Best Plunderer Poems

Findlater Castle overlooks the Moray Firth
In Scotland's north, situated on a quartz perch
Norse named, fyn leitr
The white cliff, for King Alexander
 
1246 historical note
In the books of the past
Historians quote
 
Built to deter an attack from the north
From Norway's, King Haakon the IV
Viking marauder, plunderer...

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BLACK,RED and GOLD

Location---SOMEWHERE IN KÖNIGSBERG 1945 APRIL 9
Scene---A Dying German Agent/A Soldier`s thoughts/reflections just before death 

On this periphery of life
Let blue jeans of my ice blonde Brenda wear me to marry with death
Fire will be her gown, ashes shall be my girdle, shattered is...

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Recalled that you emerge from the womb of your mother land,
Reared up by that mother land,
Now calling that land mad, 
Admiring the land of abroad,
Are you really a progeny of your mother land?
Calling your mother land good for nothing,
Without questing for its merits,
Playing havoc with...

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Shame has no fancy stroking
I write this tale with a bleeding pen and choking heart
For the character is a braggadocio person
A villain who wore his blinders like flamboyant apparel
Wouldn’t see the truth
It hurt his jaundiced eye he would say
And so he pretended the masses loved...

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The politician sleeks up a path in his new limousine
on a hunt a hunt for our votes...opens the door
money exchanges hands... i will see your voters.....
village come the next general elections..Vrooms out...

Such is the fate of ignorant masses..  ..who sell
the soul of the land...

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 Translation of Eric Mottram’s HOMAGE TO PAUL ELUARD by T. Wignesan

(Note: Here, I retain EM’s translations into English from Paul Eluard’s poems and his source language quotations from “this vital spirits…” onwards, for, according to EM, ‘they are taken from an early draft of...

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After: "Letter of Mithridates to Phraates, King of Parthia"
Historiae VI by Sallust 
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I am a man more poisoned against than poisoning.
 That’s my version anyhow, and I’m sticking to it.
Don’t blame me for having survived a few meals
Which others, less fortunate, could not.

All that doesn’t...

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Lamenting for the loss of words                                       ...

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Thunder

Nightly crashing thunder
Blundering through the streams of my sleep
Lifting me from the valley of my dreams
Plunderer of my sleeptime
Invader of my dreams
Destroyer of my nightly slumber

From behind the closed blinds of my eyelids
The lightning demands to be seen
The rain on my rooftop insists on being...

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Guard your heart closely through all your seasons,                     
Open wounds he’ll find to borrow within,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.

Does not need to have a...

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You make me love you to death, in the depths where light refracts,
In the labyrinths of the night, you are the whirlpool that tightens its grasp.
No mercy you have, oh cruel fate, you shorten the bedding of my days,
In my heavy wandering, with your love,...

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Through windstorms, across scorching sands
you limped and crawled, you cried and begged
as a weakened friend for food and drink;

So in my tent for days we dined
and drank and sang to health and life
but then I erred, in just a blink

I slumped down sick, I lost,...

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Had a plunderer I, nay thither I thus,
how much life is wasted off as if fairly,
pace upon pace once more pace upon pace never odds,
this occasions a bliss is hither, a bliss is folly,
how I hope to have striven more,
how thus air, how fun and...

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Just my pink frost I have shown you
Just the buds of my orchard
You are browsing the book madly
I wonder what you would do
When the gardenias 
Bloom before your eyes

Oven over your ice
Slice by slice
The joyous knife

I will read your steam
Word by word, every phrase
I will...

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She was a marble-hearted marauder
A plunderer and a loyal daughter
She sacked a village
Looted with pillage
Finding a lover within the slaughter....

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