Short Stalk Poems
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Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure” bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume
I can not run from his history or dodge a best forgotten past,
I'm constantly reminded of his flings that did not last,
You can run but I've learned you can never hide....
I get swept into his embrace but pulled out by a historical tide
In the window,
stopped, i feel...
The street,
the moon,
the crowd
they stalk me...
Wait for my flight...
my jump...
Wait... I'm not
Bird... !
Limerick : Once a Great Doubter climbed Jack’s Bean Stalk
for the raped 5-year-old Indian girl next door
Once a Great Doubter climbed Jack’s Bean Stalk
Cried : « For what Crime 5-year-old was debauched ? »
He got no true hearing
Slid down no more doubting
Now stalks 4-year-olds on dark side-walk.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
A smile cracks my face
can you hear the joy?
Delight wreathes eyes
hidden from your view
fullness blossoms
because of you.
There’s a bounce in my step
can you see the joy?
Longing be not the villain
but the harbinger of delight
when unhidden from your sight.
Because of you
fullness blooms
on the winter stalk
golden forsythia flowers.
I’m gonna stalk you
Follow you around
And harass you
I’m gonna
Show up at your house
I’m gonna
Show up at your place of work
I can’t seem to get my mind
Off of you and your personality
I can’t seem to turn the other way
I want to love you
I want to hold you
I will make you mine
I won’t leave you alone
Until you are mine
Tiny Terry Titmouse peeks at me from a wee stalk of barley.
Is he consuming this plant?
Is this his home or his slumbering place?
I watch his eyes flicker open.
He does not appear to be afraid.
He makes no moves.
A country mouse for sure.
Slow and steady, not wasting any energy.
I admire him.
No hurry.
No scurry.
No hustle or bustle.
Does he have any idea how lucky he is?
I think of my city life, and I shudder.
Wishing I had my own stalk of barley.
Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure” bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume
dilute blob oe’r skin,
red blotches, wrinkles, acne,
stoma clogs clean flush,
witch hazel spoon scoop fold in,
with mauve plant a face fillip
Sweet, spiced and salty,
courses, with subtle mint hint,
wild herb a chef’s boon,
its honey glaze gels with greens,
or muffins, waffles, ice cream
You pulled us apart,
To try and bring you two together.
I’m not going to let you,
You aren’t going to make it.
Just shut up and stalk off.
He’s mine,
All mine.
And he always will be,
Because we’re getting married,
And there’s nothing you can do.
We’ll love each other for eternity.
So shut up and stalk off,
Just turn your back,
He’s claimed as mine.
So in your face,
You’re too late.
You can’t have your peace in this place.
Just shut up and stalk off.