Best Glace Poems

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Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries,
nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind.
Trembling hands and gritted teeth disguise my disorderly brain, 
feeling......

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...So the time has come
The silent letter with loud words has arrived
Hurting my pride making me cry a river
The morning chirping of the summer birds -
It’s as though they have stopped, my heart has dro......

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...I woke up early one cold winter's morn;   *
A ray of light had roused me from my sleep,
And gazing at the rose-pink blush of dawn
My eyes excitedly began to sweep
Across the frosted landscape to ......

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...You’ll never be an Olympic champion, Cecile,
After your accident on the ice,
Just walk, only,
There are so many beautiful things to do,
While walking, only, doubly,
Walking makes happy, calms th......

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...This is the final CANTO of Hell. I am going to publish the full translation as epub on AMAZON. It was a very hard work to find rhymes in english.

“Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni now
Toward us; so......

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...Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private 7 with excerpts from “Notes on Poetics” by T. Wignesan

(Note: With this post, I bring to a close EM’s pamphlet collection: Faithful Private, GEN......

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...As I rush past the dastardly faces of those in pain,
I begin to ponder if it were possible to die here,
Surrounded by disease and loneliness the decrepit weep under those in control,
There daily d......

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...translation below

Tomber dans le vide

Je rêve de toi
Je rêve de toi toute la nuit

Je bois du vin
Je bois l'amour 
Je suis triste dans la nuit
Je regarde dehors à la pluie

Je jo......

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...I searched a thousand dreams 
living inside each and every thought 
you linking my arm love, 
walking along the five fingers golden strand 
in my living memory none can compare 
free and alive o......

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...no Artist, no Poet
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

I am not an artist
So, I doodle
Play with shapes, colors
Juxtapose
Yet, I am no artist

Inscriptive, descriptive visual symbols come about
Recogn......

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...I wandered round the lonely graveyard.
The few mourners did not bother to look at me.
I ought to know the paths so well
Ah there it was, unembellished as I had left it.

Silence reigned everywhe......

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...I heard the voice of the well,
I approached the curb,
There was black sooty,
It was probably your call.

As a low message
From the depths,
The narrow circle of the shipwreck,
From your former......

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glace mountain tops amidst heather'y foothills --pepper icy squalls


February 19, 2016
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...Patrick, Pearl and Phillip were fond siblings, in halcyon days of fairy tales;
Long beloved of Mother and Father, like beloved ballads of all nightingales.

Father was a successful tailor,......

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...Her eyes are a sparkling dew inspired shade
So blue they mist with a passionate side
They stare with a loving glace on my face
Gorgeous, tender eyes, ones that come and slide

She looks at......

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