Best Rouges Poems

Radical rouges have returned to restore
drilling and spilling and filling my gourd.

Each night as I dream these devils all scheme,
turning my memories into something obscene.

I...

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you were walking along a blossom carpet
holding three yellow calla lilies
i could hear the blue river running along the rocks
toward the cullasaja falls where the...

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I can’t stop thinking,
That the earth is round, round
Like African women,
That the seagulls are white,
That dogs are crazy,
They bark at poets, writers,

I can’t stop thinking,
That...

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Cul du sac

Blood tears
Leaking
		slowly
      the empty face
emotions raped


red raindrops
	fancy lollipops

	empty glass
filling with sanguine color

 		drip
	drip
 drip

We are smiles

	en chante
tous


les petits...

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teacup rouges the palms
winter butterflies...

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 Translation of Eric Mottram’s Poem 33 in Interrogation Rooms by T. Wignesan

33.  on a vu un homme courir/ de la scène de crime...

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Look you for Matisse's Daughter?
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The cat glides paw in the water.
It is glaring at three goldfish.
Jolly tulips are on left side.
The bowl with fish is...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s TIME SIGHT UNSEEN, Part One by T. Wignesan

"Instead of an item in a school of rhetoric, the poem could have variety...

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The Spirits of Culloden. 
This is like a pilgrimage, a try tae come every year,
Gather at the cairn, meet old friends, wipe away a tear.
Standin...

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THE RELUCTANT 
by Mark Miller © 09/19/2014

We are the living seeming stillness willful we endure 
Through vows of contempt to never surrender
Vacate questions fly by...

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J'entends encore votre voix 
Quelques nuits quand il pleut
Et quand tu parle, vos paroles sont plus belles
Que ceux de Dumas et de Voltaire

Je n’avais pas...

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Long moan to the morning sun
shift and creak,
stone shifting to greet the day.

Moss creeping inch by inch,
slithering bit by bit
absorbing the stone.

Century by century
standing witness...

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As I bow down to illustrate gallantry, people bend me more
I become honest in every aspect, I become wretched and poor

I practice self-restraint, society designates...

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Oh sir Rutherford
Whose crimson light once shone 
Nature’s summoned darkness
Ne’er could clasp thy fiery tone
A guardian he stood
A savior felled by kiss
Streaking phoenix screaming
Sent the...

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They shout hatred as blood flows
through veins full of rage and madness; 
they fly the red white and blue
as lunatic rogues at the helm 
rouse and...

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