Short Buttress Poems

flat tabletop spreads
lush valleys buttress below
coarse mounds arch above...

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It was the erring of my song
not that my fate was still.
Oh truth, some absence there belong
while all the buttress nil!

Encourage so, the struggle's row
lest I become among
the solid hope, that cannot cope
but wishes, wishes ~ wrong!...

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Blossoming buds buttress beauty
as scarlet shades share, ruby reds
and assorted alabaster.
Pastel pink petals, chic colors,
and sun-splashed, glistening green leaves
enhances each sweet-scented step;
through this prim picturesque pathway....

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There just below the surface,
  more present than you know

A prophetic Jeremiah,
  tracks leading through the snow

His message serves to buttress,
  those standing in the light

A pipeline to eternity,
 —his vision gifting sight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...

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On the barren lava soil,
Windswept pines stretch out their arms,
Gnarled white bones against the sky.

Mountain wears majestic white
Glacier robes that flow between
Buttress ridges of black rock.
 
Rushing rivers tumble down
To the valley, where blue lakes 
Greet like eyes in seas of green.


Written in summer 2016 on the slopes of Mt. Hood...

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Its a journey we embark
Our destination unknown
On our way we do lack
But with time its shown

From the sound of our first cry
To the date of our last breadth
Fountains of dreams that do dry
Are renewed by tears of strength

Let it be known to all creatures
Life, a journey of  failures
Informs the gain of success
With hard work's sweet buttress...

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Our Lady of Paris
With your ribbed vaults
Flying buttress
And rose colored windows
The Huguenots
The Republicans
Couldn't destroy you
Victor and Quasimodo
Loved you
Napoleon restored you
Fire couldn't destroy you
Your spire fell
But your spirit
Your cross
Still shines

NOTRE DAME IN THE NEWS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
5/16/19...

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Oscans, Ligures and the Apuli as known
Ancient Greek, Samnitics,  Sicanis and Celt
Indigenous tribes, one people with love grown
Capodanno Fiorentino o'er lands dwelt

Wine appellation of Sangiovese as shown
Wreaths and lanterns over folklores shine not welt
Carrara marbles as buttress of stronghold
With arts and culture, graced with norms of the bold...

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Freedom is the green grass where the antelope roam
It’s the darndest yarn of cotton 
It’s the bottom feed for human basics

Freedom is the buttress of the Moths wing
It’s the smile you give me
when you're in clover

Freedom is the languid river
And it’s the caterpillar’s prayer
And the hero’s scythe thrashing the tall weeds
I see a glade
for freedoms chance of burgess...

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Advent, passing drapery
To the veiling days

Traverse within the dusk
Amidst twilight’s threshold hushes

But, for mere moments…
Then the hastening

Twinkling sparkles
Thus, commence jealousy influx

And heavenly bodies falling
For simple glimpses of your face

Where nights with moonlit crown halos
Unfold before you…

Bestowing buttress sound
Royal eves, the subjects to your grace...

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New red-leaf candles glow in a green room
jungle cathedral; buttress-rooted forest-columns climb
to a sun-starred sky in jig-saw pieces; 
wings stretch feathers over gravity;
voices whisper, ‘Beware. Lions prowl.’
 
Smooth granite-faced walls build shadow-spaces,
city-blocks; black-suited women, men stride out,
ground-starers, pacing
beside the sign: ‘Do not feed lions’.
...

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MATTRESS, A BUTTRESS OF JOY

It has been measured
To the test of time
True to its form and shape
But now it has been reserved
For sometime in the future
You’ll be in use
Again and again the longings and assurance
Its intent and purpose 
Can ever resist to accommodate
Persistent urge
So elaborate to give
No misgivings no misfortunes
Must be pure for joyous moment of love!...

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COPLA CINCUENTA: This Bad Guy World

Favela children see no World Cup
Their dire distress kept under lid:
Sick bodies sour

Watch the kicked ball in a toss up
Fun wars to buttress countries’ bid:
Pecking order

Hearts jump up or sink with each goal
He who works the plot sets the trap:
Hold high the beam

The more the “gods” the less the Soul
Hold high the country lest it flop:
Hollow esteem

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014...

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On a mountain called home 
A mountain gave its' ground 
The Shadowfire 
That lies in its' heart 
In you... 
in me 

The colour known only to you 
The colour reflected within its' walls 
Through vaulted ceilings 
Bastions of stone 
Flying buttress 
Turret and spire 
This the castle known as... 
Shadowfire 

To look upon the sky 
See the silouette 
Tall spire 
Rising from a mountain 
An eagle to fly 
A castle high 
Shadowfire...

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I paused, the moonlight to inhale 
As I put my steep climb on hold
Thick grape vines held tight in my grasp.
On I climbed to clutch a buttress
My breath reduced unto a gasp.
On I clambered higher to clasp
The dark hued castle tower cap
I donned my rig to glide away
And soar over broad moonlit vale.
7/5/2021
Writing Prompt - Grasp - Poetry Contest
Constance La France...

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I am in the village that speak
Of the past of our forebears.
Take the children back to school,
Teach them what tradition had done
To their father and, let them be brave.
Listen to their heart beats always,
Paint their fears with encouragement
And sit with them behind the sun.
I have spoken to the moon to shine
To you always and buttress the children esteems.
I will come soon before june and july,
But let them know that their father cares....

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HANDSOME AND THE MERMAID

In a remote village
There lived a handsome boy
That has come of age
He likes to play toy.

One day, he sat on a tree buttress
Near a beautiful river
Resting after taking his bath 
In the river.

He awoke a mermaid
Which lives inside the river
Where he took his bath
He stood shivering when he saw the mermaid.

The mermaid told him to marry her
And the boy replied
“You are half human and half fish”
So how can I marry you?...

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