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Signed, From The Floor

I cannot write what I do not feel.
I cannot feel what I do not know.
To write without passion
is to kneel at the nameless grave and weep,
to mourn the soil and not the dead,
to beg meaning from dust
and call it poetry.

I lie on the floor of my bathroom
just to feel the weight of my bones.
Cool tile against warm flesh,
as if the divide between body and ground
might spark something
some rebellion of thought
against the white noise of nothing.

I scroll the blank screen,
cursor blinking like a flatline.
There is no pulse,
no poem.

And still I return
no better than the hand
that finds comfort in the bottle,
each stanza a swig,
each line a confession.
I only write when I’m bleeding.
I only bleed when I’m empty.

You Signed Up for What

  I just signed up for a boot-camp course in how to be spontaneous

We Signed Up For This

earth life tests
that’s its job
be at peace

our response
is what counts
be mindful

don’t worry
life’s a dream
let it roll

03-April-2023
Tricube

Now Taking Submissions For a 'Welcome Sign' Signed By a New Mayor

Green means Stop

       Red means Go

     Welcome to Chicago!

I'M Sure I'D Signed Theres a Boom In Business

to my friend about the busy plane we were in

I'M Sure I'D Signed Theres a Boom In Business

to my friend about the busy plane

Imagine Pain: Matthew 7vs12

I used to be a poet…
A god among man became I
Until one day I met a maiden fair. 
She was as lovely as a dream of heaven; 
Hell on earth to punish my profanity. 

More than a gift sent from heaven
Was she, but heaven; 
Thought I:
For my sanity ceased to be 
At her site. 

Her smile told a story; 
A story scary but worth listening to. 
Each time and again I felt her teeth 
Peeling away my flesh,
One bite at a time. 

I flirted with the devil ignorant to
The repacussions of my little stunts. 
In no time I was held by the neck—
Jaws of death; 
The certificate ‘my Angelina’ signed. 

I was never taught and I never knew
What it was, the golden rule:
Do so to others as you
Want them to do likewise to you; 
Until I took a sip from her bottle in awe. 

The hearts I broke prior, 
As if by ether, transmitted 
Their pain to mine. 
All around me was pain written
In blood a symbol of vengeance. 

The pain of a heartbreak jerked me awake. 
I paid reverence to my guardian Angel, 
Who my fears made known in a dream!
And ever since then, before I break a heart,
I imagine the pain!

I Signed

I signed.

I signed the paper when asked to,

The sergeant said, lad, your in.

But do you know what you have signed,

And what you're expected to do.

You took the shilling

Which meant you were willing,

To go wherever you're sent.

There are places around

where you might think sound,

But there are folk who want to see

You,buried deep in the ground,

I told him that it's true what you say

And for that shilling I will obey.

So it was until the day I left

Always wanting, but never got.

I did my time without an angry shot.

I was sent to places with troubled past,

All quiet when I got there, quite sublime

That's how it was as I served my time.

Not a bullet fired or a medal won

But I'd took the shilling and wrote my will,

Because maybe one day it was shoot or kill.

© Dave Timperley 03/01/2020

Signed Salvador

did I hear
poetry being
read or was
that all in

my head
because
everything
you've said

well written
what i've read
that your words
are poetic

but enough said
because you could
say the word s**t
and

my
heart
would
take a

dump

Signed the Real Mccoy

Bluebells carpeting a shaded wood. 
Reading a well written book.
A live band playing all their hits.
all bring joy, The real McCoy.

Holidays in far off lands.
Making party plans .
Meeting up with the one you love.
These all bring joy, The real McCoy

A babe in arms. 
A puppy dog.
A kitten with a ball of string.
Simple joys, The real McCoy

A winning bet. 
A nice pay rise.
A  lottery winning line.
Its all true joy, The real McCoy  

No more wars.
Or politics.
Just living life for life's sake
This is joy, The real McCoy

This world is full war and strife
Ignore it live your life
Let others stress and scream and shout
I'm just going to enjoy this life    

Signed Mr R McCoy  ***

Limerick Crochetes: Once Angela Signed Pact With Doctor Jeckel

Limerick crochetés: Once Angela signed pact with Doctor Jeckel

Once Angela signed pact with Doctor Jeckel
Needed urgent help her kitchen all pell-mell
	In far-off torn country
	People turned refugee
By turnip-head Mephistopheles in Hell

Angela’s wise friend Faust told her to toll bell
To tell the world how much her heart bled with knell
	She’ll take in all who flee
	Bitten by bee or flea
Life-jackets galore Mephisto jumped to sell

In Mid-Land-Sea punctured floats jackets did spell
Drowned refugee yells worse than arrows Will’ Tell
	Angie slurped sea-green tea
	With Jeckel invitee
While survivors charged through blockades raising Hell

If Angela dug an underground Chunnel
From her kitchen to Mephisto-lands un-well
	Käse-Kuchen* Mummy
	Made by hands refugee
To boost her economy – Angela! Hail!

*Käse-Kuchen: German for cheese cake

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

An Accession Signed In Romance

Oh damn any nonsense accession!
That so called Lion of Kashmir 
Had signed,
Bowed before an Indian woman minister,
Had half-cut hair, an instrumental seductress—
I have heard.

Withdraw your troops!
Why this border between us?
We have our brothers and sisters across,
Don’t you understand???
As you have halved Our land into two?
And gifted some to China!

Oh God we poor people are occupied--now for long;
We flutter as parrots in cage,
And no one ever has ever felt our pain.
 If You Yourself come to our aid?

She Signed Up

Caro-LYN,
is an old friend, 
extremely dear. 

She renews our 
contract
every year.

Signed With a Heart

Love letters
Seem to be a thing of the past
Do we dare write in long hand?
We have lost something very near
And dear to my heart
For there was nothing I loved 
Better than to write the words
I love you.
Signed with a heart.
And to smell the perfume 
And cigarettes
And touch the tearstains
Of a hand written letter
With not an inkling of disdain
Lipstick on the outside
In the shape of a kiss
Never to be forgotten
Such simple easy bliss
Another gracious act of giving
Lost to the winds
I hope that somewhere out there 
There’s a flurry of airmail yet to be delivered
That says we are all in love.
For I know that one more letter
Would mean more than the heavens up above.

Limerick: Once a Roundsman Signed a Round Robin

Limerick : Once a Roundsman signed a round robin

Once a Roundsman signed a round robin
To keep his men from a certain inn
Men called to tell his wife :
At inn he danced to fife
So the wife played high fife with the men*.

•	Pronounced as in England : « min ».

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013

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