Do not wear pride like a necklace
For God detests pride and arrogance
Pride does not go unpunished
Pride leads to disgrace
Humility is rewarded with wisdom
While pride begets destruction
Cause it takes credit for God’s accomplishments
And covets God’s glory
Pride demeans others
It arrogates sense of Almightiness
To a mere mortal
Pride stifles growth of other virtues
Makes one to reject help needed
Prevents one to listen and help others
And deludes one into believing
In one’s self sufficiency
But in reality Pride is admission of weakness
Pride leads to extreme selfishness
Pride does not gratify
Pride does not exulte
Rather it dehumanizes and belittles
Spring is cold in its cool pastel colors.
Today, Winter’s a fool to tread so late
past its season. Its gait freezes flowers.
Spring’s upset with the winterly arrogate.
Depression will not take hold - the sun’s out.
Reminders that March has a lion’s bite.
Pinks, whites and yellows - Spring without a doubt
is tipping his hat, new leaf growth’s forthright.
March does not pack away its clothes, not yet.
One day a gal wears shorts, and her sleeves, short.
She has her fur-lined coat close by, you bet,
and will wait for mid-Spring soak to retort.
Brr and brr-ing her sandals back, slap North Face.
Primed gal arranges dandelion light.
Better than a quilt, the zephyr’s embrace.
Parasol of oaks and maples delight.
This piece of debate is a type of sin
Bound to prick the True Christian like a pin.
One may a dozen times arguments win:
All a Big Trash for his waiting dustbin.
But from someone like me a toothy grin
And sure request for a half glass of gin.
God with Christ had created the First Man
But had Satan sinned then to face a ban?
Planning Ahab's death had hatched God's meeting,
The Lying Spirit's proposal God's Greeting;
So smart an idea no second sitting:
A Syrian arrow king's chest hitting...
Sometimes, God's pleasure to men delegate
For tasks He could all behind relegate,
So that one acts not the surrogate
Or to self false honors arrogate.
So, was Satan part of First Creation
Or tired had gone for recreation?
On arrogate life, should one stare so?
Under such gaze, Thanatos peeps thru!
Rained-out vigor streaks pastel of pallor…
Death beckons as the lime does bleed
evanescing color, bleaching to a white
spreading over oak as if Spanish moss
treading, lichen-like, over a tree spent
its tendrils holding in a choking surety
neath a receding eye so dark and worn
yonder-bound already on soul’s destiny…
6/9/22
The idea that our founding fathers intended anyone over 18 to possess enough firepower to destroy the entire continental army of 1776 is absurd, arrogate and dangerous.
#repealthe2ndamendment
*Arrogate: to take or claim an illegal right.
IF ever I had a country : XXIII-XXIV
XXIII
IF ever I had a country
And if ever I were but the Home Secretary
I wouldn't sit on my baked beans doing my level-best to avoid responsibility
While waiting to pat myself on the back on Bastille Day down the Champs Elysée
I'd keep both public and pubic forces from running rampage on every refugee
But set about tidying the House with bleach to rid oath-taking secret skullduggery
That is, if ever I were but the Home Secretary
And even if I never ever had no country
XXIV
IF ever I had a country
And if ever I were but the Interior Secretary
I'd neither arrogate nor take for granted Hobbes's Leviathan-authorised cruelty
I'd seek and demolish local townships' self-appointed chief mafiosi
Who undermine hotel-maids with virile World Bank authority
Who add to the You-Too Hall of Fame Hollywood-producer community
That is, if ever I were but the Interior Sec in Gay Paree
And even if I never ever had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 10, 2018
They do it their own way.
Those who fear to lead,
rule others with iron fist.
Those who fear to govern well,
misgovern with impunity.
To rule and to misgovern,
are their arts and sciences,
of managing human society.
In both cases they arrogate
human spirit that hanker for
peace, justice and truth.
Yet these are human territories
that cannot be conquered
that cannot be subdued
that cannot be held in pockets
however tyrannical or evil
holder of the hammer may be.
The bright arrogate colors
Surround me in mass
Closing my eyes is futile
Their obnoxious laughs
Mock me?
It's the red one
That taunts me relentlessly
With a disturbing madness
Which barks after me?
The others whimsically dance
A sadistic destruction
They paint war upon them
A trademark
That no two carry
People fawn over them
Placing them everywhere
No matter my hiding
I'll never be free
Lyn Church
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 39
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Is violence life-wire of existence
Can God come into being beyond Nature
Violence in warp and woof of our nature
Can one avoid being part of violence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Who put Arjuna on guard against anger
The cause of the Great War was not in suspense
Can God come into being beyond Nature
Arrogate violence and commit blunder
Can one take life and affirm his existence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Taoists live life in accord with Nature
The seasons come and go in munificence
Can God come into being beyond Nature
Make not god to quibble about his Father
No god re-appears like this Grand Existence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Can GOD come into being beyond Nature
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
In the pit, deep and hollow
Burning furnace, cried of sorrow
Cried his veins, but unyielding
Before the punishment unleashed
In countenance to arrogate His power
Heaven this day turned to hell
When in challenge of His kingdom
As a horse in a hot chase to furnace
Abrupt it stopped and the fling
The middle of furnace he was thrown
Punishment for Lucifer but he lives
To Him, His kingdom was in contention
In lore of creation he was in pretention
To bow to Him the creation he knew
In heaven rancour did rain
When Michael gorged his ribs
This furnace man must void
Before attainment of His chamber
But kingdom of Him in division
The one he holds, the one He owns
The earth, Lucifer in reign
But heaven, Lucifer in lost
Here Lucifer was choked with rakes
Slit it tore his brows to flakes
Dull blades pierced in rages
The eyes he raised to His Grace
Like Michael, my mind in fury
To Dante, furnace for man is puree
When furnace will turn to black
Before a man will kiss His feet
But accursed Lucifer still in reign
COPLA CUARENTA Y CUATRO: This Bad Guy World
Animals mammals kill to eat
Thinking animals kill humans:
For their own gods
Most of all those who One god feat
Turn on themselves with blasting guns:
Schizophrenic gods
No founders of religion wrote
The words attributed to them:
Holy hearsay*
Clergies interpret arrogate
Late remembered words post mortem:
If gods could pray…
*Note: Excepting Taoism, but then the "Tao Te Ching" is a philosophy, a way of life, a commentary. Lao Tse, the "founder-author" was prevented from leaving the province/country unless he left behind his "wisdom" which he then composed in 5000 characters, the source of the "religion" as it is practised today.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2014