles !
I’ll dump them in puddles !
No-one , I say, rides bareback on Leech ! »
Peach of a Teach lay bareback on Beach
Counting on four bets to counter Leech
« What if Coast-Guard turns coat ?
Calls no bets after vote ? »
Who’s to reach for reins to saddle Leech ?
Hocus-Pocus ! POTUS ! Teach Impeach !
Who rules as Leech trots on beyond reach ?
Now we have hung Jury
ImPeachMentAlIty
No more bets, please ! Beseech not Teach to preach !
Leech filly chairs G-20 ! O ! Screech !
Vice-POTUS heifer draws 50G bleach !
High stakes family fun
The World is a top spun !
Will POTUS filly rule from the new breach ?
(c) T.Wignesan - Paris, January 15, 2020
you and eye
see eye to eye
this is no lie
together its do or die
we're more than just lover
WE WERE
MENT FOR EACH OTHER
Imp-Each-Ment-Air-Ditty
Once peach of a Teach on beach tried to preach
The art of closing the reach in a breach
The Coast-Guard drew his gun
Shot a hole in the bun
Now Teach leaks through breeches during Speech
Teach then placed bets on a horse called Leech
Before Whistle-Blower could cry « Impeach ! »
Leech took off in anger
To smite Whistle-Blower
House closed down for lack of bets on Leech
Whistle-Blower held breath to teach impeach
Upper House closed the breach to foist Leech
Said Teach : « No more bets, please ! »
Leech learned to trot with ease
Then Teach rode Leech without a screech
Teach then said : « Place all bets out-of-reach !
This race will take first place : Each-to-Each ! »
Twenty-two trillion debt
The pit is full and wet
Whose finger will dam dike in the breach ?
(to be continued)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, December 17, 2019
can't you tell
you ring my bell
we are the same
and am not insane
your my lover
you are the best
my mind on you is set
we were
MENT FOR EACH OTHER
can't stop
the thinking in
my head
doc I can't
sleep but she
told me write
another and then
another before
you sleep
we are together
will be forever
you see we have the key
baby our
LOVE WAS MENT TO BE
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