The Undefeated
Tyson Fury he's a man,
If he says he'll do it, you know he can,
He Has been down, but never beaten,
He can never be accused of cheate'n
He has risen like the Pheonix,
Many times before,
His battles have been many,
But he finally won the War.
His biggest fight is with himself,
He is both, Protagonist and Referee,
He will not be left upon the shelf,
His inner fight has set him free..
He is an inspiration,
To all of thosewho Share,
A lack of motivation,
Or a need for special care.
CassiusClay, aka' Mohammded Ali,
Did rather well ,like Tyson Fury,
His biggest fight , was a neurone disease,
'Parkinsons' does not, leave one at ease,
There were times ,Tyson felt rejected,
Not undewrstood, or respected,
But a new Tyson Fury was unfurled,
Retiring undefeated, 'Champion of the World.'
Categories:
neurone, dedication, depression, destiny, drug,
Form: Epigram
The Tinsil
Tinsil,
I will.
Deeply,
Brightly.
Colours,
Flowers.
Strands meshed,
Refreshed.
Sizes,
Guises.
Splashed on,
Neurone.
Happy,
Sparkly.
Whole house,
Fast mouse.
Dresses,
Guesses.
Repost,
The toast.
Categories:
neurone, christmas, culture, december, family,
Form: Footle
Villanelle: Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Two hundred leagues long ten times as much deep
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
Three lines I wrought short of just one neurone
Kept me waking drowsing falling back to sleep
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Just three words nagging I could not call back home
Or was it the feminine rhyme I could not keep
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
I thought on waking up first lines had round come
I could see naked words before my eyes weep
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Some naughty mermaid lure my lines to embalm
Or did some Rhyme Master frown down from crest steep
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
Redress not tresses nor shoals of letters blame
Let them swish and swarm comb hidden beaches sweep
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
neurone, allegory, crazy, creation, dream,
Form: Villanelle
The messiahs of my mind are savages,
Yet refined and noble, they withstand
The furnace of passing time that ravages
To carry news of global consequence.
With spears of destiny wrought electron blue
Their piercing travel sought focus eclectic,
Stimulating arcs of dream fired through
With sparking intellectual precedence.
Bridging the void to spike centres of pleasure,
The star-man employed of swastika visions,
I felt how emotional fascist measure
Oppressed ardour’s thrust of connection.
And by grains of reason and capacious desire
Unpicked the chains, the neurone steel,
Downed fences corralling with razor wire,
Unbound of treason and insurrection.
Deconstructing pale verbiage of Reich,
And avail the intensity of knowing,
The intensity of savage messiahs, godlike,
Angelically burning brutal and tender.
For beyond love’s shallow biology
Beyond the hollow spasm of physicality,
Deeper waters fathomed, deeper psychology,
I swim in your atoms of splendour.
Categories:
neurone, devotion, friendship, life, love,
Form: Verse