Beneath the garden wood pile I hear sounds of excavation
As a hedgehog starts preparing for his autumn hibernation
My tortoise getting drowsy ready for his autumn sleep
Is tunnelling beneath the debris of the garden rubbish heap
Squirrels burying nuts and acorns, planning for the months ahead
Know exactly where to find them when requiring to be fed
Red berries bright and glistening on my Holly Bush so prickly
An autumn treat for birds, as they scoff them oh so quickly
I would really love to hibernate from autumn through to spring
I could snore through all the snow and ice and wake up really thin
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rubbish heap
seedlings bulge
a plastic bag
Waking up in the morning,
I saw the sun angry with me.
Leaves bent low to slap me
Cows that ate little mooed,
asking me for more that day
In wheelbarrows wind placed
rubbish heap in the courtyard;
And the phone rang loudly,
landlord wanted rent arrears
As I moved, stone hit my toe
“Another bad day for me!”
I sat at the veranda thinking;
“And those happen as routine!
What I did not know is;
Why are both human beings
and nature against me,
every morning, each day?”
I soliloquized in distress.
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 47
Hail! The Historic Document! Heil! Furies!
Hardly a week gone leaders put us to sleep
The Debate’s back to more cannons for countries
Can ISIS kill more than three 4C degrees
All that bluff about 1. 5 makes skin creep
Hail! The Historic Document! Heil! Furies!
Build Great Walls to keep out killers refugees
Can walls hold back tides that swell from oceans deep
The Debate’s back to more cannons for countries
How sweet the Commander-in-Chief’s qualities
Poor peoples adore applaud cherish worship
Hail! The Historic Document! Heil! Furies!
Cannons ablaze keep up smoke from foundaries
Daze the peoples under haze in tight whip grip
The Debate’s back to more cannons for countries
Let leaders bask with two lines in histories
Will you let them dump lush Earth on rubbish heap
Hail! The Historic Document! Heil! Furies!
The Debate’s back to more cannons for countries
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Yesterday I was at the bottom
The dank, dirty bottom.
The rubbish heap
Of wasted dreams
And failed attempts
And hearts depleted of hope.
There I lay
Wallowing in despair
Submerged in sadness
Clinging to the filthy ground
Like an insect.
Yesterday—I was there.
Last night I was in the middle
The vague, vacuum middle
The empty space
Between the beginning and the end
Where you find…nothing
But air
There I was
Hanging in nothingness
Meandering, floundering
Aimlessly searching
For what couldn’t be found
Like a piece of laundry
Forgotten on the line
Neither this nor the other
Just…there
Last night—that was me.
Today I am at the top!
The beautiful, glorious top
Where idle thoughts and fancies
Take shape and become reality.
Where your name is not forgotten
But engraved on stone,
Your words everlasting,
Your face a permanent picture,
In the hall of winners.
Winners.
Today I am a winner
Not lying at the bottom
Of floating in between
But dancing on rainbows
Being free—being seen
Today is for the winners
Today is for me.
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