Dernier Poems - Poems about Dernier

...Haiti, Haiti, Haiti, the Land of Martyrs Haiti, Haiti, the Land of Great Slaves Haiti, Haiti, the Land of Ancient Braves For many, the betrayed Land that matters. Haiti, Haiti, the volcanic lan......Read the rest...

...I’ve dreamed of you so much, I’ve walked so much, talked so much, Loved your shadow so much, That I have nothing left of you. All I can do is be a shadow among the shadows, To be one hundred tim......Read the rest...

...As the odyssey in the skiff continued a more sentient being begun to appear, At times feeling as a eunuch who was unable to change anything, In zenith of toxicity as miasma on a cold misty morning.......Read the rest...

...–What Manner of Love Does- QUELLE MANIÈRE D'AMOUR FAIT— French Verse QUELLE MANIÈRE D'AMOUR FAIT— Quelle sorte d'amour est, Est-ce.. Le Père nous a-t-il accordé? Que nous soyons les Fils d......Read the rest...

...Translation of Kendji Girac and Claudio Capeo's Que Dieu me pardonne by T Wignesan Lyrics by Kendji Girac and Renaud REBILLAUD https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xP2jp31jFMc (The two young Fre......Read the rest...

...Translation of Eric Mottram's The Nerves of Proust and Sitting Bull by T. Wignesan Excerpts from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s ......Read the rest...

...Vous croyez que la joie n'existe pas Croyez moi elle est bien la Il faut profiter des moments de plaisir Et les occasions de bonheur il faut les saisir Car ils ne dureront pas pour l'éternité C'......Read the rest...

...C'est mon dernier cadeau Je n'ai plus rien d'autre a t'offrir Ces quelques mots Sont tout ce que j'ai encore a dire J'aurai aime que ca se termine autrement Mais je crois que ce n'est plus fai......Read the rest...

...Un appel – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « An Appeal » by T. Wignesan Les hommes d’Etat qui ourdissent les lois de la nation Munis du pouvoir pour contraindre ceux qui résistent, Guidez......Read the rest...

...I am a demo tape Maker, Compulsive Rock and Roll Faker, It is my need, I pay no heed, To those who say I won't get anywhere, I have trained myself not to care, It makes my day less bori......Read the rest...

...The wild hair of the trees lay down on the ground. Others burn up in a blue smoke. The severed branches in small heaps. I saw, in the middle of the sawdust, The pieces of the great plane tree, ......Read the rest...

...The Last Hope, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : Dernier espoir There stands a tree in the cemetery Thrusting itself up in total freedom, By no means the fruit of bereavement – Spreading itsel......Read the rest...