Best Marque Poems

I starts me life as pirate, 
A grommet before age twelve,
Not an ordinary bandit,
High sea adventures me delve.

With a Letter of Marque in me han’
And...

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The sun plunged
In the space of silence,
The summer has been extended
In a slow wandering ...

The orb has been drunk,
Gradually, by fringes.
> We did not hear...

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CAR   COURT


Enter,   the older   heavyweight  steel  giant,
The bailiff,  a   1954 Hudson,  reads unhesitant...

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Alone,
silence, so stark,
me, lost in the unknown
and blind in my thoughts, yet, I own
the dark.

The dark,
like arms, embrace
me and leave their bleak marque,
forlorn in my...

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My lawyer drives a Jaguar,
a slim and glitzy marque.
He seldom ventures near the Law,
(the work's done by his clerk),
buts sends in bills at Partners Rates;
that...

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Simple Step In Beauty

Passion flower towers at the crown of a radical Hippies’ heart revolution in waiting 
blossoms for such longing deep sensual trust freedom...

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Alguien marque el nueve once
pues mi corazón a recibido una sobre dosis
de un amor adulterado que ahora lo ha dejado
más atarantado que un balabarista en...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: I'm Sorry, I've Got To Go
Edited By: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2014


Jazz
aficionado's,

remembers

Chick Webb -

Two sticks
in hand,

tap'n 
on the rim

of a
snare;

keep'n time
on the
drums....

like
a clock,

And

tap'n
those cymbals
Bock-a-da-bock -

Go
Chick,
go!

He 
was
flawless!

Hit'n...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s 1922 Section 1 by T. Wignesan

for David Attoe

Notre devise pourrait être: ‘que nous nous ne soyons pas envoûtés’
Wittgenstein in Zettel

laissez pendre...

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GOOD TIME ( translated in  two other languages)
Good time lies in onerous tracts
Where the minds reject
It shelters in a solitary world
Fidgets like a hovering...

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A nonchalant paw hangs, eye’s shut, ears open
My sentimental pretence maintains your interest
You do not know my cruelty, my brutality, my malice
Your sustaining hand is...

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Look out into the darkness and hear the remnants of cities. 
The faint, ghostly echo of music wafting through the air, carried by the smell...

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BUT   ESPECIALLY   EAST   LANSING


Cell phone with a woodywoodpecker ringtone;
Russian style  of guitar-playing with strummed beats;
Regina-Saskatoon red-eye with “collapsible”...

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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...

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Toulouse, oh please do place a hand on me
Your pen will sketch what your eyes can see
The ladies’ legs as they dance the can-can
Make me...

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