Best Longue Poems

With you,each day
in the quiet,pray
For you I wait each day
while you go into the 'fray
On my own alone
I laze the day away
Without you,I doze each...

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Longue Bruxelles en direct! 

Nous avons besoin de se battre,
Et pénibilité réagir,
Sans retenue ni hésitation,
Et blâmer dans l'agression.

Islam et la foi doivent aller vers le...

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Nude draped across *Chaise Longue like a pharaoh,
Stained with cheap coffee from the expresso,
Take-outs growing mould beside my cello,
It reads ‘Buyer’s Dream’ on the sale...

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Original poem below...after the definition, found on www.google.com: 

"Full Definition of stubborn. 1a (1) : unreasonably or perversely unyielding : mulish (2) : justifiably unyielding...

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Distressed by Rob Barratt

My furniture is all distressed
It's unusually unstable
The oak bookcase is quite depressed
As is the coffee table

The worktop has a thin veneer
It seethes...

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Daisy Bindi – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « Daisy Bindi » by T. Wignesan

L’esclavage à Roy Hill, quelle honte profonde misère:
Les noirs obligés à travailler...

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C'est bientôt l’aube – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “The Dawn is at Hand” by T. Wignesan

(Note : In this poem - the title poem of...

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La Tombe d’arbre – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « Tree Grave » by T. Wignesan

Quand-t-il s’était parti, notre défunt,
Au-delà pour le Monde des Ombres,
Pendant que...

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THE    METEOR - SOFA   PEOPLE

Sofa pyromaniacs are skilled to put it mildly. 
Fueled fiercely by gasoline (as is fitting)	 
Or...

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Life, still in the cradle of yearning
For a course of hope along which
Wanna run on to the spire of wishing
With facing fires and foes on...

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     She sat on a chaise longue waiting for the big revelation 
after years of therapy she still hadn't healed that...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - II by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham:...

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Autumn’s tortoiseshell sky
reclined across mountain’s chaise longue,
content to linger
while night stirred and rose.

A tangled weave of broken limbs
lay like nest for dragon’s sleep,
and they came,...

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incompatibilité

il ya le risque
que lorsque vous avez décidé
de passer du temps avec ledit
individu
qu'il serait un gaspillage
de votre propre temps
dont vous avez seulement
un montant qui ne...

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Les petites pépites de temps mènent à de GRANDS RÉSULTATS
 

je désirais accomplir une seule chose par jour
je croyais avoir perdu la tête
à la fin...

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