Best Tympans Poems

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oh wrap me close dear jungle deep, with fronds and fruits entwined
          and hold me to your ancient emerald breast -
I long to hear those thrums within, the pulse of thickets vined
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we ...
are strands ...
they, a strumming, resonant -
notes of an ambrosial
strain that tickles the tympans of
life and enlightenment ...
they are thistle on the breath of spring,
pappus of a bloom, passionate,
set for naught but fruitful
purchase -
ideality, their roots ...
tender tendrils wrapped 'round
dreams that know
no waking ...
seeds...

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I hold you ...
tight to my chest
but with a concerned tenderness,
as if you are an infant
that I am shielding from a storm ...
or an angel of Valhalla -
her last breath given, ear-to-heart
for the soft-thrumming rhythm of life ...
(what my tympans now ache for)
your flesh is...

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oh -
prithee, my
darling ...
let me hear you whisper -
mold a heart with
those perfect bows ...
crimp them, coy and parted,
ever-so-slightly -
tenderly puff that
absinthe-sweet breath
upon this delicious
eventide air ...

kiss the charmed
twilight mist into my ear,
decorated by those
little words I yearn for -
send, soft, to my
tympans and my...

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I filled my heart with music of the moon
    thus pulled it close about me like a wrap
       my tympans gently trembled with a tune
       I held my breath of...

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pitty-pit-pat, pitty-pit-pat ...

dark attic, echoing ... tenderly
rain on tin roof above,
her nana's voice, ages hence -
lives ago, really ... calling …

       "Little Tea Pot, Little Tea Pot -
           ...

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my red-robed friend grand on your perch
      how regal yours - now dressed for church
         so formal how you meet the springtide dawn
   thus singing bright 'til morning's veil is...

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HELL ...
is a different place for each of us -
a many-chambered hall of horrors, sui generis ...
some make only a single, memorable visit,

Spending the rest of their time
avoiding all that may chance to once again open its iron door.
Others, such as I, have made many...

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My eyes look for you ...
My heart bleeds the truth,
     My spirit enters your soul completely.

Where do I end and you begin?
     A mosh pit swirl of emotions and ids,
Each breath a swollen anticipation.

   ...

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A lifetime seen thru silence at your side,
          From tiny lad to manchild in your shade,
               One sole intent - to earn...

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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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I am not defined by addiction ...
Yes, it has certainly altered my course,
And I sacrificed much to that demoness over time,
For she is dressed with heavenly garb and sings in a sweet tongue,

So sweet, at times, that you can hear nothing else ...
Melodious lies so...

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Oh, jungle, deep ...
hug me close your jade breast -
I long to hear a thrum within ...
let your warm whispers tickle
the tympans of my ears with
sultry songs of your essence ...
and your tangle of mysteries.

Face-to-sky, I breathe ...
heaven's warm weep patters -
rinses, bright, your petals
and...

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There is a language in the language that only I speak

   There is a weave of gossamer meanings that vibrates

 Meant to tremble the spirit like song on the tympans

To drunken the heart with omens of love and passion

 These words, these constructs...

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