Best Les Poems

A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades  overgrown fields,  
drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned.  
Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground—  
bloated and weathered,  
strips of fabric flapping in the harsh elements.  
Legends of...

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Les Algues

I have no heart
Without a mind
I stand alone
Next to my kind.
Near rocky beds
I still survive
Dormant at night
Yet much alive.

I can hide many
Might save a few
With higher reach
A better view.
I have no sight
So cannot rave
I feel the sun 
I know the waves.

With current’s flow
I lose...

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En France, les demineurs
still search the fields
removing shells, 
grenades and bombs
of two World Wars

Would that we had the same 
for affairs of the human heart
to defuse munitions lurking
under a landscape of civility
I’ll forgive but canna’ forget

A dangerous occupation
more than six hundred have died
removing millions of...

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There are so many sounds
That are enjoyed by so many
But the sounds i love most
Are by plectrum or penny


Lindsey Buckingham playing "Go Your Own Way"
Even Joe Perry makes "Walk This Way" say
Eric Clapton and his solo on "Cocaine"
Don Felder with "Hotel California" listening time and...

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Les Miserable 

I walked and walked down a steep ravine and came across
a village has forgotten by time by a road that evaded dwellings
A track not trodden among boulders and roofs made of canes.
skinny women with empty breasts sat on the bough of trees
waiting for...

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Late,
 the morning glories rise
 passionate, royal, magenta blooms trumpeting,
 helloes and goodbyes;
novice neophytes falling 
into lavender blush dream states
succumbing to a mellowed change in weather
 cooler days awakened by pale aging sunlight
 soft, restless breezes 
 in the trees shedding leaves;
twilight for the foliage...

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In the pale sunshine of a springtime morn,
As fresh as the dawn before it was born,
Such creamy clouds, grace a deep blue sky,
After the midnight of rain has passed by.
Plum purple blooms, leave scented traces,
As butterflies appear in unlikely places,
In hues of green, white, orange...

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A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields,  
drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned.  
Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground—  
bloated and weathered,  
strips of fabric flapping in the harsh elements.  
Legends of wraiths...

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Yay, the summer’s arrived, so they say
but in England, it’s here for one day;
we roast in the sun,
go rare to well-done;
spend the rest of the year in dismay....

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J'ai appris que jamais, les anges ne mentent

Car tout ce qui est faux, emprisonne nos âmes

Loin d'un ciel bien trop haut, dans un destin infame 

Lié au sort mauvais, que la tristesse hante

        

Si tes mots s'effilochent dans...

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Les Protecteurs – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “The Protectors” by T. Wignesan

(Note: Oodgeroo never claimed to write poetry à la manière des poètes occidentaux; she said - without mincing words – her lines were sheer ‘propaganda’. Others thought otherwise:
Judith Wright, a part-time reader for the...

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The Wedding Ceremony of the Dead, Part One, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Les Noces de la Mort by T. Wignesan

Orgy of stone !
I drank hate in your inferior parts
And bathed during a wild summer our green sepulchres
O ! death
and my animal mouth became distorted
on those...

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Autumn Leaves/Les feuilles mortes de Jacques PREVERT (1900-77) 
Translated by T. Wignesan 

(Note: As far as I can make out, this poem is at the heart of all versions of « The Autumn Leaves " - 
Sung by Edith Piaf, Juliette Gréco, Yves Montand, Nat...

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I was my hands of it all, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Je m’en lave les mains by T. Wignesan


And what could we have done in his place
Who in this century would dare to judge him
he belongs to you and you are me-myself
A tiny cogwheel
An average...

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Seemed too shy-

To articulate

In flash,

 

She squealed

Beyond phoning:

The business between us-

Is agonizing,

 

Search for bona fide,

A suitable beloved-

"Pour tous les jours"

 

Hang around!

Do not kill the whole toy.

Regarding these words

I will answer:

 

“Long time ago,

I did not think of you.

Initiatory, 

I disliked this affair”

 

Seemed...

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