K²,
A green wave of glance
gently gathers near the sun
eclipsed by moon
I stare and I wait
as prisms pull dark from gloom
I am half light
opalescent
pinned in your sky
you are breath
dancing ever quitely in the bush
drifting, gliding
ever close
attending and affable
adorning the gift of life
a first moment's mystery
freedom, flight, fancyfree
barefoot on the back porch
sipping tea
made from your sun
no sugar for me
for I have kissed the wind
and she tastes of you
confidence and strength
sultry but refined
behind the shade stands a single silhouette
in the morning there shall be two
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : PART XXXVIII
IF you pull a long vacant face
Might be you just have nothing to say
Which is not a crying disgrace
Empty drums need be beaten to bellow away
If you pull a long puzzled face
Just read what poets have to say
On their ilk and how they pretend to liaise
Both thoughts and feelings rare they portray
If you pull a long insensed face
At the affronts you have to put up with all day
Pull the shutters close round face
Read - not repeat - those long inhumed ages away
If you pull a long proud face
Your evanescent words others must attention pay
Have your ephemeral self bolstered through praise
You deserve to inhabit Xanadu Laureat of all you survey
If you must pull a long misunderstood face
Little the use reading faces e'en the Chinese way
A long unread face unveils e'en the masked ignoramus ace
Don't Gecian myths enrich the Iliad and Odyssey
© T. Wignesan - Paris, March 5, 2019
T-rumpers are thinking with glee
You're in Kentucky next week, golly gee
Your vote you can't cast!
But this Thursday that passed
I filed my form absentee!
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
We are all born
into a dream
so deep that most
never awaken
:: 04-04-2014 ::