Loser changes name match
The Concernment of People
Cellar Toss verses Mil Mascot
Came about due to the high
Venue prices. Said Peom.
A outlook of fans and media
a Concernment of greed and
Se to dishness, spoke many
Concerned.
Wisdom of Savants and Meres
(Peoples Priorities) Nicknames
that causes concerns. He Lavish
could target critsium from those
who feel to he backlash from there
entertainment interest. The loser shall
wear the name"Big Meanie" due to contractual
Concerns . A ticket buying public pushes the
envelope, a ticket buying public
Wises to raise there glass in honor
not in fear. Real. World issues, concerns
real people not corporate hypocrates
A champion talks championships
A champion doesn't stumble over situations
Unskilled and troubled.
The outcome is defeat not parish!
Loser changes name match
The Concernment of People
Cellar Toss verses Mil Mascot
Came about due to the high
Venue prices. Said Peom.
A outlook of fans and media
a Concernment of greed and
Se to dishness, spoke many
Concerned.
Wisdom of Savants and Meres
(Peoples Priorities) Nicknames
that causes concerns. He Lavish
could target critsium from those
who feel to he backlash from there
entertainment interest. The loser shall
wear the name"Big Meanie" due to contractual
Concerns . A ticket buying public pushes the
envelope, a ticket buying public
Wises to raise there glass in honor
not in fear. Real. World issues, concerns
real people not corporate hypocrates
A champion talks championships
A champion doesn't stumble over situations
Unskilled and troubled.
The outcome is defeat not parish!
A quiet child with far-off eyes,
Whispers numbers in the skies—
The world outside may seem unclear,
But inner stars are bright and near.
He hums a song no one has taught,
He draws from wells the world forgot,
A thousand keys within one hand,
Unlocking seas, unspoken land.
She counts the birds before they land,
She knows the shape of every strand
Of wind that weaves the air to silk—
Her thoughts flow deeper than warm milk.
They see the world in colored flame,
Where every leaf calls out its name,
And though their silence holds them tight,
It births a strange and tender light.
The soul still sings, though not aloud.
I recently watched a documentary on SAVANTS
In particular, Daniel Tammet, whose mathematical abilities
As well as other astounding mental capabilities
Will not only blow your mind
You'll probably say to yourself, “this is some kind of trickery
What he does is impossible for the human brain to comprehend”
Yet when matched against a computer
He is able to do calculations up to 100 decimal places in his head
Without a single number out of place
He is also able to learn a new language within a week
And then appear on television and carry on a conversation
In that language with ease to the utter astonishment
Of those conducting the interview
I'm aware there are skeptics out there... BUT THIS IS REAL
In his middlle thirties he possessed extraordinary mental abilities
That defied all logic or comprehension
Being me.
Trying to build myself out of scraps of scraps.
When you can see through that barrier between us.
And you think you can see enough that there’s no danger around.
Holes, tears, and me.
The savant you wanted is just a bunch of scattered notions.
If I were a savant, I would invent new stuff.
And hope.
And maybe we wouldn’t have such long lines at the banks.
Because I could create solutions that are worthy.
If I were a savant, I would paint, do math, and be happy.
I would make them all happy.
But instead I’ll just continue to be part of the scrap yard.
Layers of plastic covered with rusty metal shards.
When the savants come to town.
It’s as if they eat all our favorite food, and breathe all our favorite air.
But we forget:
They are disabled too.
It hurts.
The rusty metal scraps that will last forever no matter how rusty they get.
If I were a savant, I wouldn’t even invent new things…
I would just make sure there were enough pieces for everyone.
If I were a savant…
That’s why I’m not one.
Reading another poetry anthology
Looking at the words; thinking mirrors,
Reflecting no image, capturing my spirit.
Magician savants, transporting my feelings
Across life’s terrain with eyes that feel
The heartbeat of the stones,
The breath of every tree,
And the memory of every Poet
That has ever lived.
Go and gather up the known affiliates.
We're gonna build a village of idiots.
We gotta make sure this gets crazy.
"Getting out of hand" to me is just lazy.
Had our fill of tastless "pain et cirque".
Contorting dough into a shape won't work.
Hunting down cerebral stimuli.
We got the time to kill but it won't die.
Gonna paint this town the bloodiest of red.
A thin veneer of all the living dead.
Choking to death on the lives they've led.
Infected by the many lies wide-spread.
Blunt force persuasion you beg us to stop.
As we eyeball the pyramidal top.
It's "for the greater good" just "flattening the curve".
Please you must excuse our unabated verve.
Treating us like pets you got a whole lotta nerve.
We're the only cure you will ever deserve.
We got the hunger and we're coming for a taste
Won't be over until you resemble paste.
So we're disposable? now look who's a waste.
Editing the gene pool til your bloodlines erased.
Illuminati, elimination.
Very soon to be a not so Freemason.
More than welcoming your depopulation.
No political parties bring celebration.
The "ruling class" now holding no dominion.
Truly free no longer an unwilling minion.
I read the news today the headlines said, " arming is the best way "
if only Presidents and Governments would realize, " its not the way"
Tight fisted words and nuclear explosions erode humanity's soul
we don't want to live in a world of war savants we got heart & soul,
I read the news today they got it wrong, "arming is not the way"
outside the fire
you go left
not from fear, but roots
that stretch far beyond
the reach of family ties
inside the fire
I go right
and pray our heirs
find the wisdom of savants
much more to their liking
these sides have risen
a gap has been formed
the wedge between us
cries out for breast milk
SCHOOL
savants
scholarship
vying with classmates
acclaims of the mentor
fulfilling dreams of parents
“Knowing your true self is wisdom.”
I recently watched a documentary on savants
In particular, Daniel Tammet, whose mathematical abilities
As well as other astounding mental capabilities
Will not only blow your mind
You'll probably say to yourself, “this is some kind of trickery
What he does is impossible for the human brain to comprehend”
Yet when matched against a computer
He is able to do calculations up to 100 decimal places in his head
Without a single number out of place
He is also able to learn a new language within a week
And then appear on television and carry on a conversation
In that language with ease to the utter astonishment
Of those conducting the interview
I'm aware there are skeptics out there... but THIS IS REAL
At twenty-something he possesses extraordinary mental abilities
That defy all logic or comprehension
If you're interested in watching this amazing documentary
The URL is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z22H89rIMHk
If you saw “The Rain Man” starring Dustin Hoffman
You'll realize how accurate Mr. Hoffman's portrayal was
IT'S A MUST SEE!!!
"Not everyone who drinks is a poet ... some of us drink because we're NOT poets" - Dudley Moore, "Arthur"
Not all poets are lonely and envied, apart,
Broken, dark souls straining for light, outspoken and proud.
Not all musicians struggle with substance,
Or the need to be introverted exhibitionists, misunderstood.
Not all artists are quiet, brooding spirits,
Searching for answers in the intoxicated arms of promiscuity.
Not all bards are creative genius savants,
Pressed to the pulse of passion, fools for a provocative smile.
And not all multi-talents dance for demons
Under the wan of a mocking moon, resolving life with ellipses.
But if you look, feel and listen very closely ...
There are still, for stasis' sake, a foolish few of us, remaining ...
Reincarnation.
Total Sense.
Explains Genius.
Savants.
Prodigies.
Makes Life Fair.
Reincarnation.
An Instant Knowing.
Explains Talents.
Einstein.
Michelangelo
Elvis
Oprah.
Reincarnation
Creativity.
Genius.
Spirit Self
Explain A lot
Nobel Prize Winners.
Reincarnation
Phenomena
I hate being normal
'Cos normal is abnormal.
It throws norm-man into abysmal.
I'd like the sun in the night.
To shine,see the wicked's breast.
I'd like the stars,lay above the moon.
The moon in the day's boon.
Let' us sleep on the day
And in the morn rest.
Let there be nonexistent mourn
But in the spree of joy we'll eat corn.
Let kings turn servants
At least savants for once servants savaged.
Let poverty go extinct
Extinct from our instincts
Instincts that produce succinct.
Let tint of enmity demise
Demise 'cos love will pay the price.
Let trees grow only on mountains
Its certain our legs will heighten.
I hate being normal
'Cos normal is abnormal.
2017
Limerick crochetés: Once Tamil Promotion Director
Once Tamil Promotion Director
Excised wise Japanese co-founder
Called him names like rogue thief
Set himself up as Chief
All Dravidian Tamil Editor
He posed as the Royal Ancestor
Even of the Chola* Emperor
Slave-drove workers in fief
Used savants make belief
Such the Tamil Highness Publisher
He caged talents the Money-Maker
Poised as Conference Organiser
Preyed on Buddhist belief
On Chan and Zen mischief
To lard his own family bunker
Ideas he plucked from the Other
Made as if he put up with bother
Tamils to lead as Chief
No matter what the grief
None see his pen as plagiariser
All helpers rough-rode he the Miser
Shed them shorn one after the other
Damn not this common thief
Just his penchant for Chief
For Tamil knowledge made he Server
[* The Chola dynasty (among other South-Indian reigns) of the 10th to 12th centuries C.E. extended Tamil culture and civilization over the better part of Sri Lanka and Southeast Asia without having recourse primarily to conquests and/or of maintaining colonies.]
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
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