I didn’t want to write this poem,
But how could I refuse
When every day I read or hear
More horror in the news?
The Mideast situation’s
Always had opposing views
And sadly, when there’s fighting,
Everybody feels the screws.
Yet after World War II, survivors
Thought they’d paid their dues,
But here we are again with hatred
Aiming at the Jews.
At colleges, behavior
That nobody should excuse
Has caused fear among the students
They have chosen to accuse.
Some had relatives the Nazis
Forced in camps to wear tattoos,
So they’re shocked to learn that loathing
Hasn’t managed to defuse.
It’s a horrible reminder
That so many can confuse
Outright evil with the right to have
A homeland one can’t lose.
Categories:
mideast, hate, war,
Form: Rhyme
army of the civil war the rivers and the waters will battle the cities.
the people be trouble as the new be seated, taken in Battle the west and
the pope has failed.
before death shown on the Mideast fury shall show it's hungry.
the secret election trouble trouble by far. come see what i see
shall the new hitter said, come be witnesses of me, the new pope Shall say.
under Venus law Leo the church shall come to the west with a great Sepent
and the west shall eat of it's fruit. now the fair skinned shall know it's time had come
to pay it's recompences.
come now children of Yahweh see what I see, some will try a hard cup from enter isles
he will led carelessness to salic.
on the sea he will be false be desolated and unarmed.
not from trembling lips but born of full power.
he will most of all find the weakness in the lion hand.
he will be fury that the west can not help, than all on the hand of Yahweh
people yet be giving no help, for the people know he just a coward. but also not give hand to the west
who see them not as a people, this secret shall come to pass in the next pass of the virgin
death to leo and in the seven pigs.
Categories:
mideast, bible, spiritual, war,
Form: Free verse
Christmas is the season of joy!
It’s the time to party and enjoy!
So I bought whipped-cream cakes for my boy.
I wonder if he still thinks of me giving him a toy.
I overheard the Christmas anthem on the street.
I saw my friend Ernest bopping on his feet.
“Would you like to come and do the toast?”
I said “Bye! Not now! I still need to roast…”
My grocery food bags were as many as Christmas balls.
Shall I make a star-spangled dish out of these bowls?
And I thought of cooking buttered-chicken with parmesan cheese.
My woman loves them much and so I could please.
As I was looking at those Christmas lights under the moon,
I felt the rush of excitement heading back soon.
I was enclosed in isolation for years in a Mideast dome.
Yet now is my moment to spend Christmas at home.
Categories:
mideast, celebration, christmas, love, wife,
Form: Rhyme
They are still fighting in the Mideast
Jews killing Arabs and Arabs killing Jews
Civil wars in Yemen and Syria
lead to the death of children
Will out poems change people's hearts?
Let us pray they do
A litle optimism
is what is needed
by all of us versifiers
We must do our best to help create
paths to peace in the world
It is vital!
Categories:
mideast, peace, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
Limerick crochetés: Once Mid-East refugee hi-jacked plane
Once Mid-East refugee hijacked plane
At Heathrow Airport without much pain
Set course for Florida
Down Gulf Stream danced salsa
O’er Bermuda Triangle lost brain
Raised head in parallel universe
Where everybody spoke only in verse
Shakespeare just a mere page
At beck and call of Sage
Who rode on a flying-trapeze hearse
Walt Whitman why whipped hard ten times tight
For turning fine-tuned verse e’er so slight
Beat poets all sweat caned
Their howls and growls un-maned
Ginsberg last seen dropping out of sight
Harriet Monroe drowned in P-Soup
To lay P-Foundation nin.com poop
Rhyme and dine for a dime
At Multi-Verse win prime
Refugees now cross Atlantic in sloop
At P-Soup Port they re-fuel with port
Learn how to parse clichés sans rapport
Great poems like Hardy’s
Drivel from their panties
“America” refugees sing out!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2018
Categories:
mideast, humor, immigration, poetry,
Form: Limerick
The sun rose this morning
Hip-Hip-Hooray!
Things are going our way
Frost and drought
Did not destroy crops
There’s food for the world – Lick your chops
A truce finally came in the Mideast
Soldiers are coming home
No more to war will they roam
Cures have been found for Ebola and cancer
All who were ill are now well
We’ll never again hear the death knell
Washington D.C. is rejoicing
A new president won election
The economy is headed in a better direction
All who want jobs are now working
Teachers, nurses, street cleaners too
Accolades abound for this major breakthrough
Harmony prevails throughout the world
All religions and cultures have united as one
No one need carry a gun
Environmental protection efforts are working
Let’s rejoice with a sip of wine
Prayers have been answered by a Creator divine
*October 18, 2014
Categories:
mideast, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
No One Way
by Odin Roark
Mideast smoke may never clear
Forces know inversion
Custer set out to eliminate Crazy Horse
Only to find killers get killed too
Thus
Fate opts to continue as
One’s long term landlord
Mending hurt feelings
At times
Repairing aging plumbing
At times
Providing odd company
At times
Then
As consciousness takes up arms
Destiny is challenged
The enigmatic and reality
Face each other
In life’s enormous battlefield of experience
Decision time
Each turns
Moves away from each other
As if returning to their respective
Exhausted and impoverished armies
Not unlike unavoidable gravity
Making two planets pass
Out of conjunction
Or
Two political adversaries
Unwilling to note the other’s existence
Or
One’s own habitual stride
With legs of a miniscule lifetime
Coming together and parting
Like mercury at one’s fingertips
Fate and consciousness
Being but parts of the whole
Each with different directional pull
Each with a varying true north reading
Each a part of one’s complete story
Remains inevitably ordained for freedom
One way
Or another
Categories:
mideast, strength,
Form: Free verse
The wedding they’d dreamed of was carefully chosen
For brisk mid-autumn before the ground was frozen
As her freedom fighter struggled in the Mideast
She was absorbed in planning a fall wedding feast
A lively country band in the red barn would play
Magenta chrysanthemums would be her bouquet
Though many of his comrades never made it home
He returned to be wed ‘neath fall’s colorful dome
*Entry for Rick’s “Autumn Dream” contest
Categories:
mideast, seasons, wedding, wedding, wedding,
Form: Couplet
Promises were made when you sought my vote
I swallowed your lies and it gets my goat
The changes you vowed did not come to pass
Where are those tax breaks for the middle class?
And what became of "peace in the Mideast"?
November will prove voter support has ceased
Congress exempts itself from their own mandates
No equal rights in these United States
Partisanship leads us down a dark road
The Tea Party's kettle is set to explode
Republicans, Democrats, please take heed
You've targets on your backs; soon you will bleed
A quick ticket home will be your reward
We the people won't buy lies anymore
*For the Outrageous Rhyme challenge
Categories:
mideast, angst, political, social
Form: Sonnet
Notes and flowers are left by the wall
Symbols of grief for soldiers who fell
Countless names, Vietnam Veterans
In hearts of those living spirits dwell
An older woman holds a child's hand
Points to a name and lays a small wreath
"I wish your grandfather had known you,
He was just twenty; his life so brief
"Your mother never met him either
Though his marrow might have saved her life
Your Uncle Aaron had his blue eyes
Losing him too added to my strife
"Aaron's name can't be found on this wall
Perhaps another wall will be built
To honor our fallen in the Mideast
And relieve the war makers' guilt"
* Ekphrasis on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, a wall constructed in Washington, DC
Categories:
mideast, history, war
Form: Ekphrasis
Here we go again trying to outdo our past
Another year gone and lessons that won’t last
People before principles is where we’re heading I fear
Prudence has been lost, common sense shoved to the rear
Year past we had a shred of hope for peace at least
New Year’s come yet upheaval still rules the Mideast
E-boli is forgotten and our current pandemic is the flu
What government population control is coming anew?
You see fights, stupidity, pollution, wars, and history of it all
Each generation perpetuates its own fall
Are we ever going to learn our lesson? Gain and grow?
Revel in the New Year if you can … use what you know
Categories:
mideast, introspection, life, new year,
Form: Acrostic
Such promises you made when asking for our vote
But it’s been a year and your vows are now remote
What happened to removing troops from the Mideast
And finding the right recipe for economic relief
Hungry families still living in shabby tents
Unemployed fathers pounding streets as they vent
New foreclosure signs are erected every day
As in Washington with our dollars leaders play
That gleam in your eye once inspired us to have hope
But middle-class tax breaks were not enough to cope
With rising prices at the pumps and in food stores
The uninsured yet sit on emergency room floors
Though you still seem to feel you have us hoodwinked
Betrayal is sensed by those struggling on the brink
We now look to you with accusatory eyes
Wondering how we consumed your pack of lies
Perhaps your intentions were good but believe us
You are not our Savior; His name was Jesus
Although we remain “one (stressed) nation under God”
In your next campaign you won’t get our nod
We’ll just take our cause to a far higher Power
Because in politicians, our trust has been soured
Dedicated to ALL of the politicians who made promises that have not been fulfilled.
Categories:
mideast, angst, political, social
Form: Couplet
He was a young English soldier in India,
A soldier's funds are rarely ample,
But he went into a mideast Bodega,
He sought a gift for his Indian girl,
Gungahontis...
Her favorite cologne, Eau de Camille,
sat on a shelf...he had not enough
money to buy it himself
So he pulled out his Dinar Card,
and saved the day, at least till about
when he stopped to bray about his clout,
an hour later when he was killed
by runaway horses.
Seems he was not the only one running
at the mouth.
Categories:
mideast, adventure, allegory, angst, death,
Form: Ballade