T (no first name) Wignesan

T (no first name) Wignesan Poems

561. Villanelle: When Countries Slaughter Maim Who Brands That Homicide 12/27/2014
562. Villanelle: Who's Not Racist, Do Stand Not Up, Please 7/17/2013
563. Villanelle: Whose Voice Does The Non-Native English Poet Verily Hear 12/23/2014
564. Villanelle: Whosoever's Inveigled By The General Theory Of Good In Evil 12/30/2014
565. Waiting For The Government... 11/10/2013
566. Wake! Asia! Wake! (Part One) 7/13/2012
567. Wake! Asia! Wake! (Part Two) 7/13/2012
568. Way Out Over Copland's Appalachian Springs 7/11/2012
569. What Head Of Hero That Did Not Roll 7/13/2012
570. What Time Are We Living In 12/1/2012
571. What You Don'T See Is Not Necessarily Not There 8/1/2012
572. When Death My Way Comes, Translation Of Carlos Bousono's Sonnet: Cuando Yo Vaya A Morir 10/18/2013
573. While You Breathe In Your Office, Translation Of Carlos Bousono's Poem: Mientras En La Oficina Respiras 11/7/2013
574. Who Dares To Take This Life From Me, Knows No Better 7/13/2012
575. Words Uttered In A Subdued Voice In Order To Constitute A Dedication, Translation Of Carlos Bousono's Poem: Palabras Dichas En Voz Baja Para Formar Una Dedicatoria 11/2/2013
576. Words Uttered In The Dark/Night: The Poem, Translation Of Carlos Bousono's Poem: Palabras En La Noche: El Poema 11/6/2013
577. You Said: Why Can'T I Have My Day 8/11/2012
Best Poem of T (no first name) Wignesan

Copla Cuarenta Y Siete: This Bad Guy World

Could humans be thought intelligent
And gods dumb blind bloody heartless:
Might it look true

Or are humans made to relent
Higher design by gods no less:
More likely true

Supreme God uses toddler gods
The rhythmic Shiva dance divine:
Yang-Yin la-di-da

Till humans learn to become gods
And submit to His Grand Design:
Lordly lila*

• Lila (leela) : In Hinduism, the Supreme Being (Brahman)
in a magical creative act manifests himself in the Universe acting out the 'Divine Play' through a rhythmic dance (of Shiva) , and the 'Divine Actor' ...

Read the full of Copla Cuarenta Y Siete: This Bad Guy World


I am the prize catch
I live in an artificial lake
fed by a nappe phréatique
I was put there to keep
lesser fish: carp
from taking up too much space
I live to be caught
and caught again
and be let loose as rain

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