Best Viol Poems

Written: December 02, 2024 
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At dawn cradle, 
Dew blankets the earth, 
whispered secrets swirl among stately elms, 
a chorus...

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Les Protecteurs – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “The Protectors” by T. Wignesan

(Note: Oodgeroo never claimed to write poetry à la manière des poètes occidentaux; she said - without mincing words – her lines were sheer ‘propaganda’. Others thought otherwise:
Judith Wright, a part-time reader for the...

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Le Problème avec des Blancs – Translation of Jim Everett’s « The White Man Problem » by T. Wignesan

(Jim Everett, Mawbana Pleregannana, b. 1942 on Flinders Island, Tasmania, has had a chequered career and like almost all the aboriginal poets and writers in English of...

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How melancholic was the silent Saint Peter's Basilica
without a melody played by the bearded deacon,
priest of the Camelites who died in sea-washed Licata;
there, the Viol was played by Angelic of Jerusalem!  
For years, it was covered in dust and fallen into oblivion:
it missed the...

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Farcical characters of ill gestures,
they be no friends of mime

Mute clown suits
wearing viol marionette smiles
all of the puppet string time

I tell you, of a silent truth,
those pretzel-tongue jester troupes
are theatrical buffoons 
spoofing on a global would trivial comedy stage 

These ol' pantomime hucksters,
dipstick lip syncing...

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mound
vacation leap sadness viol frame pit
castle
ground elevator hold testament
kitchen

situate
aluminium
oculate


octopus talk biblical stories...

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War ain’t a kosher thing
The killing of innocent human beings
was never FDA approved
(From Da Almighty)

Ebenezer fiscals’ hands be closed tighty
	to the citizen poor
But they openly solicit those laborers’ loyalty,
before sending them off to war

Dem silver-loving Scrooges 
were publican greedy Re-schooled
Roman togas playing hooky pocket pool

Coin-operated...

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Sarcophagus beetles gnaw on these bones
buried in the catacombs
They still have zombie feast needs of me 
long after I’m gone

The scratching on the whited stones
of the sunken mausoleum,
brings the chorus of the viol worms to life
Crawling through my empty eye sockets,
planarian pleas are unsightly ......

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When I think about the definition of beauty
When I think about beauty that's true
All thoughts lead me down the same boulevard 
And that boulevard then leads me to you 

Place a kiss on your cheek, brush your lips with my own
Whisper [your name here] at...

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Black faces of wooly lost voices,
do you hear the siren call
of Little Miss Bo Peep?

Can you see her waving 
a dollar ensign,
Grand Opening mall flag?

Does this retail muzak rhapsody
securely lull you to sleep?
You got so much Egyptian trust
in Lady Cleopatra libidinous liberty

Has material comfort
become your...

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Silver streaks of zingy songbirds 
and choral trills.

Orioles in Scarlet -
gorgeous carolers of
dawn canzonet with a sapphire score.

Rich viol spells of melodic melody
they engulf my twisted skysill
featuring lavender gold and
honeyed agate spring odes
silky lilac skylight accents....

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Digging up buried bones of the past,
formaldehyde memories ... crypt debris
Re-examining works long dead,
suspicions placed once again
under the microscope

Detect an exhumed lie,
skeletal remains 
of a premature buried alibi

Neurotic twisted logic 
Myelin tears fill the missing synapse link
of a soil carpet double helix

DNA nightshade tragic ...
(do...

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...As the years went by Nick’s playing
came less often, as he wandered,
he just became a vagabond,
going to almshouses in winter.

That’s how he came to Watertown
in the sad last year of his life,
they say he didn’t play at all,
many felt pity at his plight.

There even was...

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A STUDY IN VIOLET

This treasure house of objets d’art
Littered with plots and storylines
A room encrusted with jewels of history
Inviolate – and undisturbed.

Over there, a military tunic
Blue – and in such fine condition.
Pale lapels perhaps too remote or innocent
Of its vile ‘let them have it’ past.

Here,...

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Drink the water of mountain brook
Sweet and clear, it fills you with joy
Try it once, very soon you’re hooked
Much like ale, in thirst, to enjoy

Ancient music, from ages gone by
Is like stream, crystal clear ’n light
Stays as friend of my soul and ally
Simple sounds are...

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