RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade “Le Chant Royal” 8
STANZA VII
The warning first comes from the job’s admin head:
“The Secret Service will persecute you to death!”
Then they drum the son hammer and tongs on head
After mounting terror to cut short his breath:
“We’ll slaughter your dad just as your mom we spurn
Do as we say or you too will on spit turn!
Breathe not a word of this or hell you will pay!”
Of course the son his brain maimed mums what they say,
Just as his mother drugged raped blackmailed by State
Does what she always covert did without pay.
Seek not asylum where Rights scarce pullulate!
ENVOI
Now the stakes hinge on what the father might say
E’en childhood friends turn up to act in French play
Each act in this drama unfolds roles through fate
Aesthetic distance wrote original play.
Seek not asylum where Rights scarce pullulate!
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
pullulate, bullying, fate, father son,
Form: Ballade
I cant take it anymore,
This isn't what I've planed for!
I was confident, saturated with ambition,
I became lost, with no destination.
I had it all, It got took all away;
Joy,love and transparency, became nothing but sadness, hatred and ambiguity.
I loved the way it was, but it was never Okey,
Okey for adapting to facing indignity with respectability.
However Seeking change, Is a double edged sword challenge;
A halt caused by fearfulness, or a motive stimulated by persistence;
To shrink and deteriorate, to rise and pullulate.
Categories:
pullulate, anger, anxiety, change, conflict,
Form: ABC
COPLA CUARENTA Y SEIS: This Bad Guy World
Religious hate-mongers pullulate
Gullets stuffed full make laymen loathe:
Sacred totem
Even football wins dedicate
« To Country, Race and team-mates’ Faith! »:
Sport’s anathème
When prayers rise from stadium grounds
For wins against rival teams’ gods:
Holy Crusade
Who plays whom on consecrated grounds
Little gods dribble balls with swords:
Pray in stockade
© T. Wignesan -
Paris, 2014
Categories:
pullulate, conflict,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
betwixt the circuitous cocoon of rose hips wrestles a world of unfathomable infamy
induced by light and shadow murmur influences ridicules scent.
conscripted into nature's loggerhead shrike chirp by forces unknown
influenced by the pestilence of greeds monkey see monkey do, ovary retards.
up from the grave of the anchor root rises the sun of expansion
cleansing the cane to shoulder its crown watching bud eye fornicate.
obliging the filament petition to pullulate the wind bats its lash
awakening the anther to feed its feeder roots.
efflorescent anatomy of stamen and pistil captivate beauties awe
apathy will bloom its withered rose until perceived with the nose!
Categories:
pullulate, beauty, change, growth, rose,
Form: Couplet