The sky sneers at me through the curtain of clouds
I strain in vain to see if a star is flickering
The night stands stripped of all munificence
As I turn and twist on my bed,
I know for sure insomnia stubbornly
Keeps her reins on my poor self
As I lie sleepless with my torso weighing a ton,
Whispering my anguish onto my pillow
With darts of pain stinging out from my swollen eyes
I know I have lost sense of every passing hour,
But intensely feel every moment….
My ear drums are slit by the sirens of ambulances
Their blinking lights flashing in darkness
And scrawling strange graffiti on the walls
Down in the patio, I hear the swish
Of paper flung by the paper boy
Thank God! The night has ended.
But is it not for another night’s painful litany?
Yet I dream of a bright dawn
At the end of every night of distress!
Though curved like a question mark,
she walks without a Zimmer frame.
Will she ever veer from
the narrow,
nonsensical
dirt road?
She earns,
mopping, scrubbing, laundering, and currying.
She’s often gifted with
rice, tea powder, jaggery, sari, soap,
and so on.
Thanks to the munificence
of her mistress.
She saves and stores,
living in parsimonious penury.
She loses her delicious delights
in spending tension.
A schlock existence –
everything safely decays in her store.
There’s certainly a spark of work
(even at the dog-end)
of her life.
But when will she live on the earth?
First published in Native Skin, and then reprinted in The Literary Hatchet
A nurse with near exhausted patience
Trying to fix back a dislodged needle:
An order from her fought clear conscience,
When she could task stop to just tweedle;
She’d spent all her purposed munificence
And nursed patient stuck to her fiddle.
Nicely, diligence rules atmosphere,
It being a stark life-and-death affair
But Thunder is in Ionosphere
And Satan in nearer Troposphere!
Thirty-Six year back he did her wed,
Who now sat on a watcher’s free bed:
Husband had glimpsed final curtain fall,
Wife leaving him to their joint-rolled ball;
Last son not sure he would still grow tall
Or ringing phone pick and it’s her call.
The year ends with the Christmas time,
freezing in the festive December air,
as the sun-soaked days fade out
at the glacial edge of the lasting night.
The celebration panorama draped with stellar dust
will glitter with the luster of grandeur,
as the star will descend in our enthralled hearts,
that will gleam bright in the divine light.
The melody of church bell and carol will hover
in the air from afar with heavenly flair,
herald once again His arrival amongst us
with the benign message of benevolence.
The portals of our minds will open to insight,
perceive the essence of His kindness,
filling up the cauldron of devotion,
we’ll empty for Him from our devout souls.
The sinned will be saved by His munificence,
shimmering in the star of the ornate fir tree,
that will glitter with the radiance of kinship,
inspiring us with the tenets of Christmas spirit.
_____________
December 9, 2022
Contest : Christmas Spirit
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
At a time when a vital organ of mine began to fail,
I thought that was the beginning of the end.
The miserable mind plunged in the abyss of despair,
for modern medicines seemed not to work.
As I reached the fading edge of optimism,
receiving the destiny’s signal for departure,
I submitted to the benevolence of the Almighty,
prayed for His blessings for miraculous cure .
I found in the gloom of the dismal nights,
His light illumine the darkness of the future.
My soul sailed in the sea of faith as never before,
and my organ got the divine healing touch.
I got a changed life as the epiphany dawned
with new sunrise in the firmament of consciousness,
my senses felt the essence of His munificence,
and I realized the power of prayer.
______________
August 27, 2022
Contest : The Epiphany That Changed Your Life Forever
Sponsored by : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Which Modern Man longs
For the folksongs
Helped by rusted gongs
Or their lines sing to a throng,
Very sure that nothing is wrong?
Which Modern Man eats with bare hands,
Because on them unseen sands
And this publicizes with bands,
Heroically skirting lands?
No Modern Man flees from books
To simply keep learning from looks;
To libraries and books
Forced back with hooks!
The Modern isn’t Ancient,
In restraint glimpses the sufficient
He is The Okay with a robbed ambience,
Meaning or feigning its munificence.
I was waiting still
Wandering, dreaming
in the frozen tundra, communing
with echoes of unformed shadows
each season, I swore that this
Silviah will surely come someday
As angels share dreams
so are our tendrils twined
each node, an inch to sunlight
What solace you bring dear heart
What cheer and glee awaits our
flamed souls and charmed corolla
This August you come,
for us to become a vine of glory
your graceful ankles guides thee
to our hillside chapel for a mid day kiss
You have healed me dear Silviah
for the chambers of my heart bubble
with the munificence of your soul.
The crucible of your affection
has yielded endless hope,
sprouts of adorable sunflower
Happiness is sweet and warm,
you now contain all my fires within
furred nest, waxing, with scented mist
May the sun be clipped to sustain
this dawn for evermore
The art of friendship one can own
in warm silence, sepia tones.
Or very loud!
with passion and wild music;
painted vivid and with broad
palet and brush strokes.
That is you, and I smile at you
with arms opened so wide to embrace
your unstinted munificence.
Nothing artificial, so much love.
***
April 2 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 39
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Is violence life-wire of existence
Can God come into being beyond Nature
Violence in warp and woof of our nature
Can one avoid being part of violence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Who put Arjuna on guard against anger
The cause of the Great War was not in suspense
Can God come into being beyond Nature
Arrogate violence and commit blunder
Can one take life and affirm his existence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Taoists live life in accord with Nature
The seasons come and go in munificence
Can God come into being beyond Nature
Make not god to quibble about his Father
No god re-appears like this Grand Existence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Can GOD come into being beyond Nature
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
FEBRUARY
First fetish I fail to get over
Ending up as a travesty called time
Birthed in a frosty bewilderment
Reared in a misty munificence
Unique in its symbiotic signature
Arriving in time to live on in earlier times
Retiring to a further summary of time
Yielding an engaged but easy air.
Birth date: February 5th
Written on: 11 Aug 15.
For Charlotte's contest.
MARVIN BENET BLACKMON, JR.
Yesterday, as you remember, was just another day.
You played like a boy could with no worries in place.
Today you sing the gospel and your soul is fulfilled.
Benet, you are anointed to excel.
The stories of a Prophet who knew his way.
Oiled as a baby to be a champion.
Your grandmother was a great crusader of the cause.
You are a Mississippi State Bulldog.
Your substance will go far.
Marvin, you are your own self-worth.
MUSIC MAN
AMBLE ON.
RUMBLE,
VIBRANT, AND ALIVE
INFORMED BY PRICINPALITY
NECTAR WITH YOUR TRUMPET FLUID.
BEAUTIFULLY CULTURIZED TO CULTIVATE...
ENERGY FLOWS...
NEVERLAND IS YOUR SPIRIT.
EFFORTLESS YOU PLAY AS YOUR
TALENT IMPARTS.
BLACK AS JAZZ
LOOKS BEYOND THE CLOUDS.
ASPIRE TO CARVE YOUR OWN STYLE -
CASTE YOUR SPELL.
KEEP YOUR IDEAS TO DIVVY.
MUNIFICENCE THEREIN.
ONE LIFE YOU HAVE TO LIVE
NINE TIMES PLUS TEN.
JUST AND DEFINED HEREIN.
REMEMBER ALL THINGS POSSIBLE CAN BE ACHIEVED.
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Penned April 21, 2015!
He died so unexpectedly.
My soul provider and my identity,
In a complex world of desires.
My children father, their only dad,
His last breath of loved he bequeath.
My sister followed on Valentine’s Day.
Troubled by what he did not cause.
He was born in a world of faults.
We married without the consent of my mother
Whom, to us, brought us together.
Through the love of our children, his life is known.
He left the world to not suffer.
In his last breath, love was shown.
He said that he did not want to be a burden.
The memories are everlasting.
The strength in life, the caring, and the laughter;
All not forsaken by encumbered death,
But a paragon of peace forever.
Mighty is the power of the Lord.
Munificence
_________________________________________________________
Penned February 04, 2015!
A PHILANTHROPIST
God
People of the universe
Is transgressive
God
People of the world
Is munificence
Only you form your destiny.
God
People of the universe
Has given us our lives
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PENNED ON OCTOBER 03, 2014!
I passed in a garden
with the gaits of the wind.
I saw the owner of garden
with the art of love
in the look of a rose.
The branches of all the
trees were ornamented with
the blossom of the apple.
Bravo, the art of the charm
of the spring. The green
velvet of the grass has
spread its skirt for seeing
the munificence in the
hearts of my companions.
Flowing with the joy, a pond
in the garden took the fishes
that song the love melodies to
the abode of dream. Bravo, the
art of the charm of the spring.
I heard the joy of love in
the clamour of hundred
swallows. Then I saw the
feast of the trees that had
the branches ornamented
with the blossoms of love.
They song together the
melody of unity: bravo
the art of the charm of
the spring.
I thank the Lord for the glide of day
And the kind provision of bread;
None has a debt with the sky
That he may claim his right to be fed.
All depend on the Lord's beneficence,
His mercies and immense compassion;
All amenities found in His garrisons of munificence,
And His inexhaustible archives of love!
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