Meticulously petitioning the Divine for renascence,
From the trepidation of my solipsistic ways.
A renascence into the sempiternal.
For a moment, I was indolent.
But mercy is not optional,
Love unconditional.
Seeking the Magnanimous One,
The Luminous One renders me numinous.
Promised blessings falling like raindrops,
Sheltered by anointing,
Like Daniel, before whom beasts capitulate,
Like Shadrach, untouched by flame,
Like Job faith unshaken by self-fame,
Oh, my soul bless the Omnipotent name.
Categories:
solipsistic, angel, baptism, bible, change,
Form: Free verse
Though, a time ago, I thought you were a mystic
Turns out that your only real magic is your solipsistic
You think your a gift that's so explosive
But your deep as an acid shower; just corrosive
Once upon a someday, I might feel like I did before
I hope what rained that day is not lost; I miss the petrichor
That's it; I'm done being so hopelessly pessimistic
Re-manufactured are my thoughts by therapies implosive
Remove the plastic; I'm brand new as I walked out the door
Categories:
solipsistic, break up, moving on,
Form: Rhyme
vertiginous in a virulent cityscape
gagging on gritty gray gloom
luckless in a loveless race
at the bottom of a solipsistic sinkhole
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exhausted by lucent losses
lying low & flying blindly behind
sliding back into Whateverland
where dust confronts the futile frontier
Categories:
solipsistic, dark, society, surreal, word
Form: Free verse
Feeling so unclothed in my newest dress
having no knowledge of mine
Unraveling crocheted phantasms
My head is of lead, my body of soot
Traded in my prettiest songbird
for a kind word
For a free I conceived so wide
A mouth agape, bellowing my soul song
I dreamed him a succulent sweetness
With bigger hands
As rain floods all my never
I think of your brother’s leisurely cow eyes
Cyclones if unearthed beauty
To be admonished by only those that paid mind
And so I cursed the only true voice
Solipsistic techno dream carry me
And to all the cowboys that wrangled me
My heart beats too
Categories:
solipsistic, analogy, betrayal, break up,
Form: Free verse
i.....
don't know.....
man oh man.....
why does it ake.....
friggin crappolla now a mistake.....
nuthin aches it all just takes.....
nuthin so that means talk about whatever!?.....
anything from something to nothing and that is.....
all that's left on the how to do page.....
so now it's time to creatively shut down the memory.....
andt....
fly by.....
instinct of words.....
sounds and spellings played.....
to think and feel a.....
music called poetry of times being.....
something that is legibly of conscious perceptions....
that is not solipsism but a deeper view.....
in which a being of self constants means relativity.....
shapes the world not solipsistic composers not learning by ear......
stan sand (piled : )
Categories:
solipsistic, absence, music, words,
Form: Free verse
P
O
Sands of time slip away, stop for none
Seize the moments in my grip if I can
E
Spread my mental mesh on all known
Solipsistic instinct holds you as my own
I
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November 15, 2020
Contest : Kim's Acrostic Play
Sponsor : Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
solipsistic, feelings, psychological,
Form: Acrostic
What is freedom?
Is it to knock about the world
Bolt-hole,no serfdom?
Is it to fritter away
Sweat-embellished money,
Just to trounce boredom?
Is it to cross all the boundaries,
Spout off unwary,
Exposing solipsistic odium?
No?
Then,
What is freedom?
In this fastpace world,we demand for freedom,freedom of speech, freedom of movement,freedom of belief.But making these demans,tge true essence of feel of freedom is long gone.
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Categories:
solipsistic, absence, beautiful, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
What is it
You expect to see
When you string along
Verbs and gerunds to be?
Do you fancy yourself
A poet in history divine?
Do you really believe
Your verse is in time?
What is it, do you want to
Get from
All these poems
You call them
When really
There's none.
On a level that
Really no one else sees
You post another verse
And sit back and wait
While others dont feel.
No one gets me
Or heard me
I'm so above this
But deep down you know
You're not worth a kiss.
It's a sad, rainy day
As you write for yourself
They're really isn't
Anyone else.
But in your head
You can pat yourself on the back
And think i hope no one
sees I'm a hack.
But the truth is more hard
Like a mass on a tumor
Your poetry, alas,
Is solipsistic rumor.
Categories:
solipsistic, poems,
Form: Rhyme
At 2 o'clock in the morning I awoke.
Lying there I sorted out
Every detail of my life
And every discussion of the previous day,
Having satisfied myself
That angels don't have wings
Because there is no air in outer space,
And the trapezius,
The pectorials,
And the deltoids
Would have to be monstrous
To propel a body so massive.
Angels would look more like bats
Than humans
(Origin of the vampire myths perhaps).
Having (at 4:15) abandoned all hope
Of going back to sleep,
I get up for a cup of hot cocoa,
While draping a blanket
Over my shoulders Instead of getting dressed,
Because there is a slight chance
That I might want to sleep
A couple more hours.
There are many mysteries
That I resolved
In the small hours of morning.
But like a dream
They have all faded
Into the cold of this winter morning.
Is it solipsistic in this room,
Or is it just me?
The solutions are melting away
Like the ice crystals on the window--
The ice crystals,
The dreams,
And the vampires--
They all fade away with the dawn.
I realize that I am a mere mortal,
Retired,
With too much time and space.
Categories:
solipsistic, sleep,
Form: Free verse
Anger and I
We've seen the world together
Pulled each other out of predicaments
Big and bigger
And those trivial, solipsistic yet consuming
We've justified painful moments and inexplicable mistakes
Wrought with caked-on sobriety and confession
We've denied the passage of trusting souls
Through impermeable wastelands begging for harvest
We've crawled up and down slippery slopes
Whether we retained knowledge or not
Whether we knew the difference between the given nadir or zenith
And yet reveled at each arrival, crash-landing and all
We write and sing and bleat for each other
As the expressions of our inner beliefs ride the third rail
The resonant harmonies of destiny and desperation
Sketched by love gone right and wrong
Carved by Herculian notions that no one else can seem to bear or grasp
Leaving my friend and I
To arm-wrestle and embrace each other deep into eternity.
(12/25/11)
Categories:
solipsistic, abuse, anger, care, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Limericks crochetés: Once a cardsharp comic called Don Dump
Once a cardsharp comic called Don Dump
Made father’s money jump during slump
Dreamed of ruling this earth
Joined campaign (in) stand-up mirth
Made people laugh without using trump.
He played to the gallery hirsute
Soon his jokes turned sauerkraut through soot
Before long they cried : Heil !
Jackboots clicked, people wail
In goose-step, give : Sieg ! Heil ! salute.
Moral : « Listen not to funny man Dump !
Migrants all know how to scale wall jump.
Ten million there love US
Minus some (who) think like louse !
Live not solipsistic world on rump ! »
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
solipsistic, destiny, leadership, patriotic, rights,
Form: Limerick
SCORNED BY BLIND FAITH
WE SOUGHT, FOUGHT!
CON TEMP TABLE I N
EVER Y OU T H ATE FUL
TREASONOUS RIVALRY SOLIPSISTIC ENMITY
HOSTILE GALENTRY
PREDICTABLE VOCABULARYS
SCORN AND SHAME
UNAPPRECIATED VALUE
HURT
ANGER
LOSS. Love?
DIFFERENT WAYS
TO ARRANGE ONE WORD.
PLOTS RAISE
TO ASIGN THE BLAME
PARIAH DIFERRED
DIRT DIGGER.
COST. What of?
VIOLENT DAYS
SO STRANGE AND AKWARD
ROTS - DECAYS
TO ALIGN THE CYCLIC GAME
SPACE DEFINES
SO MUCH SPACE.
Written OCTOBER 31st 2014 HALLOWEEN
Categories:
solipsistic, divorce, hero, introspection, love,
Form: I do not know?
Villanelle : If you scoff at the world we live in
If you scoff at the world we live in
You’ll slip and fall and break your neck
Better bury your bones in between
Seek not our galaxy to win
For myriads luminous beck
If you scoff at the world we live in
Each in his solipsistic bin
Twists and turns and rots without break
Better bury your bones in between
What life there is has locked us within
With no way out but by mistake
If you scoff at the world we live in
Even safe eutopias spin
On their dreamers’ axes breakneck
Better bury your bones in between
Ask not if life’s but wanton sin
The moon also rises by daybreak
If you scoff at the world we live in
Better bury your bones in between
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
solipsistic, introspection, paradise,
Form: Villanelle