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Premium Member CLERIHEW ecphrasis XXVII

Alphonse Mucha of Art Nouveau
with posters his design juice did flow
An example would be  'The Rose'*
curvilinear flourishing  dreamlike pose

Premium Member CLERIHEW ecphrasis XXVII

Picaso streching a point"
perspective in a little disjoint
Model Francoise Guot
with the 'infamous' beauty spot

Sonnet Xxvii: My Way

SONNET XXVII — MY WAY
(transformed from Pandita Sanchez's 'I did it my way')

 I did it my way not because of the applause,
But because failure was not an option for me.
I became a rebel with a cause...
I was born to win, to prosper, to conquer of course.
And I was told I wouldn't have it all,
I had to fight, I had to creep and crawl
And I was told I wouldn't keep the pace,
I knew I wouldn't, but also I knew I'd finish the race.

I did it my way not because of my name,
Not because of kingly fame.
But I challenged every obstacle placed in my way,
Determined to shun out all that people say:
Follow the ways of your heart, ponder straight to where it leads you young man,
Guide it with your mind, and don't expect people to understand.


Weak Spots Xxvii

When happiness is foreign, 
People build their homes
Surrounded by misery—
For it is all they have ever known 

To know that true love 
Is painless, 
Is a thought—for some, 
Much like an unattainable dream

Emotions find release,
Spewing from all pores 
In sweat and tears—
Revelations of want

Meet possibility
When that special one
Leads with love and light 
To safe ecstacy once only dreamed


2.27.20

Reserata Carcerem Xxvii

patience is not an embargo;
eerie enmity oozing flows
gaunt gores, perforated pores pruned
fostering felon feasts - foiled fluid

neither is patience hoisted hay;
nocturnal nature chopping day,
smothered smithereens callous clips,
dark dribbles, moist mood, drizzles drip

patience is all but wanky wait;
taciturn haste fuming torn trait,
etched emotions lagging, joy foiled,
confetti of wishes - wit's spoil

patience's an ocean draped'n torrents,
amateurs savor waves' torments.
       '20:06:27:12:20

Note: of pored patience.
Listen here: https://soundcloud.com/zuxian/reserata-carcerem-xxvii

Love Letter From the Soul Xxvii

Night,

"I bet I fit perfectly into the curve of you."

Right, center, left
we wrestle for position
as we weave a delicate web
of understanding and trust

depositions and diplomacy deciphered
as the art of the deal is reached
under the table, blown our covers
covert missions curtailed
chaos created 

security breached
comprise reached
one on top of one
a treaty of peace
as we enter in
a bond that will never cease


Premium Member If You Pull a Long Face - Part Xxvii

IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXVII

IF you pull a long poet's face
All things you write go awry
E'en fans who cuddle up offer no solace
Remember Kipling's " IF " the price to pay

If you pull a long deserted face
E'en friends plot with club members to assail
You lose will e'en to tie loose line shoe-lace
Damn could e'en petty sins cause such travail

If you go on pulling that long worsted face
Lines you lilt and rhyme sound airy-fairy
You push pen you powder verse till tears race
Creative college rhetoric plunder words weary  

Yet if you pull this long-lined sick face
Grinding teeth biting lips till red ink spray
Ask who cut off Van Gogh's ear to spite his coal-mine face
Will a Gauguin mock a Brando's South-Seas belles-ballet

If you pull a long Art-for-Artifice sake face
Ask whose Kafkayesque trials plagued a Welles's Moro-Jacobean play
Holy-Wood chef-d'œuvres dictate classic post-modern pace
Kaleidoscopic formulae : rape batter murder on Tolstoyian vertebrae

© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 31, 2019

Premium Member Life With T-Rump Xxvii

The Iran pact's signed with a seal
But t-rump can't stand Shia zeal
So them he'll eschew
And force a new breakthrough
Since only he knows how to deal

Sonnet Xxvii Cast Me Not

But, if I backslide this year
Please, do not cast Me
I know that they will
Many stay around especially for that.

But, Pray for Me
Please, Pray for Me
I know not much about this route
Am only working to be my best
Help me to do just that.

Several Many we’ve cast
That a word of prayer would have saved
And a loving arm could have restored
My tendencies get complicated, even to me
So, if I seem to slide, I’ll need your balance.
@SEPTEMBER 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled

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