Gravity pulled rain from swollen clouds
Gravity pulled down a murky shroud
Gravity pulled down the curtain of lies
Gravity pulled tears from my eyes
Gravity pulled hope into the gutter
Gravity snuffed the flame’s last shudder
Gravity crushed what I believed
Gravity left me lost and deceived
Gravity held me to the floor
Gravity vilely whispered no more
Gravity silenced every sound
Gravity left me completely bound
Gravity ground my dreams to dust
Gravity turned my faith to rust
Gravity stole the breath I gave
Gravity pulled me into the grave
You are gravity
Categories:
vilely, addiction, betrayal, depression, pain,
Form: Free verse
“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.”
Albert Einstein
Protection of Nature
Erelong on the western fringe of a village
Stood since span of time a pristine forest
Cherished by nature-lovers of all age,
From the very oldest to the youngest.
It served as a catchment for steady rain,
Perfused the village with fresh and sweet air,
Served as resting haven for weary swains
And a scenery at which sight-seers could stare.
Now the forest has been vilely conquered
By concrete buildings of all shapes and heights,
With all the native trees and plants plundered,
And from nature pilfered a unique sight.
Let`s join hands to shield nature`s decadence
That over time threatens man`s existence.
Categories:
vilely, appreciation, beauty, environment, nature,
Form: Sonnet
The by-far dull child at orphanage,
After placement on beverage,
Mathematics above average:
A sixty-nine percent anchorage?
Other kids could only vilely rage;
The most envious began fast to age
The once-empty thing at orphanage
Could thrice try syllabus coverage,
Teachers wasting words; he could manage,
No need to be under tutelage...
Means beverage gives one leverage
Kids' craving for it to encourage
Teenagers: Beverage leverage,
To them cash for purchasing courage
Dad and Mum willy nilly savage,
If their fine kids can't reach beverage.
A thing to cry over like carnage!
Categories:
vilely, education, food, health, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : XXXVII - XXXVIII
XXXVII
If ever I had a country
And if ever by some magic I were the Minister of Housing Development
I'd make it my life-long mission by swearing upon it as a Holy Sacrement
To rush to the rescue of every poor defenceless and distraught old tenant
At the mercy of villainous old women pests who run or administer housing tenements
With beaks claws sharp canines of vultures hyenas who suck vampirically emoluments
That is, if ever I were by some magic the Minister of Housing Development
And even if I never ever had in Gaie Paree no country
XXXVIII
If ever I had a country
And if ever by some magic I were the Housing Development Secretary
I'd ordain ripped from every thesaurus encyclopaedia and dictionary
Words which denote or connote that special breed of vilely hissing spying bodies
Concierge Housekeeper Portero Janitor and all such idiotic parasitic discrepancies
And free the sleepless care-worn tenement city populations from these harpies
That is, if ever by some magic I were the Housing Development Secretary
And even if in Gaie Paree I never ever had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 26, 2018
Categories:
vilely, anti bullying, corruption, house,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander
Far from the commoner way;
Old-time trills and falls by the hill-side still do I ponder,
as my strides coursing through the streaming waters,
Dreaming to-morrow to-day.
Come here, come, revive me, Sun-God, teach me, Apollo,
Measures descanted before;
Since in timeless verses, I must follow,
Prints in the marbles of ancient folk-lore.
Still strange, strange, they sound in old-young raiment invested,
Songs for the brain to forget -
Young song-birds elate to grave old temples be-nested
Piping and chirruping yet.
Thoughts? No thought has yet unskilled attempted to flutter
Trammeled so vilely in verse;
Even if its for a while,
He who writes but aims at fame and his bread and his butter,
Won with a groan and a curse.
Of course, We still love to rhyme..
Categories:
vilely, age, art, brother, creation,
Form: Classicism
Spiders prowling silently
Their next meal close to snatch
Ugliest formed creation
Vilely waiting for their next feast to catch
I hate spiders!
Categories:
vilely, introspection, life, nature,
Form: ABC