Best Terre Poems

Cinque Terre 
     by Edmund Siejka

We were in the Italian Rivera
A once in a lifetime trip
Hiking along the remote cliffs of...

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MY TREE

Beside the Kinta River still it stands
Colossus of the primal forest panoply
The tree a native of the fecund land
It’s limbs support the graceful arcing...

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Ma langue française n'est pas assez bonne pour 
te dire ce que je veux tellement à dire. 
Les mots sont nécessaires pour tout l'amour, 
surtout...

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Standing in a meadow of imagination
Guided, by a celestial destination
Along the dale
Follow the trail
To a regatta, of fireflies with luminous sails

The heavy night air, stills...

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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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Since everything makes sense, I think,
What are the stars for?
It’s up to us to observe them,
To imagine why they shine,

Are they there, to make us...

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I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests, 
About modern centuries and glass cities,
Tattooed Indians who are murdered too,
For a handle of gold or green...

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There was poetry,
In the open fields,
On the slanted blueberries,
On the skirts of schoolgirls,

There was poetry,
In the sunny cupboards,
In the quiet gardens,
In the sweet air of...

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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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Dans une teinte
rose
la vie explose
L'arbre frémit sous son écorce
noire
Comme des vaisseaux sanguins
qui s'agrippent au foie
ses branches serpentent
s'écartent et s'emmêlent
pour atteindre le ciel
et ramener de la...

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The old saw "Go West, Young Man" is attributed to Horace Greeley,
But it was coined by a writer from a Terre Haute paper, really!
Horace was...

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spawned in the summer of 1853
these sliced succulent deep fried wonders 
resulted from the demands of a complaining customer
whose bullshit led our man, a one,...

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An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This...

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Le Rat Noir – Translation of Iris Clayton’s « The Black Rat » by T. Wignesan

(Iris Clayton of the Wiradjuri tribe in New South Wales...

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L’octroi des droits à Jacky – Translation of Mudroroo Narogin’s « They Give Jacky Rights » by T. Wignesan


(Note : The first aboriginal writer to...

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