Best Du Poems

The deception of  “free verse”: Dreams II, Translation of Etiemble’s “L’imposture du vers libre” by T. Wignesan

“Free verse, free not to be verse” – Audiberti

My love is not blue like a lake
my love is not blue like a sky
but red swollen with blood
and of...

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"Had I not broadened my menu, I never could have developed Good Taste" 
                               ...

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Cul du sac

Blood tears
Leaking
		slowly
      the empty face
emotions raped


red raindrops
	fancy lollipops

	empty glass
filling with sanguine color

 		drip
	drip
 drip

We are smiles

	en chante
tous


les petits moulins rouges

	tombe 
			casse


	drink well from my veins
sleep in my tears

robbed of heart
		        ...

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L'Origine du monde
                                       smegma musk odors of...

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I sit on a chair
The chair is by the table
The table is against the wall
On the wall is a clock
The clock goes tic toc
As surely as time passes
I, do not move
The chair does not move
The table does not move
The wall just stands there holding up...

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Ich weiss schon, was du meinst

I do know what you mean!
Trust me my dearest love—I do!

Whether I say this in German or in English,
my thought and intention with this are the same!

Since we first met years ago the love, fire, and 
passion in my heart...

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Facebook's beginning to look like Poetry Soup 
There's Becca! Richard! Tim's in the group!
Julia's here! Andrea! Liz and Paul
Demetrios! Eileen! WOW that's not all!

So come on in and join us 
Cause you never know who'll you see!
We're making Soup out of Facebook
And it's looking good...

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Baby Ich Liebe Dich so wie du bist,
So perfekt, so wie du mich glucklich machen.
Die Art und weise du mich fuhlen,
Di Art und weise du mich lacheln und lachen.
Auch wenn Ich wu tend bin, trairig oder songar weinen.
Mein Hertz blutet dur dich baby.
Ich Liebe Dich...

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The Evening Soup, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s La soupe du soir

						To J.-K. Huysmans

(Verlaine here paints a stark tableau of working-class or peasant life shorn of any symbolic or imaginary references. Even if I see no reason to keep to the strict rhyme scheme, I have...

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Her voice was soft on the telephone
She had gentility, like the part of the city she once lived

We talked of tragedy and chicory coffee
My friends had told me the situation was still grim

I asked her of Galatoire's and Brennan's
Of the Ninth Ward, and of her...

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Quand le jour se levera, la lumiere eclaira
la bonte divine nous reviendra et l'amour s'eclatera dans nous
voila les chemins menant de partout
les passagers et les amis de la mort sont la
les gardiens de la volonte les guident.

Quand la terreur reignera, le jour deviendra tout noir
la...

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Tali Karng : le Serpent du Crépuscule – Translation of W. Les Russell’s  « Tali Karng : Twilight Snake » by T. Wignesan

(W.Les Russell, b. 1949 in Melbourne, joined the Royal Australian Navy – where he received training in photography – in 1965. He...

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“La fin du monde” 

The fragrance 
that makes you pop
in all the best places

no need for bikini
nude etat liberte
un amourette

experimentum crucis

500 Years
Eau de Protection
holy water ad libitum

ghost in the shell 

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)




What it’s like to experience a nuke in virtual reality – paradise VR/...

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 The sadness of life eats me

limb by limb

No longer can I walk

Tears flood my unmoving body

I crumble 

under the burden of grey skies

I lie rotting 

an afterthought 

The maggots that eat me

shall one day fly high in the skies

over the treetops

butterflies with expansive golden...

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SILENCE CONDONES DU & DRONES
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

McEmpire's
Dollar menu
Serves up fast kills -
Who pays the bills?
Spent uran'yum? -
Small watts; big ill.
To store, or $ell?
Makes heavy  shell.
Blasts through walls well.
Recycled hell.
Deployed now, $well!

The order's passed:
Deep fried dark ass.
The searing flash,
Such menu class:
Crispy critters!
Some sauce? Must ask.
Breathe toxic gas.
Eat...

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