Tui fele esechis Tagoreweb
Thou art an oblivion in forgetfulness
Pondering a wanderer for a long forgotten soul, my soul whence wills met
Henceforth, a life passed by within the blink of an eye, nomadic bohemian, mayhem, my warmonger
The path you took had none to console devoid oblivious a memory lane, obscured
The path that takes you in, the welcome wind catcher, song, knows no way anywhere
Waiting as a turbid river murmur along, dropping a song, a nature tranquil
Shivering she, a drifter soul, says to be in delight with those green leaves that sprung
Seemingly they are returning home , they left a clue with the chirping of the birds
Along the way leading to the starlight about the twilight, dimmed a soul. My soul, my reverie elite!
The Tui opens his throat and sings
A beautiful sound that summer brings
Welling up from deep within his chest
Bursting forth his joy expressed
He begins at dawn with throaty trill
Greets the morn in unrestrained thrill
Singing all day with nary a care
Right until darkness in the still night air
The personification of freedom is he...
A lover of life living wild and free
Tui birdsong starts again, melodious warbling
bitter southerly wind still bites
sleet, horizontal and cold, flattens the daffodils
sudden rays of bright warm sunshine
race over paddocks
vivid green grass juxtaposes clear blue sky
Earth warms
From hills and orchard row to the Queen’s chain
plume the toetoe, the ponga’s silver gild -
in planted grove and fertile dairy plain
droved is the fatted calf and the earth tilled.
White breasted native wood pigeons cooing
leap bearing fruits and leaves to feed among,
and up above in splendid chorus wing
the tui, bellbird, and grey warbler song.
O’ to see that autumn sun’s gentle fade
on the dew shine of fallen crown of leaves,
and macrocarpas betwixt light and shade
when April rains fall its bowers and eaves.
Soon the solstice will a changing invoke
and idle woodfired stovepipes fill with smoke.
Written: April 1996
Pohutukawa red bristled rain falling
Drifts down sienna cliffs floats on azure waves.
children swarm, hear the ice-cream van's song calling
sand covered, sticky, happy exploring caves.
Flame tree nectar draws chattering Tui play
White butterfly sails bob clubward, end of day.
Swimmers laughingly frolic while peach sun dips
Shore bound its time for coleslaw, buns, beer and chips.
New Zealand's favourite bird is the Tui, also called parson bird for its ruffled white cravat - it is famously noted for various lyrical songs - consisting of
soul tuning notes - intricate melodies or single beats when bereaved of its mate for life, cheeky flaunting flights near heads in joyful play, even the wingbeats are spirit music -
now when gardening i'm subjected to screeches of rubbish trucks - ' eat your silverbeet ' song and this seasons main choice - the electronic car door opener
i mourn the sounds that used to clear my heart - all gardening day long
electronic beeps
bright tui song in mothballs
natures pure revenge
Written 20 June 2018
nb tui = 2 syllables
Kuikui kuku ana
Ou parirau rerehua
Tukuna kia rere
Kia kautere i te Ao
Hei kaitiaki hei kaiwhakamarumaru
Hei whakaruruhau mo te tira
Hei whakaruruhau mo te Marea
The mystery woman. What do you say?
And what did you think sending that word away?
Or even before, tell me - what did you feel?
What made you to say it - emotions or will?
Your logic... correction - the in-tui-ti-ÓN
Makes men with their logic fall down or gone.
There is no chance for us, guys - play and win.
The game has no rules or rules change like wind.
You are only one who knows the play.
And torturing men with your look and your face.
However, deep down. Under that vail.
You're waiting for One - who takes you away.
I know your feelings, I know your thoughts.
Understand so much, feels like hitting sweet spots.
So, my beaity, you may push - but it's call.
Call - to take you to heaven, forgetting it all.
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 42
Wrap the self in fear for the dark cloaks the beast
Shut the door on vile thoughts no fear will wild knock
Does Death need an invitation for fun feast
Zhen the Eldest Son will pound the skies in jest
Ephemeral beings all will link arms lock
Wrap the self in fear for the dark cloaks the beast
Kan the Middle Son will come flooding through mist
Ephemeral beings all will cower in dock
Does Death need an invitation for fun feast
Gen the Youngest Son will cough fire at best
Ephemeral beings all will turn to rock
Wrap the self in fear for the dark cloaks the beast
Sun the Eldest Daughter will puff past the least
Ephemeral beings all will shudder shock
Does Death need an invitation for fun feast
Bright Li and Joyous Tui will sing dance the beat
Ephemeral beings all won’t this rhyme mock
Wrap the self in fear for the dark cloaks the beast
Does Death need an invitation for fun feast
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Through wisdom and control
fear a reluctant challenger...
Side with me my courage...
All fools banished to oblivion-
Trail blazer mighty warrior...
leading the charge...
heart and soul in formation...
Quill and scroll retrieved-
All time has led here...
poised and ready I believe-
born to be at the helm...
born to lead - lead alone-
one adviser trusted in time-
need not be pendulum of mind-
The darkness forbidden and shunned-
shadows to one side-
The arrival of this time-
this challenge is welcome-
For diversions are excuses-
many the thieves of truth-
minds eye on new location-
resolution the truth-
Some scriptures have been removed-
Thief is weak of mind-
discovering the truth will be mine in time...
Inspiration of my true feelings...
only words to share...
Some of this writers scriptures-
has somehow disappeared...
A tui sounds in distance-
ancestral message-I have received-
intruder, plagiarizer you yourself
you have deceived-
Your future dreams
Empty paper in your hands
Disguised as desire
Your words written in silence
Until the last sunlight vanishes
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Deine Zukunftsträume
Leeres Papier in deinen Händen
Als Wunsch verkleidet
Deine Worte in Stille geschrieben
Bis das letzte Sonnenlicht verlöscht
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Seus somnis per al futur
Blanc de paper a les seves mans
Disfressat com un anhel
Les teves paraules escrites en silenci
Fins a la llum del sol extingit
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I tui sogni per il futuro
Foglio bianco nelle tui mani
Travestito da un desiderio
Le tue parole scritte nel silensio
Fino al quando il sole si spegne ultimo
Note: The Catalán version is for Ruben and the Italian one for Lisa-Marie and Charma