Short Stockade Poems

The Bard stopped at Footscray
on the road to Ballarat
he was researching The Eureka Stockade
not Romeo and Juliet
he imagined the miners
manning the barricades
police bullets flying
hoisting The Southern Cross
and dying....

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palings of a stockade
looking out for death
dislocation of aggression
under estimating the brutality
of wars we cry helpless
majority of democracy
brainwashed by the cruel
minority clamouring for
power to wipe out the
security of thoughts
we are praying for 
them now here
on three legs
fasting...

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I go through my day
and wade through my dispair.
I put up a veiled front
for all to see.
But I am only 
lying to myself.
My friends say,
through my eyes,
my book is read.
I have struggled
with this delimma,
a tug of war between
my heart and soul.
Between my heart's desire
and my duty.
How much I want to escape
this stockade that
imprisons my heart.
To be the one
who lies deep within....

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COPLA CUARENTA Y SEIS: This Bad Guy World

Religious hate-mongers pullulate
Gullets stuffed full make laymen loathe:
Sacred totem

Even football wins dedicate
« To Country, Race and team-mates’ Faith! »:
Sport’s anathème

When prayers rise from stadium grounds
For wins against rival teams’ gods:
Holy Crusade

Who plays whom on consecrated grounds
Little gods dribble balls with swords:
Pray in stockade

© T. Wignesan -
Paris, 2014...

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COPLA DIEZ: This Bad Guy World

Bad Guys all organize – strengthen
To give lone Good Guys a bad time:
Their raison d’être

If Good Guys don’t resist – weaken
They’ll only be adding to crime:
World will regret

Envy cunning greed slander
Tools of the Bad Guys’ stock-in-trade:
Make them mighty

Should Good Guys stoop in ways similar
Bad Guys will leave their safe stockade:
Make world filthy.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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