Sully Poems

WHAT IT MEANS TO BE IRISH 
You won’t play professional basketball
Your cousin is a cop
Or maybe just a fireman
Your swearing just won’t stop
You think that you can sing well
You can’t make a long story short
There’s a difference between losing your...Read More

As shifting shadows sully silver skies
lightning fingers comb tangled locks of rain.
And thunder's faint rumble intensifies
echoing over and over again.

A ghostly yodel haunts a dimpled lake
pummeled by rain a loon calls for its mate.
And treetops tremble when weak branches break
as...Read More

You wonder why 
it took so long
for my lips to brush 
against your lips.
Like a young child 
searching for words,
I lack the vocabulary 
to communicate 
my feelings for you.
It is not because 
you are not appealing
nor a question of 
my...Read More

That voice,
The soothing voice 
I often hear,
My strength,
It beckons me.
Whereto I ask,
To the Beyond, it says.
What does that offer? 
The Sublime, it says.
I dither,
I hold myself back.
I cannot sully the pure.
I should not pay heed
To that voice.
My voice?
I decide,
Mend I...Read More

the face on show reveals an issue
I see you looking I see I pissed you
pick your choosing which insult to use
insight you're amusing I see through you
think you've found my insecurity
stand assuredly sure of me
but you're not in my shoes
I...Read More

Don’t You Want More? I Do!

Do you think you deserve a bit more than you get
As you wait for a call from your good friends, and yet
You don't pick up the phone, give a 'hoot' who is blue?
Well, my friend,...Read More

You’d think
With five eyes
They would see better
Than a three eyed crow
But alas
There as blind
As three mice

You’d think
With five eyes
They’d see
What was coming
To the land 
Of the long white cloud
I certainly did
Many a dreaming
And moons ago
Warning left
Unheeded

You’d think
With five eyes
They would...Read More

The earth has been drowned by the fiend 
Deprived from its undergrowth 
Stripped from the edible seed 
Killed to the last in loath 
By the toll of the sully

Millions have tasted the loganberry 
But neither can you nor I 
Neither...Read More

Think Before You Speak
Written: by Tom Wright
7/25/03

Contumelious words sully the heart,
And from tongue they spew so sour.
But mellifluous words from their start,
Decimates speech with their power.

...Read More

Translation of Marcel Moreau's " A Paris " by T. Wignesan

IN PARIS

Paris bores me no end without you
My heart weighted down with melancholia
The spleen given over to asthenia
Empties its own sense of loss on to me, too.

Sometimes I revisit this...Read More

Rainbow skies, ocean current withdrew.
Girl's pert swirls, soft unbound hair, where pearls
shelled mollusk would dare to clasp its curls.
Radiance eyes special gentle blue.

Three feet exhilarating handful.
Sweet, inescapable mud stain cheeks;
cuteness with endless hugs, sunshine streaks,
briny wave tears drop flow buckets...Read More

Don't mess with me I'm an the epiphany
 I'm about to sneeze, I ain't no sleeves
Better watch it
Yo, yourself check 
yourself relinquished yourself 
wrecked yourself
 to be built I'm blessed
 admitting it or not I'll find it odd
No matter what...Read More

There is a Sully* thing, called, ‘love’
Among ordinary men,
That bears there, oft, much talking of
Though the ‘how’ is beyond our ken!

Love is the Glue that keeps atoms from flying off together,
And ordinary people know, but don’t know how to tell...Read More

I hearkened to my better side, it bade me make amends,
For if not what was there, would then forever end.

A bitter mistress jealousy, my mind could hardly cope,
Thinking only of myself, harsh were those words I spoke.

Unfounded were my utterings,...Read More

Sat where it’s sat since chauffeured in gently 
No driver now for the rusty old Bentley
Its tyres and battery equally flat
A rusted up den for an old ally cat

Manicured lawns, bindweed infested
No gardener now as hardship suggested
No tourist, no fan,...Read More

It’s the beginning of best tinker week! Get up! Let’s go! Wake up! Come on!
The rest of the family has already gone!
I jump out of bed, excited of course, who will be the fastest? The best at the fix?

We dash...Read More

She is the super girl of poetry soup a cute 
who through her limericks renders us mute 
How can I resist a giggle when she writes 
or helps me to sully my new tights 
She is a lovely presence and...Read More

Remembering Mrs. Sully always makes my face break out into smiling mode.
Her face was as craggy as a grave, there was an aluminum tooth on the left.
When she smiled, it gleamed with pure happiness, making her stories even better.
When I...Read More

POTW 1 Oct 2018

Gossip about her
swept the school yard through
“Hey if you’ve got what it takes 
There’s this girl named Sue
For a pack of smokes
or a drink or two
She’ll kiss you ~ she’ll please you
like no other girl can do”

Her...Read More

Sully had a downright dirty toe
She scrubbed it ‘til it was aglow.
It shriveled and it coughed.
Then it promptly fell off.
At the end of my marigold row.
...Read More

Tweedledee And Tweedledum

Hohoho....
A tweedledee and a tweedledum.....
LGE case looked like a legal process by people so dumb...
BN govmen wanted to make a capital case out of LGE....
They wanted to puncture his bubble of popularity with the masses....
And to sully his...Read More

Hold your fire
Let your sharp tongue retire
When to the fore sneaks your ire

Increasing carelessness danger
Thinking in your mind you’re an indomitable ranger
Although in your own skin you turn into a total stranger

Body somehow cut off from your mind
With a baggage...Read More

Our stay in the 
mushrooming subdivision 
      Ashley Springs
can achieve full ownership only
by meeting the developer’s 
latest requirements...
     six bushes and two deciduous trees,
    keep your garbage can...Read More

There it was an earthen mound with gaping maw mid-yawn.
The issue that I struggled with; it stood on my front lawn.
Unholy beast of underground with ill intent conspired
To sully verdant, velvet  turf, from heaven’s scape inspired.

No longer could my...Read More

Yawning eyes, a window to my soul
Breathless whys, that follow into my eye-hole
Gradually fading into the mirror
Hurried air lifted me nearer
There I soar over a continuum of water
Dovetailed and coupled by a cotter
Lights are picture still
Appearance is resolved and real
A...Read More