After finding an old rocking horse in our attic…I was so excited
then I became aware…
on the other side of the attic
sat a dusty little rocking chair.
When I showed the chair to Deborah…
She was a little bit surprised…
“That’s my old rocking chair!” She said
as tears welled in her eyes.
She said, “Be extra careful while you move it.”
“I sat in that rocking chair when I was small
and I have the photo to prove it.”
With her chair in hand she ran off
and behold…
returned with a photo of her in that chair
when she was 3 or 4 years old.
In the photo she is sitting next to her sister, Pris
and it was easy for me to see…
how one little old rocking chair
brought back two cherished memories.
A memory of a young girl…and her childhood rocking chair…
And the memory of her sister…who is no longer sitting there…
I imagine the makers of this rocking chair
could not have guessed…would have never suspected
all the joy this chair would give…all the memories it collected.
I imagine they’d be overjoyed…If they were here to share
the look on Deborah’s face…
when she was reunited with her chair.
Barely six and the bustle winds
through depths of lost descent
where reality hunts the night
dreaming of incoherent content
here dusk drifts off ever deep
butterfly float on off to sleep
in wings of the dormant pine
almost silently still, she weeps
but all I hear are angelic voices
begging on moonbeams to fly
breathless meaningful moments
singing in every teardrop cried
vous avez pris mon souffle
as I placed my hands upon her heart
a path opened to intimate ardor
and a pleasingly inauspicious start
So recently I heard that the present is past
And the future is now, a nudge to peruse fast
Maybe I should have been let into this data sooner
Maybe if I had subscribed earlier
But instead hobbling because of a mislocation of application
On my dislocation of information caused by a lagging foundation
Oh! As I see that tiny smiling crease, that silhouette through these solitary bars
My sight is magnified to the panacea
Simply mind formation
Simply learning to apprise your partis pris towards a defined location
An intense intention towards actualization
And it's effect, a genuflection of the spiritual
The problem is, Priscilla grew up
in a penthouse having parties while
Biff came of age under a bridge
fighting other trolls, he remembers.
When Pris calls his office and says
we're having guests tonight
the chasm in their marriage grows.
The guests go home sauced and smiling
but the chasm stays behind, snarling.
Biff can't make the leap to kiss Pris
and some day have 10 kids.
The next time she invites guests
he wants to be told at dawn.
Biff plans to skip feeding the pit bulls
and introduce them to her guests.
Donal Mahoney
Mon amour – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « My Love » by T. Wignesan
Me posséder ? Non, je ne me permets pas
L’amour que les autres connaissent,
Car j’ai épousé une cause:
Je me prive de tous loisirs de finesse.
Vous voulez me posséder toute entière:
Mon corps, mon âme et mon esprit;
Mon amour est réservé à mon peuple
En premier lieu, et puis l’humanité m’a pris.
L’entité sociale, celle qui désigne mon Moi
J'y ai renoncé depuis des lustres;
Ma vie est vouée au service des autres,
Aucun homme ne peut la ravir en maître.
L’intolérance des blancs m’emprisonne,
Des insultes et le mépris à me contraindre,
Je me dois d’être libre, je me dois d’être forte
Pour pouvoir lutter et les vaincre.
Car il y a des injustices à rectifier,
La malveillance des hommes à supporter,
C’est un long chemin, un parcours de solitaire,
Mais, Oui, le but est sûr et salutaire.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
As far as I can remember,
They were souls connected with mine.
But all the bridges of our friendships
Have moved away:
The boats have broken off their moorings,
And I do not know whether I am going astray,
But each on the station's platform,
Took they own roads of chance.
Souls may have crumbled,
By following their destiny.
These are missing faded away in the adventure,
Having lost their true nature,
By plunging towards infinity,
They were lost in oblivion .
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And in the original conception ( in french )
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Autant que je me souvienne,
c'étaient des âmes liées à la mienne.
Mais tous les ponts de nos amitiés
se sont éloignés :
les barques ont rompu leurs amarres,
et, je ne sais si je m'égare ,
mais chacun sur le quai de la gare,
a pris les routes de hasard .
Les âmes se sont peut-être abîmées,
en suivant leur destinée.
Ce sont des points disparus dans l'aventure,
ayant perdu leur vraie nature,
En plongeant vers l'infini ,
ils se sont perdus dans l'oubli.
-
RC - nov 2016
"Rapture"
I want you to capture... me
Caught in your Rapture... see
Upon this eternal bliss
Recieve my one true love"s kiss
Unleash my aperture...key
Never turn the light out...see
Do you know it's just you and me
Ever gonna let it be
Recieve my love honestly
Caring for you little miss
Get over your parti pris
Venture in with me
Infinitely
Rapture of you and me
Eternally
MamaD
If we are a breed of beings,
Species of like doings-
In the Milky Way
Why not be that today?
Have I turn a bat
Lost my light of the frat
Or a Braconid
To my kind?
Why the abrupt repellency
To the unfolding literacy
How will I feed my stance
Upon the extinct of other hands?
Why the weighed loathsome
The infinite gruesome
Of my phylum-
Within my kingdom?
What's with the conscription,
The circumscprition-
Of liberty
Stamping it in entirety?
What's with the thirst of a fuehrer,
The ***** conceit of the other-
To weightily parti pris
And indulge in an hostility spree?
Can I not be mindful of the Scythrops,
Make of their trait crops,
That will acculturate
Rather than berate?
Can I not be for the domain,
My essence extended to the terrain,
Express compassion without pain
And adore for no gain?
Instead, I lushed
To hike mass agitative state,
That deludes the mind
Of my kind-
To prey on their own.
La guerre folingue a largué des bombes sur un cimetière
Les morts,trop absorbés à savonner leurs péchés d'hier,
Ont d'abord pris le bruit pour un tonitruant tonnerre
Nonchalants,ils ont campé dans leurs tanières
Ont eu une pensée pour ceux la haut sur terre
Qui jouillissant de tous arrivent à se taire
Ankylosés devant la machine meurtrière
Désorientés,fourbus et optimistes naguère
Ignares de pioncer que sous somnifère
Une torpeur dècousue aux episodes amères
Humant la phobie,l'aria et la galère
Jalousant les morts,réprouvant leurs misères
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
A Poodle and Apple Strudel
To popular belief, it all had been according
And wondered if we really could be affording
To buy what some called the John B. Sloop
Bottom of sails looked like a hula hoop
While walking around we also just found
That when being on John B. you are bound
To become stuck up and also possibly a pris
While you gaze at wild water and reminisce.
Liking to laugh a new habit now has become
And best part of pudding is a pleasant plum
Then through life as things all get tougher
From an illness, you will soon start to suffer
Cathy many have said is short for cathedral
And according to problems that are procedural
Process was becoming kind of quite inviting
I discovered best thing to do is be delighting
So finally forget all I said without fail
Go out on John B and around should sail
Be sure that you bring your pretty poodle
Who always enjoys eating some apple strudel.
Each time you call my name I seek
the feeling of your gentle kiss,
I hear your voice, it makes me weak.
In love's embrace yet still I miss
the caress from an angel's lips,
my mind needs more than parti pris
to lose my heart to love's eclipse.
You touch my heart beneath moon gleams,
to woo my mind and win my soul
with whispered thoughts, you feed my dreams.
Sweet-talk my heart, with words cajole
my feelings, with a push and shove
you show me how in you I'm whole
and dance me to the world of love.
Prism refracting light.
Colours like the rainbow.
Prism ism ism prism.
Red. Prism.
Orange. Ism ism.
Yellow. Refracting.
Green. Light.
Blue. Ism.
Indigo. Pris
Violet. Mism
Blink
When you blink,
do you think,
that you might be,
altering the very face of your mind?
Look at this,
Parti pris;
the world has gone and
tipped the scale on bliss and misaligned.
Hear me stutter,
the answers to these questions lie within;
feel me utter,
the key into your heart is cast from chagrin.
Look inside,
you will find,
that your beginnings
hold great significance to all that is.
Be naive,
misconceive,
because you see,
the only light you need shines far amiss.
Hear me stutter,
the answer to all questions lie within;
feel me utter,
the key unto your heart is cast from chagrin.
Le soleil a perdu sa lumière en plusieurs années
Dans l'autre face de la grande Meditteranee;
Et, avant que je retrouve cette sliver,
Qui ma aidé a rentré au quai des Milliardaires;
Vous aviez déjà établie une place dans son monde,
Par les grincements des petites roues rondes;
Quand vous avez montré une flip-flop dans l'air ;
Etant bien apprécier ainsi que…des twitchers,
Qui aiment la sérénité et la beauté d'Antibes;
La veille ville, où mon esprit reste à vivre;
Mon coeur ne s'arrête pas à rechercher son amour,
Malgré, qu’il ait pris mon retour
Comme juste...une petite nouvelle;
Mais, pourquoi suis-je triste ? Si, lui est dans les cieux !
Savez-vous ? Que les temps partagés…
Ont donnés une histoire de fraternité qui restera gravé,
Sans être de même sang et de même chair,
Mais, par l'amitié, qu'existera jusqu’à la fin de la Terre.
Jusqu’au jour, qu'on ne se retrouve plus à respirer;
Ah voila, le panda à coté ! Qui vous considère comme son aîné ;
Comme un frère qui se tiendra toujours là près de toi,
Et, qu’il donnera n'importe quoi...
Sa caresse et ses larmes pour les bénéficies des autres;
Lui, un vrai trésor sans prix pour une certaine vie…la Notre !
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