Short Laid Low(P) Poems

Alfred Tennyson was created a Lord
but his poetry ever strikes a chord
He suffered an emotional blow
when fellow poet-rebel.Hallam was laid low...

Read More

an east meets west show
the Navaho laid low-
on western art nouveau

* a baize and handspun wool blanket-widely pictured in Stikley's Arts& Crafts mag 'Craftsman' 
c 1900

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/roadshow/fts/tucson_200601A55.html...

Read More

Limerick : Once a Veep in a V.I.P. Lounge

Once a Veep in a V.I.P. Lounge
Laid low till Mary Lynn took the plunge
Then put on airs of Chief
Whipped her in the mischief
Till the Chief threw in the bloodied sponge.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013...

Read More

Did I know the reason why
It was your turn to die
As you laid low in your bed
The cancer spread in a time of dread

Did I make the right call
When those days came for your fall
Could I have been there better for you
As your time was finally through.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

Read More

What malevolent thing
with intrinsic sting
attacked me
a few short days ago
whose coming and going
a mystery?
Doctor says it's a bite
but it stings alright
I was laid low

Tablets, gel and a pack of ice
"keep it up" was the advice
I hobbled about the place
my leg on show
an inconvenient episode
and painful?
Very...
The perpetrator never showed!...

Read More

Friends
told Job,
who’d been laid low
by heart-wrenching losses,
Bad things happen to bad people.
Your deeds must be evil. Come back to God!
Very godly Job learned friends may
become
foes.

The story of Job (book in Bible) is long and detailed. I just gave enough 
to convey a point.


July 2, 2021
for the "Ring My Bell" Contest
Sponsor: John Anderson...

Read More

COPLA VEINTITRES : This Bad Guy World

For the sake of the argument
Let’s admit Good-Bad thrives in self
Does it matter

Without Yin-Yang predicament:
Conflict bound in the self-same self
Makes life matter

Yet in this Day-Night lantern show
Light and dark flit through like shadows
Who plays the roles

The pain is real when laid low
Good Guys stung by banderilleros
What hurts in souls

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014...

Read More

Raising light and reversing diffident order,
Proves a puzzling endeavor in noble modes—
Its compulsive plume wafts over the boarder,
Laid low and beholden to rebellion in codes.
Show me your values! Your colors are clear!
Your preemptive ‘no’ leaves you future regret—
Substance would make your defiance sincere,
And you haven’t shown any signs of that yet.
So listen, my son, as I walk you through Hell—
For my father once made me angry as well....

Read More

"a featured poem in THE LANGUAGE OF LONELY SHADOWS ANTHOLOGY BY POET MISHECK Y KACHISUZI" 


THE UNHEARD

A forgotten melody
Blows through the windows of pain
Tears fall, doubts remain
A sorrowful refrain
War’s dark shadows looms near
Massacres, hopes laid low in fear
Innocent lives lost, memories scarred
Forever changed, hearts marred
Leaving loss, heartbreak displayed
Riffles silence smiles
Blood soaked in exchanging gunshots
Forever battles, in tragic miles...

Read More

I watch and wait, my hope laid low
It's to the grave, that off I go
I envy youth, it's so carefree
But none of it applies to me
No longer do I want to grow

It's time for me to take it slow
The years have dealt me wicked blows
I've lost my lust for life, you see
I watch and wait

When I was young so long ago
My spirits soared, they overflowed
My nights were filled with parties, glee
The wine, the songs, agreed with me
But now the flesh is weak, and so
I watch and wait...

Read More