Pearls of sweat trickling down the cheeks
On the cup of warm tea
As the vendor sells his ice cream
It is a poetry
The fish seller from dawn to noon
Toils hard and earns little
Her smile always reveals poems
Her health is though brittle
Sunshine writes rhyme on the muscles
Of sweepers on the street
With heavy brooms they keep shining
Our roads in scorching heat
The little girl as she washes
Cups and plates in tea stall
Her dimples twinkle in bright light
From the tall shopping mall
Clouds feel the burning heat in which
The working class survives
They all gather above their heads
And welcome rain arrives
A car stops near the hospital
A patient is moved in
By that gate a corpse is moved out
Abrupt twitch in my chin
Words are restless in life and death
To bloom in poetry
I try to set them through my pen
When neurones are in glee
Even when a leaf falls at night
Under the apple tree
Whispers moonlight your job is done
Now you will come with me
The bubbling ripples in your brook
Are so charming in rain
That I cannot help carving out
Dark blue dream in my vein
September 5, 2017
Categories:
neurones, dark, death, dream, life,
Form: Rhyme
The pen I write with one day you gave me
The words I use would not perhaps have come
Had you not given me your misty sea
That flooded my rooms with splashes handsome
The time I come across every morning
The birds from hills and woods inviting me
Are whispers I have saved from your hairpin
Making me look at you in reddened glee
True you are no more in my hands and lips
And I get you when my breath is lonely
When sea is calm and in rest are tulips
In the purple whispers of time only
The river though has got robbed of its game
The restless neurones still now dance like flame
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15/9/2016
Categories:
neurones, bird, memory, river, time,
Form: Sonnet
Just like you
I saw a woman today, just like you.
Dark hair and almond eyes, with high
Cheek bones from the east; slender with
Gently curving hips.
Just like you.
Walking the cobbled streets at night, in the
Cool of the northern summer, the crowds
Swirl past me; and I glimpse someone
With lilting walk.
Just like you.
It is as though you have come to
Haunt my thoughts, like a phantom
Living in my neurones; a pleasing memory,
that invites a smile.
Just like you.
Again, but now in a southern summer,
Sitting in the sub-tropical soft caress
Of evening, amidst the hub-bub of a
Busy restaurant, I see a woman.
Just like you.
Her long dark hair drifts down across her
Graceful curves, and your phantom enters
My mind; sparkling eyes and crimson lips
That part, to softly speak.
Just like you.
I saw a woman today, just like you;
And my eyes mist with tears,
That I blink away, holding my head erect
In defiance and independence
Just like you.
Categories:
neurones, farewell, feelings, grief, i
Form: Rhyme
I look to the day when they species is endangered,
When Cerebral Palsy as a condition is almost extinct,
When there’s other disabled people to interact with,
When our existence is teetering and on the brink.
I know researchers and scientists will cure the condition,
In two hundred years time or so by thought and deed,
By ingenuity they'll cure the brain damaged neurones,
When let us move and control our output and feed.
I hope my descendants will be far better off for me,
No matter where they come in the timescale of drugs,
In the timescale of effective surgery or treatment,
To reconnect the cerebellum and neurones, the thugs.
If you ask a believer for their confidence and hope,
They'll say god, faith, healing prayers or reverence,
But I say believe in doctors and the health service,
Trust in nurses to gain your wellbeing convergence.
Categories:
neurones, health, science, trust, truth,
Form: Rhyme
COPLA 113 RESOLUTION : This Bad Guy World
This Immutable Yi Jing Law :
Do harm and join the Bad Guy ranks –
Is Bad/Good the same
Absurd so long as past Death’s door
None may reveal what’s on nether banks :
WHO plays this game
Can thoughts survive the death of neurones
Trillions of intricate connections :
Bio-chemicals
Harmful acts ‘interred’ with one’s bones
Makes no sense Good Guys suffer restrictions :
Frees the criminals
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
neurones, conflict, violence,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
COPLA 77 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World
Bad Guys hope to keep their disguise
For they all parade as Good Guys:
Whisk their masks off
So bloated their egos through lies
They think their mission’s to act wise:
Rub Good Guys off
The history of violence
Is the history of religions:
For Go(o)d they slay
And who enjoy such indulgence:
The puny guys sans neurones
Who chant hearsay
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
neurones, conflict, god,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
SSRI's and I ...
... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking,
like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling,
worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out,
the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout,
dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat,
caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat.
I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude,
feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles,
crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars,
as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...
Categories:
neurones, angst, beautiful, beauty, confusion,
Form: I do not know?
Dreaming the dream of love in decay,
neurones aflame and raw;
sifting psychic debris as night swallows day,
ragged and broke on the floor.
Splintered chewed nails as they drag down the wall,
clawing through plaster and dust;
crushed diamond skulls like fine crystal balls
in raptures of shame and disgust.
Sleeping the sleep of the damned and dismayed,
rocked in a cradle of hate;
schisms and fractures are stark overlaid
on a cortex inert and innate.
Machinery crackles and spits microwaves,
demonic and set to explode;
sinners and saints spin in uniform graves,
rivers of blood overflowed.
Pacemakers with teeth, veins springing holes,
atriums bursting apart;
keeping the beat of a warmonger soul,
hungered snarls from the carnage heart.
"The horror! The horror!" as Kurtz softly screamed
when death rang the terrible bell;
consequence, motive, one snapshot of truth,
it is realisation that's Hell.
Categories:
neurones, allegory, angst, history, philosophy,
Form: Verse