Edvard Munch's work often neurotic
His 'Madonna'* is much more specific
A typical recurring theme
the artist's extrovert dream
S.A.P.(asap),
We live, we learn
(some from the best)
Divinity, time, perseverance,
life churning, life burning
inner heat transformed
no warning
for such
a heart is touched
outside I hear storms
but insides, remain calm
a glass menagerie
reflections of you in me,
me back into you
outlasting eternity
beauty beheld in transcript
written in wanton eyes
transferred tongue to tongue
word to word, whispered
in passion
three inch stelletos
stretching limits
boxed carried, walked
upon the backs of weary souls
sealed with more than a kiss
there's no more slipping
or resistance
no, no, no
it's not getting away
Female,
It is not in the dalliance I found
feeling, lost with loose articles
the attention/detention lacking
I, looking for something real
but it was the wind that carried me
unbeknownst to your door
where simple knocks became waves
washing from shore to shore
no longer needing nor craving no more
for I met the sun, dancing in my moon
drying up the pain
forgiving forgotten years
lonely days
and so many fought off tears
you warmed my soul and showed your heart
it was not black/blank like the others
steam rose off its banks
greens caressing blues
a tango and a swoon
it was hard, but so so soft
melting (k)nights with passion's flame
life much more than words
or a simple game
she checked and we mated
earth whispered her secrets
we embraced, love sated
my scent lingers in her air
When you speak,
Do not speak of your Woes
Without telling us of the Goal
Do not sadden us with the tale of your Troubles
Without following it up with the tale of your Trophies
It is useless to display before us your Scars
If you will not intimate us with its Stars.
After every successful training comes promotion
So help our youthful minds
Do not tell us of Labours like they are fruitless
Do not tell us you suffered
When actually it wasn’t imposed on you
But came to you on the path you chose to pursue.
So that we know, Challenges on the path to success are worthwhile.
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXV
IF you pull a long croquet face
While picking your teeth index and thumb over molar
Canines will drip corrosive acids on knuckles and nails
E'en if you lose anonymous self in a crowded alley
If you pull a long twisted itching face
All through childhood while making hay
You risk being stung by bluebottles and fleas
Right where you may not much like 'em to stay
If you pull a long self-conscious face
Guilt straining your under-your-wear during play
Tell-tale signs beyond control those stains on lace
Parents by Law only keep teens so long as they obey
If you pull a long pre-maturé face
E'en a Mahatma Gandhi married at puberté
At 36 assumes Brahmacharya celibate sacrifice
To libido's extra-marital experience falls prey
If you must pull a long pedo-de-filed priestly face
Pull it not on homeless orphan or pious nun gone astray
Tussle all alone the Devil in you from pantry to pillow-case
Or else the Man in Hu-Man would drive the Wo-Man gay
© T. Wignesan - Paris, February 21, 2019
Who's new at the CIA?
It's t-rump's mad clone Mike Pompeii
Oh - how we do cry
We're in a wok stir fry
While they claim it's a tasty soufflé