Theorist Murice Denis
ounder of the 'Nablis'
In his ' Muses of the Secret Wood *pieces
he put into pratice his art thesis
Y,
Upside-down, backwards
worlds weep and burn
tried or true pulling into blue
the abandoned, the fright,
the flight
the silence whispering in my mind
taking hold of a long and lonely night
weary as the witch's brew
warning/warming the soul
we ball
we wither
destroyed
amongst it all
sink with the shiny coin
to the bottom of the abyss
or swim naked
to a portled bliss
blackness swans her heartless call
knifes and daggers
ripping vision's past
books bleed their final thoughs
I can't hold on
I can't hold on
running with the bulls
headstrong towards the headstones
frightened by the grizzly of the bears
the midgets holding mirrors
life too soon, can it disappear
and the coffee swirls
I see pain in that smile
swimming with my cream
deep in a heated cup
lusting to get out
loving to get out
the glass, it only cuts if you break it
come look at the impossibility
a cut above colour
curving/craving
the breast
the beast
that is me
Fire,
The depths of your raging fire melts
Saturday's stiffness forming from mine ice
dripping into the pitcher/picture that is us
freedom in the valleys and the slopes
hints of snow tipping off the temples
igloos calling to the angels
crispness in the motion
ne'er a moment feeling sad
nightglow amid the midnight dance
undiscovered life's true trance
soft kisses til daybreak
time sent off in the breeze
you're the flame I'm the wick
burning bright for all to see
scented candles, illumination
have nothing on you and me
When you speak,
Do not speak of your Successes
Without telling us of the Processes
Do not excite us with the tale of your Triumph
Without accompanying it up with the tale of your Training
It is useless to display before us your Glory
If you will not intimate us with its Story.
Certification without Examination is Corruption
So help our youthful minds
Do not tell us of Favours like there were no Labours
Do not tell us you got Lucky
When actually your Blessings didn’t come as lottery
But came over time as you worked for it
So that we know, Life is neither magic nor fairy tale.
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXVI
IF you pull a long-famished face
Chances are you'd pull derisive looks your way
Some might relent Others spite your face
For not pulling your weight in every way
If you pull a long symbolic face
Your words no meaning profound convey
Mallarmé's ill-armed ideas make poems fall on face
Try E = mc2 : Poem = idea + words2 to force poiea
If you pull a long straight face
The contradiction might show through the gap in the veil
Sure as Rita Hayworth " put the blame " on Orson Welles
If you're not sure of the signs in poems you use in braille
If you yet pull a long-forsaken face
Stymied by photons neutrinos criss-crossed by Cosmic Ray
Stop wondering what happened to meaning words efface
Just listen to rhythmic rhymes in the musical phrase at play
So if you must pull that long-mutated face
With time won't ideas coalesce words into Shakespearean play
At will stream out of computer softwares at mind-boggling pace
Leave neither poet nor poetaster critic nor customer with pay
© T. Wignesan - Paris, February 25, 2019
We die-hards will never adjourn
From news stories t-rump can churn
With tongue proudly forked
And a dick that's uncorked
He'll bone us cause we can't discern