Best Glace Poems

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 lost in the mist, 
surrounded by drowned out voices.

Deceptive chanting charms plant everyday confusion,
with...

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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 dropped
I’ve lost the fight, I’ve lost my pride
Rushes of sadness anchor...

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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 the deep
Soft bed of snow on fields and hillside...

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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 the heart,
Walking inspires the brain, frees it,
You’ll never be an Olympic champion, Cecile,
To walk is to write,
Through wild,...

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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 you watch forward with care”,
My master told, “if you...

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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, GENERA editions by Colin Simms, issue 13 (Place:?), 1976, n.p. Translation of No. 6: “Courbet,...

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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 dose of detrimental disruption,
The toxins streaming through their inadequate veins,
I slowly emerge...

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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 joue avec mon cheval-jouet
Je rêve de voyager
Je rêve de toi
Je meurs dans la nuit

Le froid,...

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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 our memories shared
 
Like blooming flowers 
as now they are slowly fading...

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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
Recognizable shapes, not what it seems
Misunderstood at first glace
Driven by a part of me you do not know

I am not an...

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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 everywhere, except for some bugs
I began to wonder what I was doing there.
Then...

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


February 19, 2016
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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 splendor ...

I bent, but not for drinking,
There was at the bottom, a clear round,
Lost in all...

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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 my body, a lustful sight
Brings my heart to a boil all sinful like
The...

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Cherry blossom petals
Float on down 
to the path of tar beneath my feet
At the pace of sleet
A small river made of marshmallows
Build as I walk with a pace 
so slow that I appear
To walk in slow motion 
as I embrace
Each petal out floats the next
As...

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