there was a young cad named O’Byrne
who dallied with the lasses and then spurned
till one day he tangled with Molly
who wouldn’t put up with such folly
and poor ole O’Byrne got burned
I can feel the gentle push
A yellow hue claims the blue
And I’m looking directly at you
At the end of April
Sunlight streaks down my neck like bugs
As they crawl to my back
Sifting their juices on my pale skin
Turning me red with embarrassment
It hurts when you touch me I can see the pain
It leaves a mark where your hand caressed me
And when I laugh it off thinking of you the same
You’d refrain and start doing it all over again
Have you ever felt a caterpillar crawl
Have you ever felt the need to bawl
For your eyes are one of many connections to the sea
When I almost forgot that you tried to stick with me
I wasn’t sure if you were going to do it at all
We were the only two people left at the ball
So when I say it clearly and you stall
I can feel the effects
Of some of the last days of April.
Strelitzia reginea is utterly pretentious!
Its claim to fame is so contentious!
For it is not a bird, that's absurd!
As sinner impenitent, from paradise it's spurred.
Oh wretched heart, that beats with sorrowed sighs,
And mourns the loss of love once held so dear,
For thou art now the object of despise,
Rejected by the one thou held so near.
Thou art the fool who loved with all thy might,
And gave thy soul to one who did not care,
Whose heart was cold and callous as the night,
Whose love was false, and left thee in despair.
Oh cruel fate, that mocks thy lovesick pain,
And leaves thee to lament what might have been,
For all thy hopes and dreams were all in vain,
And now thou art alone with grief within.
But hark, dear heart, though now thou art forlorn,
Love may yet find thee, on some distant morn.
She awoke
to a blazing sun,
brightest orb,
day’s lover.
The moon, jealous of her love,
cried for the night’s loss.
She, sleeping,
missed the soft caress,
silken touch,
palest rays
that beckoned her to waken
and taste their sweetness.
We were off to school
and oh-so-brave
We spurned the love
our parents gave
But now that they
are in the grave
Too late we find
their love we crave
A Christmas gift spurned
In a busy Christmas street, I saw her; I was sure it was her,
the way she walked, I could sense her perfume too.
Ran after her, touched her shoulder said halloo, she turned
I had been wrong and said sorry.
She smiled and said, no it is only me what you see.
I read an invitation in her dark brown eyes, but I was hopelessly
in love with a blond, the mythical one.
Said sorry again, flapped my wings and flew high into the night sky
so seek her among the stars.
In the cool outer space, I realized the fabled woman was an angel
And I was an earthling I dived back to earth like a Stuka bomber, skidded on slush,
looked in vain for the woman with brown eyes
There was a courtly gent name Hearn.
Who was fastidious from stem to stern.
He showered morning and night.
Kept his teeth pearly white.
But couldn't find a wife worth a durn.
Limerick: Once a Mom Tigress spurned her lame-born cub
for Commandant Cousteau’s son
Once a Mom Tigress spurned her lame-born cub
Wild Life Champ admitted cub to his club
Took cub under his wing
Till she could wildly spring:
Club members now learn to swing the knobbed club.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
God sent his Son, so long ago,
To take away all sin and woe.
But many hearts were closed in sin,
The Holy Gift could not get in.
Thus we still have unholy wars,
The greed and shame our God abhors.
He sent His Son to bring us love,
Fresh from the Heavens up above.
Those who have listened to His plea
Are from their sin forever free.
Love was the message that he brought,
Love for all men the lesson taught.
He weeps for those who turn away,
And longs for them unto this day.
Guess what...I got her number,
I exclaimed in my slumber!
I woke up all excited,
believing love would make us united!
So I asked her out for a date,
knowing her reply would seal my fate!
She spurned my only request,
I gave up my dream conquest!
Wish she would understand me better,
I scribbled in my moist letter!
It's not always about sex,
Why is love so damn complex!
Now I sit all alone,
right beside my cell phone!
Thinking whether I should text,
and renew my impossible conquest!
Dedicated with love to: You Know Who
Flopped like a wilting weed
Wedged in an arid crack,
Gobbled up the spurt of seed
And floundered on the back,
Spurned and cast away,
Swallowing with glee,
Begone, I tell myself,
As quick as you can be.
Flopped like a dying bloom
Dumped on a garbage heap,
Gobbled up in ashen flesh
And compost ridden sleep,
Spurned and then forgot,
A courtesan of lies,
Depart, I pray of her,
Depart and damn your eyes.