Euphoric, I rush to you, Lord, unaware I'm naked.
In your presence, my physique and psyche are elated
On my way, I trampled them—thus my kith and kin complained.
In my mad, single-minded pursuit, had I gone harebrained?
Am I a rebel that I've given up all social norms?
Drunk with your thoughts, have I forgotten all gregarious forms?
My home and all within it, seem to me nonexistent.
In my sleeping and waking I've become inconsistent.
I'm filled with hallucinations of heaven day and night.
With devils and furnaces, in my nightmares, I often fight.
I feel your Spirit flowing like a stream and washing me.
From my sins of commissions and omissions, I rise free
Transcending each mundane infinitesimal dharma
That fetters me in a birth-rebirth cycle of Karma.
Like a mad mullah or like a crazy priest of Allah
In each drama, am I not seeking you, the Param Brahma?
Categories:
mullah, destiny, devotion, faith, god,
Form: Rhyme
Terrifying threats hang over Israel from Iran
That Ayotollah Mullah Fellah sure can bellow
In the end, Israel will expose him
~ as yellow
Categories:
mullah, color, courage, fear, international,
Form: Political Verse
Fanatics in Talibama
stadiums of bigoted extravaganza
hopefully supporters one day held to account
for abusing children in the name
of evangelical doctrine
He assassinates foreign officials
as terrorists like to do
he supplies Saudi Arapia
so they can kill more children than you
he loves his small fingers and his walls
He runs his concentration camps
he stops the needy from eating food stamps
socialism is all so very bad
unless is to help the richly glad
or paying hookers for the peeing mad hatter
Many cronies gone to jail
he will sell out his family
never mind sell-out the USA and democracy
he's Putin's batch and that's a fact
for years washing money for those Russian rats
He downed a plane for his re election
he said Obama would do the same
however Obama it seems was not insane
Trump committed crimes against humanity
time for him to face the wall
Of justice
Categories:
mullah, allah, america, betrayal, children,
Form: Quatrain
I am waiting for 60 Minutes to run out the clock
and I am waiting for Old Media to request end-of-life counseling
and I am waiting for NASA to announce an imminent extinction event
and I am waiting for the FCC to scrap its plan to monitor thought waves
And I am really waiting for someone to interrupt Bill O’Reilly
I am waiting for Wolf Blitzer to screw up one morning and shave
and I am waiting for GM to admit the Volt was not grounded in reality
and I am waiting for Madonna to say she’s mad as hell and she’s not gonna shake it anymore
and I am waiting for a priest, a rabbi, and a mullah to walk into a bar
And I am really really waiting for the day when humor is color-blind
Inspired by the poem I Am Waiting by Lawrence Ferlinghetti,
from A Coney Island of the Mind (1958)
Categories:
mullah, humor,
Form: Free verse
Villanelle : The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – Part Two
Fail not to get your passports all in order
Make sure the belt around your breast’s not too thick
The security check’s stringent at Death’s door
Do secret services stack agents au-delà
Moss-Add in Sea Eye Ache Am I 5 or sick ?
Fail not to get your passports all in order
Putt-Inn Quai Bee Jees F(W)rench in the Works galore
All zero-ing in from satellites swirling blick
The security check’s stringent at Death’s door
Diplomatic passports with laissez-passer
Not quite sure if Death’ll fall for the bloody trick
Fail not to get your passports all in order
Heads of State bank presidents monarchs mullah
Not quite sure if air-spaces’ reserved for their ilk
The security check’s stringent at Death’s door
Rely not on agents with chicks and coffer
In the hope Death’ll try deadly earth chick lick
Fail not to get your passports all in order
The security check’s stringent at Death’s door
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
mullah, death, political, violence,
Form: Villanelle
The sun voyages on day’s last tour
Delves to relax
To make some rest and rest awake
The boatmen like a defeated soldier
Sails tireless though
Humming a song blissful however
Seems despondent and dejected
A thin line of smile fixed in face
Trapped are the limbs
By bulky exertion
Though caged in melancholy.
The cat moves hither and thither
Staring at her fisherman master’s face
Expecting to fill her empty stomach
With gills and fins fresh.
The lady at home
Prepares weapons, salt and spices
For a storage long
With broad and wide smile fixed to face
Dreaming of bread and butter for a month.
The pundit offers
A palmful of water after holy dip
A step before the last rite of the day
‘The evening Aalati’
The mullah sits on roadside
To thank the almighty with spread palms
For a safe and successful day
And expecting better tomorrow.
Categories:
mullah, beauty, environment, nature,
Form: Free verse
Mullah
Owns
Nothing
Except
You..
Hmm..
I wonder what 'mullah' is.
Categories:
mullah, money,
Form: Acrostic
All you need is one word,
Erase just one word
from the minds of the people,
Rout out just one idea, one concept,
Eliminate 'Religion' from
the dictionary of mankind--
Man's stupendous and
gravest faux pas!
And, you'll see peace,
happiness, brotherhood;
There won't then be any infidels,
No gentiles, no heathens,
No pagans, no idol worshipers;
No racism, no hatred, no jihad,
No crusades, no inquisition,
No persecution, no repercussion.
No church, no mosque,
No temple, no synagogue,
No holy scriptures,
No words of God,
No places of pilgrimage,
No holy sites, no holy icons;
There won't be a pope or a priest,
Nor any saint or a swami,
No mullah, no imam,
No pundit or any rabbi.
No one to dupe you,
No one to lure you,
No Satan, no sin,
No guilty conscience,
No need for confession
No need for salvation;
And, what the hell,
There won't be any hell!
"I Can't Breathe" contest by Cyndi MacMillan
Categories:
mullah, religion,
Form: Free verse
I wake up to the radio, the cops have this suspect on the run
who dives out of my speaker and is brandishing a gun.
He jumps off of my balcony but before he hits the ground
becomes the victim of a drive by that is going down.
I open up a coffee can, I'm needing some caffeine
when out jumps illegal aliens who run fleeing from the scene.
They dive into a mailbox where agents for the CDC
are investigating some anthrax conspiracy.
Welcome to America the all day non-stop culture show
I've been up an hour now, only 23 to go.
The suicidal mullah and the martyr fission guard
are fencing with the fuel rods of the Babylon Jihad.
All the foam fanged infidels with their bottle rocket brains
start launching their scenarios for a nuclear exchange.
Out on the worried boulevard nervous heads explode
from all the terror elevated pressure overloads.
It starts a circus stampede of the psychotropic hoard
who rush down to the pharmacy for the Prozac smorgasbord.
Welcome to America the all day non-stop culture show
I've been up an hour now, only 23 to go.
Categories:
mullah, america, culture, day, satire,
Form: Couplet