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Premium Member Translation of the Windmills of Your Mind By T Wignesan
Translation of Les Moulins de mon Cœur-THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND by T. Wignesan

(For the orignal text in French by Eddy MARNAY : see here below. The English version by Marilyn and Alan BERGMAN differs considerably from the French original, but arguably it could lay...

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Categories: pris, autumn, destiny, heartbroken, lost
Form: Elegiac Lyric
Premium Member The Uncanny Stranger
The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
 Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic.
The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear,
As strange...

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Categories: pris, fate, fear, grief, hate,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Unquotable Quotes - I
Unquotable quotes - I

A friend in need is the goon who stokes your greed.
A journey of a thousand miles ends with the last broken step.
Don’t kill the brother-in-law until the sister is dead.
Butter your toast on either side to lick hands.
Hang not the hangman with...

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Categories: pris, humor,
Form: Epigram

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A Poodle and Apple Strudel
A Poodle and Apple Strudel

To popular belief, it all had been according
And wondered if we really could be affording
To buy what some called the John B. Sloop
Bottom of sails looked like a hula hoop

While walking around we also just found
That when being on John B....

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© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: pris, humorous,
Form: Couplet
Stephane Mallarme Translations
These are my modern English translations of sonnets by the French poet Stephane Mallarme.

The Tomb of Edgar Poe
by Stéphane Mallarmé
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Transformed into himself by Death, at last,
the Bard unsheathed his Art’s recondite blade
to duel with dullards, blind & undismayed,
who’d never heard...

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Categories: pris, eulogy, extended metaphor, french,
Form: Sonnet
Premium Member Maman - Translation of Kevin Gilbert's Mum By T Wignesan
Mama – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Mum » by T. Wignesan

Kevin Gilbert (July 10, 1933 – April 1, 1993) - father of Irish-English ancestry, mother an aboriginal from New South Wales - was orphaned at seven. His elder sisters looked after him until he...

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© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: pris, depression, discrimination, mother, murder,
Form: Free verse



Hysteria
If we are a breed of beings,

Species of like doings-

In the Milky Way

Why not be that today?

 

Have I turn a bat

Lost my light of the frat

Or a Braconid

To my kind?

 

Why the abrupt repellency

To the unfolding literacy

How will I feed my stance

Upon the extinct...

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Categories: pris, bullying, conflict, confusion, violence,
Form: Rhyme
Lips of An Angel (Saraband Sonnet (Spanish Quatrains))
Each time you call my name I seek
the feeling of your gentle kiss,
I hear your voice, it makes me weak.

In love's embrace yet still I miss
the caress from an angel's lips,
my mind needs more than parti pris
to lose my heart to love's eclipse.

You touch my...

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Categories: pris, loveme, heart, heart, me,
Form: Sonnet
Breathless Moments
Barely six and the bustle winds
through depths of lost descent
where reality hunts the night
dreaming of incoherent content 

here dusk drifts off ever deep
butterfly float on off to sleep
in wings of the dormant pine 
almost silently still, she weeps

but all I hear are angelic voices
begging on...

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© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: pris, fear, love,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Mon Amour - Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal's My Love By T Wignesan
Mon amour – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « My Love » by T. Wignesan

Me posséder ? Non, je ne me permets pas
     L’amour que les autres connaissent,
Car j’ai épousé une cause:
     Je me prive de tous loisirs...

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Categories: pris, career, character, endurance, freedom,
Form: Quatrain
Friendship Bridges
As far as I can remember,
They were souls connected with mine.
But all the bridges of our friendships
Have moved away:
The boats have broken off their moorings,
And I do not know whether I am going astray,
But each on the  station's platform,
Took they own roads of chance.
Souls...

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Categories: pris, absence, destiny, farewell, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse
To Create One's Future Through Love
For those tortured souls who have inadvertently become an embodiment of life's most derisive and diminutive emotional degradation... 

Look no further! 

In teaching those 
whom you love above all, in this great life of ours... 
to speak out of the heart
These words we learn, 
Do...

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Categories: pris, analogy, creation, dedication, french,
Form: Free verse
La Guerre Folle
La guerre folingue a largué des bombes sur un cimetière
Les morts,trop absorbés à savonner leurs péchés d'hier,
Ont d'abord pris le bruit pour un tonitruant tonnerre
Nonchalants,ils ont campé dans leurs tanières

Ont eu une pensée pour ceux la haut sur terre
Qui jouillissant de tous arrivent à se...

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Categories: pris, abuse, allusion, hurt,
Form: Rhyme
Rapture
"Rapture"

I want you to capture... me
Caught in your Rapture... see
Upon this eternal bliss
Recieve my one true love"s kiss
Unleash my aperture...key
Never turn the light out...see
Do you know it's just you and me
Ever gonna let it be
Recieve my love honestly
Caring for you little miss
Get over your parti...

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Categories: pris, freedom, identity, imagination, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Blink
Blink



When you blink,
do you think,
that you might be,
altering the very face of your mind?

Look at this, 
Parti pris;
the world has gone and
tipped the scale on bliss and misaligned.

Hear me stutter,
the answers to these questions lie within;
feel me utter,
the key into your heart is cast from...

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Categories: pris, imagination, introspection, life, nature,
Form: Free verse

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