Dismiss you with their smug aloofness.
Hooked tails a sly pastoral crook.
Ignoring your grand commands.
They slink up, rub your leg
when it suits their mood,
with tail end flits.
clear telltales
of their
scorn.
What I don’t display,
Is good that you don’t see.
The music moves as you play,
Spirals and fades away from thee.
The weeping willow tree,
Smiling before me.
Que sera, sera.
You can only see my every flaw.
Like those from our previous lives,
We march unto an ungodly death.
Not knowing for what we thrive,
With our cold and shallow breath.
Up the snowy mountains depth,
Dusty grounds the wind hath swept.
To the nest, the mother bird returns,
Only to discover that her eggs were burned.
No tree remains,
Because she only wanted more.
Let us sing woe, not praise,
For this has happened before.
Is a swelling crescendo in the score,
Truly what we are searching for?
A piece of information,
Used to make a whole new creation?
These Sunlit Signs,
Are leading us to the right story.
Read between the lines,
The empty void of purgatory,
The telltales of your own glory.
Just stop and listen for me,
To understand the meaning of you and I.
There may be signs reading,”The end is nigh”.
Perfume of petals, warm, nosily light,
A fragrant aroma that whiffs delight,
Enhancing beauty of flower's insight,
With petals blossoming to blush so bright.
Breathe deeply to savor the sweet bouquet,
Let your worries be gently whisked away.
With wild aroma-therapy in play,
To re-make your start to a better day
Perfumed petals, to bees, are soft and fair,
Telltales for pollen within fragrant air.
Lean in close, inhale the sweet scent with care,
Lest the bees discover your bloom affair.
Velvet soft, caresses of crimson hue,
Nature's heavenly scent, forever true.
The talebearer with words as sharp as nails,
Etched with a mark of tales,
Prancing with thoughts of maim,
Proclaiming an innocent face touche,
"What will you gain,"
"By causing peer pain,"
Oh talebearer foul minded you are,
What is it?, bound to it you are,
Rip your tongue out,call you,
Rip your tongue out,save you,
Two faced is your tone,
No fear to your baritone,
Your tongue twisted,
A trouble grave presented,
Talebearer your words are as sharp as nails,
Etched on you is a mark of telltales,
Prancing with thoughts of maim,
For you proclaim an innocent face touche,
"What will you gain,"
"By causing peer pain,".
black cat looms up poised
to strike with its black paw coiled -
claws white and eyes bright
You can catch a fish at the lake I know
Or an aromatic breeze from the pines
Or chop wood if you must
Maybe you’d rather bask in the sunshine
Relax in the shade for a while then
With a cool glass of lemonade
Listen to the loons on the water
Squelching their serenade
Try your luck with a pole on the dock at dusk
Hold tight—a big one out there
Reminisce at night over coffee by the fire
Telltales of the fish you spared
Snuggle in at night and take a deep breath
The air is always fresh at the lake
And hopefully by tomorrow morn
You’ll be greeted by a sun-filled daybreak
RECIPE: "Poulet Roti" French Style - Le Chant Royal (Instalment 2)
Stanza I
COQ knows best how to pluck the wayward chicken
Quill by feather each pock-mark telltales French skill
Twisted beck wan crooked claws warts on bruised skin
Thus MARIANNE marinates asylum swill
Let filter no known friends through the Internet
Dog ev'ry step the chicken takes e'en secret
Day and night confine the bird to its cramped coop
And there make the migrant crowd damn nincompoop
Morning day or mid of night drill his ears through
Lace marinade with acid sauce Injun soup
Let the World know how well chicken basks in stew
ENVOI
Sol de France franchi! Terre d'Asile! O! What scoop!
Trumpet the news! Co-co-ri-co! Got'im in coop!
Un-wifed maimed sucker son root for Great Chef crew
Asylum-marinade French cuisine's top soup
Let the World know how well chicken basks in stew!
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
if i could spend a few minutes away from me
not just to assume some other idenity.
but to know what it's like to just be free
,from the everyday stress and anxiety
to just drift peacefully thru the air ,
with no pains no worries or no cares.
only then can i see these joys i got ,
and i'll no longer pretend to be something i'm not
for
i cannot deceive the world for others wealth,
i can only stand in the shadows of myself
and hold on to the justice that telltales in my soul
, that rushes into the eyes that betray us as a whole
my character is the diamond that scratches every other stone,
for character is the power that right the world from wrong......
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