Best Manque Poems

How rainbows covet lily bells
that chime the dulcet birth of May
with murmured notes in fay pastels.

How rainbows covet lily bells,
mellifluous in shaded dells, 
to mime in tranquil bloom manque.

How rainbows covet lily bells
that chime the dulcet birth of May.


5/3/18
Celebrate May with a Triolet
Andrea Dietrich...

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Le soleil est notre ami
Car il nous donne de l’énergie
Laisse sa chaleur
Ouvrir ton cœur (x2)

I’m satisfied
When you smile
I’m happy
When you talk to me

Quand tu me regardes
On dirait que tu m’bombarde
Pleins de cœur rempli d’amour
Et c’est comme ça tous les jours (x2)

I beg you to love
Cause...

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Adieu Ma Dear

Puisque tu es arrivée 
     trop tard dans cette vie
En trainant trop dans l’autre
			dans l’oubli

Arrivée seulement
	               pour me dire adieu
L’innocence triste tremblant
		dans tes yeux 

Sur...

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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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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " Je t'écris " by T. Wignesan

I WRITE TO YOU

I choose green ink to write to you
For Love does not prescribe any one hue
In the hope you might take shape
When desire seizes me agape

You, the enigma of my dreams
Come, meet me...

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AMETHYST
                          HEY MY AMETHYST,I'LL BE YOUR HERO.
             ...

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Postmodernism’s the fashion ne’er manque.
We must study Foucault and his scribes.
Get reason trapped and do not court  delay.
You need to find your intellectual tribe.

Where is the goose which laid the golden egg..
Invented meta-talk and fairy tales?
Which narrative is balanced on a peg?
Which philosopher gets...

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La vie et la mort ont ete separes
Et ils ne pourront plus se cotoyer
ils crient de leur douleurs
sans pouvoir arreter leur pleurs

la vie lui envoie des ames qui quittent notre monde
pour lui montrer combien elle lui manque chaque seconde
la mort recoit ses cadeaux
et les range...

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Oh! What happened to my muse?
       Taking a nap, no use.
Nothing comes up in my mind, its blank.
     Fed up, feeling like a manque.
What is there to write now?
      ...

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He searches in the shady sides,
traces of vanished light,
a drift of the felt,
all of nuances and transitions.

Perhaps is it too early;
cold dawn maintains suspended
the pulsation of the heart,
spreading the ashes,
incomprehension of lack,
in the slow progress of space.
He flees,
beyond his control,

While he awaits any tiny sign,
any...

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Le Vrai et Nouveau Hymne National – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « The New True Anthem » by T. Wignesan

En dépit de ce que Dorothea a dit
sur le sujet de la terre brûlée au soleil
vous ne l’aviez vraiment jamais aimé
ni essayé de lui rendre plus...

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Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot)
by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS
(For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and disarming airs has been making his quiet ways around the provinces in Pas-de-Calais and...

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Upon surrendering this self
hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing,
I noticed nothing amiss
(which temporary state of transcendent bliss
twice daily meditation strives to attain),
ah...before you dismiss
a non "FAKE" claim lemme juiced

apprise ye with a very brief hiss
tour re:, how this generally outlandish
(long gush fellow) doth wanna kiss
hippy, cheeky...

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date: Feb 15, 2017

Always the same little hash joint. 
For lunch, the identical dish - 
in Kremzer's, on Mott and Delancey, 
potatoes and yiddisher fish. 

His real name was Julius Henry, 
but "Groucho" is how he was known. 
His whim was to lunch in the...

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No, my friend Paul, it’s not about saying everything,
And we do not lack time,
But the point is to say what you love, to love what you say,
Like a saxophone solo in a New York club,

To say that there are people who have heart, to say...

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