Suppliant Poems

Companion?
not yet

Girlfriend?
no 
(nondescript and tired)

Sweetheart?
the heart is deeper than that
it’s not coated in Honey
the word doesn’t do you justice 

Beloved?
ah to be loved
a misconstrued formation -yes
the creation of words is vital

Darling
hold me in your grasp
in the
Dearest
of all embraces 
a touch...Read More

Rolling waves of azure, cascade ashore
as cerulean curls color the skies,
subservient to time...and nothing more.

The tides ebb and flow perceptibly slow
stealthily slipping silently ashore, 
when the tug of the new moon’s pull is low. 

The Sea’s born as trillions of...Read More

There it was gazing up – radiant – 
radiating kaleidoscope silver green;
sharp with life, ready and expectant.

Spreading its claim, pressing out the grass,
was a thistle born from last year's seed unseen.
From where had it blown here to outclass

the perennials of...Read More

The rapturous oceans roar
And shout their praise
In gospel waves
That crash and smash
Against a cold
And distant shore.

The mountains sigh and moan,
Lift suppliant arms,
Sing paeans and psalms
That rise then echo back
A hollow,
Mocking tone.

The forest trees may
Bow their heads
And bend their knees,
But not...Read More

When I first awake, I am a complete emotional blur,
unprepared for the day rhythm about to occur.
Before day unfolds, I need release trials my wake holds.
Being still, I focus until suppliant, in quiet, ever reliant.

In meditation, I block all false...Read More

Genial waves of warmth 
speak through gentle rays 
 
Awaken my senses 
the marigold sings her joy 
painted steps are born 
 
Fragrant juniper fill the horizon 
gusts of innocence flush my cheeks 
first wiffs grab my being 
as soft...Read More

Ceux qui célèbrent ‘88 – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Celebrators  ‘88 »» by T. Wignesan

(This poem mocks the bicentenary celebrations of the founding or « settling » of the Australian continent by the British in 1788 from the...Read More

Night's shadows grew weary in the oppressive heat;
Repose of Earth's golden orb brought little relief.
Like a condor shadowing its prey from aloft,
There was no respite from the encompassing doom.
Behind curtains of vanity man hid his pride,
As he destroyed the Earth...Read More

ANCHORITE AT THE GATE OF HEAVEN

Not heeding brute reality, nor matter’s bane
I kneel at the door of heaven, a suppliant,
Transcribing words of wisdom, like the rain
On wild flowers; the garden’s hierophant:

Anointed, a habit on my body’s beauty
I lie in the...Read More

Repentant heart will openly bare
Sins that conscience does pare
Puckered lips tasting evil's fare
Poisonous side effects will square
With desire's glimmering silverware
Contrite eye into dark soul will stare
To catch a stime of iniquity's glare
A modulated ear will widely flare
When oppressed psyche doth...Read More

Kiss me,  I want to lift you skirt flying
Inside my heart like the wind
To dance on clouds of joy my kite
Embracing time, to hold you in my arms and spin

Festively playing in the clouds
Long lines of passion I can...Read More

the delighted soul in beauteous suppliant
pill owed by sacred vows
recline waiting for joy to pay homage
then curtains of heaven draw
and echoes of laughter in crescendo 
from the seat land of innocent mirth
far in yonder the gateway to the chambers of...Read More

Consumed with the fervor of the day
In my children's room I knelt alone 
And cowered low before the throne
My mortal sins, O there to cast away

The lights were off, and silence reigns
Alone with me in all the lonely place
I found...Read More

Tonight I put her to bed with promises of faith
That God does not keep with me again
The wall closes in at the crumpled gate
My soul has clutched its prayer so in vain
Yet despite the silence of a sterile sky
I will...Read More