Sweeper Poems

“More than thy”


You may be the king with lots of wealth
And we are the proletarian but
Do not try to set us beneath thy feet;
To hit.


Though you may rich in wealth
By the blessings of God almighty;
But will it be possible!
Could you...Read More

Be not complacent 'bout dire global warming

Despite brisk temperatures today lo
mein October fifth
two thousand nineteen y'know,
where exhalation generates
puff 'o air to flow
after taking analogous

drag on fiery cigarette slow -
Autumn weather
brought coveted respite
to torpid hazy, hot, humid conditions
just... like... a mere
four...Read More

There was a witch who couldn't fly. 
She couldn't sit upon her broom 
like other witches in the sky. 
There was a witch who couldn't fly. 
She was so fat from thigh to thigh, 
her sweeper vanished in that gloom....Read More

Aye happy to be called  big Billy's sidekick
Clearing up the mess  ,if Billy failed to do the trick
Always calm and controlled,never showy
He quietly contributed to Celtic's glory
Short in stature,big of heart
He surely played a Lion's part
Never one for...Read More

Karuna, a beautiful nurse with a mother’s heart 
Used to take minute care of patients in her ward
In a Mumbai hospital  
Her services to the patients befitting her name
Were full of compassion:  
All on a sudden as she...Read More

Twentieth Century Oz (for The Wiz)


Mr Wiz, Munchkin Land
Be so kind to lend a hand...

Cartwheeling cottage? how daft is that
Landed quite safely, all level and flat
Some midget fellow said, who else heard that
I think ‘Wicked Westie’ might just have gone...Read More

Rassaphrass’s husband LeRoy went out for garlic bread on a Tuesday.  She ate all the spaghetti and meatballs before he returned, to teach him a lesson, because he took too long.  He brought in a stray cat, but...Read More

Tim Remembers

Tim is a member of the club of life
	        with all its nonsense vagaries and beauty
pitfalls up-shoots conflicts contradictions

Dismembered or conjoined he has a choice
       ...Read More

 UNSUPPORTED CODE 
The butterfly chaser was two years old and two feet tall
The blue shoes on her feet mattered to her most of all
On it she could squat all day long
Sitting on them she inspected the moist soil
Where the...Read More

A mere carrying never makes a mother.

A gynecologist
observes soft
feminine rhythms
on a monitor.

Currency conceals compassion.

Hospital sweeper
carries remnants
of a plastic love in
his black bucket.
His squint-eyes 
are conditioned. 
Pulses pause 	
unnoticed in the
bucket. Just two
hundred rupees
bury his conscience.
He seeks shelter in 
a dark...Read More

Oh, March
you pompous windbag
howling in the hollows
of Winters fade.
Scattering Fall’s gold
across warmed mud,
billowing tree bound
plastic bag kites,
hoisting the weightless hawk.

Oh March
you city street sweeper
funneling debris
down tunneled alleys,
tearing at the edges
of flailing flags,
hastening the pace
of lethargy’s malaise.

Oh March
you docile lamb
caressing soft...Read More

How cute are his text deep or fake,
 I love him for a sake. 
Roots of friendship are growing deeper; 
You are my mind sweeper. 
He never calls me baby or honey ,
I'm proud to be his only. 
I said...Read More

Appointed myself this year's happiness leader
Gonna take the reigns be a sadness sweeper
With joyful thoughts
Strictly positive talk
No applause, I enjoy being your giggle feeder




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 Translation of Eric Mottram’s TIME SIGHT UNSEEN - Part Four by T. Wignesan


"Instead of an item in a school of rhetoric, the poem could have variety of articulations, continuity and discontinuity, sentence and parataxis, and an awareness of the...Read More

Translation of Eric Mottram’s TIME SIGHT UNSEEN, Part Three by T. Wignesan

"Instead of an item in a school of rhetoric, the poem could have variety of articulations, continuity and discontinuity, sentence and parataxis, and an awareness of the imaginative possibilities...Read More

Translation of Eric Mottram’s TIME SIGHT UNSEEN, Part Two by T. Wignesan

"Instead of an item in a school of rhetoric, the poem could have variety of articulations, continuity and discontinuity, sentence and parataxis, and an awareness of the imaginative possibilities...Read More

Translation of Eric Mottram’s TIME SIGHT UNSEEN, Part One by T. Wignesan

"Instead of an item in a school of rhetoric, the poem could have variety of articulations, continuity and discontinuity, sentence and parataxis, and an awareness of the imaginative possibilities...Read More

the pin-up white ice
slow turning into water
the dragonfly wings


* Inspired by both: Mike Duffy's haiku and that beautiful dragonfly & Gayle Sweeper poem.
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The last leaf of the autumn trees,
Fell on the crusty path,
In a gentle way of the evening breeze,
Like nature shedding its wrath.

People come in couplets,
Walking all over them.
Saying it's perfect outlet,
To make their names same.

Little do they hear the cries,
While...Read More

A poor hired labourer,
Or a wealthy contractor;

A road sweeper,
Or a civil engineer;

A biscuits hawker,
Or a business mogul;

A hungry, unkempt and unknown beggar,
Or a well fed, finely turned out and renown president;

Reaching for bright, limitless heights and prospects,
Or groping for dark...Read More

Fat Freddie was a farmer, his favourite food was beans
He’d eat them morning, noon and night - they featured in his dreams
His friends were always wary as Freddie produced so much gas
Freddie would fart furtively then claim it wasn’t from...Read More

Syringes in fence palings
condoms on park benches
street sweeper drinks whiskey
at four in the morning
opera house silhouettes
the bridge of dawn
first ferry tugs out
rust and ropes
like stale sex
herald the rising sun
Circular Quay swims
with grey suits
and mid length skirts  
dark stocking like
instep,...Read More

When a poor exposed
His feeling through pen
The crucifix he shouldered
His stomach pain
How does the poem look?

When a farmer tried
To write a poem about how he feels
On how the sun touches his skin
On how he survived every arrow of the clouds
What...Read More

Tom Fowler was a chimney sweeper
who was also a window peeper.
Caught black-handed
folks demanded
Fowler be made a breathless sleeper....Read More

The sweeper was there in the club that day,
But I was too busy and could not stay,
He donated his time and gave us a smile,
Until he dropped one day while jogging a mile.
 
The red-nosed gentleman always said “Hi”,
Eager to...Read More