Let’s make the Greenland green again
Melt down the ice with fire
Let’s build on Greenland’s pleasant land
A city of desire
Erect the towers most gigantic
And hotels on the coast
The biggest port on the Atlantic
I dare to propose
Let’s make some money out of soil
I hope you understand
We’ll label it a Greenland oil
A number one oil brand
The Danish king must be well paid
To him we’ll do no harm
We’ll offer him a job to paint
A brand new coat of arms
I’ll be depicted in my pants
With a stone axe in hand
Parading on the golden sands
Of Greenland’s pleasand land!
Alexandra Tolstoy, lost it all, the bamks just
Threw her to the wall, held her funds
Locked her out, her fault?
Her Russian husbannd no doubt.!
Although he'd left for many years she took
The hit, expetienced fear; according to some
Info held she lived in Monaco sone records did
Tell, sh'ed visited twice..is domiciled U K, her
Absent man had alimony not paid.' Despite these
Facts it was claimrd otherwise on the flimsiest of
'False; facts' some company filed, not much of a
Bank of records in truth.' Then She got some air to
Tell her truth, nat-west did a u-turn paid her money
Yet the story morals are hardly funny, so be aware
Of subjective 'truths' watch out your info is not
Fool-proof, fact checking' today? Is as we know.'
Not real kosher, yet why is this so..?
Lorenzo a monk from Sienna in Monaco
painted predella panels 'to go '
Highly gifted& poetic
mauscripts another of his 'party' tricks
the greenland shark can be seen around greenland
and the brain begins to slow at 24
my brain fully developed in primary school
but my face has yet to do so
toxins in the air juxtaposed with the fermi paradox
rivers of mercury and winston churchill's parrot
i want to move to monaco
where all the mitochondria gyrates
the school don't ask me to host the christmas party
they ask the long-legged wood elf of a pe teacher
but i'm teaching romanticism
and still want to join the circus
A beautiful young woman who came from very near,
was off and running with a great acting career.
She starred in a movie with Clark Gable titled "Mogambo".
Later, she was paired with James Stewart in "Rear Window".
A great film by the name of "High Society" would show.
There were a few other movies we would get to know.
This actress soon met the prince from the tiny country of Monaco.
They tied the knot, and off she would go.
For this lucky prince, Grace made a wonderful wife.
Tragically, a fatal car accident took her life.
I thank imdb.com for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
The consistency on show is out of order
Switzerland has no hard border
by the rules it really oughta
Monaco too being by the water
Yet Brussels tussles with future allies
alone in their Irish Border cries
even the Irish don’t prioritize
attempts to show muscle in Brexit ties
No identity needed in Sweden from Norway
a border allowing you be on your way
the two wealthiest countries in the world today
have no hard border strange I’d say
But money talks and the EU listens
though doesn’t answer its own citizens
or make clear political systems
assigning, enforcing all but consistent
Some can’t see corruption until the mask crumbles
when it does Britain won’t be part of the tumble
when systems exposed come undone fall
then London calling as London stands tall
IF ever I had a country : XIX - XX
XIX
If ever I had a country
And if ever I were the Minister of Industry
I'd put a stop to the production of machines that disturb the peace
Electric-drillers motor-bikes clanking street-cars trains infested with fleas
Exile all Formula One champions to Singapore and Monaco
Where only the reeking rich besides you-know-who go
That is, if ever I were the Minister of Industry
And even if I never ever had no country
XX
If ever I had a country
And if ever I were the Minister of Technology
I'd clamp huge fines on manufacturers of machines without silencers
Banish all noise-making inventors wifeless to the Antartica's fastnesses
Lock-up for life all architects and engineers who build tenement-flat cities
With walls and floors so paper-thin to permit all kinds of sleepless atrocities
That is, if ever I were the Minister of Technology
And even if I never ever had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 8, 2018
She is born not of British Royalty
but that of Movie Star, Grace Kelly
Gucci Equestrian rider and her
friends Athena Onassis, Jennifer Gates
Charlotte, far prettier than her grandmother
In this time , this town, you'd grow
In this town, this time, you'll feel at home
your poor plenty more than rich enough
to crack the faultline,
your cup half full, half overflowing.
You stretch your legs and wings and mind and laugh
Find friends too easily,
and hand frayed throw cushions
to basement strangers.
But is it your life?
Tomorrow you'll return to the terraced houseboat,
to the gulls and the buoys
and there's a fresh breeze blowing
through fused stamens along the towpath,
coaxing brilliant notes
from your empty letter box
and spinning ancient coins
under a tear-shaped moon.
The chimes are natural now
not flat, not sharp, not late,
not ringing through your dreams like an ice-cream hearse.
He'll phone you at the weekend
She'll pop by with that book, that child, that unfinished thought.
And you'll drink methode champenoise
straight from the bottle
Like winning at Monaco
or from your shoe,
and chase your other lover
upstairs.
Now write a letter to yourself
and copy it to the moon.
Take the ferry to the island
and drive back across
the broad causeway.
In this time , this town, you grow
In this town, this time, you feel at home
Topography Lesson
Geography, I was good at it in school but somehow I missed San Marino.
I vaguely remember a movie with some lady star of yore making
a film about the place, maybe I have got it wrong and it was Monaco,
which has a royal house with princesses and a prince or two?
San Marino is a republic one of the oldest around and that is why it is
unknown. What, no princesses, no romantic castles or a mad king?
Sorry no. Just dry republicans, banks and a vinery and wild boars which
is of no interest to popular ladies´ magazines like “Halloo”.
In Serravalle, near the Apennine Alps; there is a butcher who specialises
in cured ham which has some claim to fame, and in San Marino,
the capitol city, there is a good restaurant. Humiliation, going through
life not knowing about this tiny republic its history and coinage; my shame
is total. Should you go there do not drive too fast, because before you
know it you are back in Italy, spaghetti Bolognese and smelly toilettes .
A lovely place is Menton
situated on the Med
near the French/Italian border
where the sun expands it's said
It's filled with many colours
from flowers with beautiful scents
really showing such beauty
in this part of Provence
There's many places nearby
Nice, Cannes and Monaco
to name only a few
there you must go
Everything about Menton
makes you want to come back
it makes for healthy living
so no need to pack your mac
The sun shines there
so strong and true
lemon fragrance a bound
it's peaceful rest is for you
poetgord@2013
It seems you’ve already made up your mind
Rescinded decisions is what u made of l see
Something you need to know pretty well
Before you single out your property and leave
That l got no compunctions at all for the path l took
I won’t even curse the day l met u
Neither shall l even consider forgetting
The very moment when love got sour
But cherish l will the moments we had
Some of those we held too dear
I hope you'll get the compulsory ingredient 4 your recipe
Cope, cope and cope
Cope with your life devoid of me
Cope with your sleep without my arms around you
Cope with your sorrows without me for consolation
Cope with your joys without me to give it the life it takes
I guess you got a message for me
The bells already ring loudly with clarity
To remind me that my time is over
Back to the drawing board l have to return it seems
Now club Monaco awaits me
To hit the pool balls one at a time
As l swallow one, two or more for the road
As l premeditate ma life without you
And get back as you sent mi.....
TO SQUARE ONE!!
Off all people i would most like to meet
At my Dinner Table, please take a seat
We could all choose Who - for various reasons
Just like nature, chose her seasons
A recent chap elected so
Its Obama man, go man go
Mr David Attenborough, the animals man
If they can do it, he can prove they can
Freddie Mercury, deceased singer of Queen
We could Bo Rap, if you know what i mean
Robin Islands, Awesome dude
He changed South Africa, with his wonderful good
This amazing guy, gets two more lines
Nelson Mandela is mighty fine
Grace Kelly of Monaco, of such beauty - Rainier knows
No longer with us, her spirit flows
Then there is me a Highland Lad
To the five above, my tables glad
Incredible in their own way
Two have gone, but there all here to stay
Presence, Legacy left behind
Indeed they are one of a kind.
To be so proud and able
To grace My Dinner Table.
Stained glass castle
with teakwood walls
fingers heating up the keys
sent soulful down the halls
Leather bound book of Paris
from 1928
maps of streets which know your feet
which your return do wait
Scent of Monaco on your sweater
sand from it's beach in your shoes
You're no longer called a traveler
by these cities you chose to peruse
Home is transient sunshine
through the window at the end of the hall
Love is the way you respond to your friends
when at their wit's end they do call
We hope wherever you are
you carry our names as we part
We value your wisdom and count on your friendship
we wear your tattoo on our hearts.