Long Allen Poems

 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 un homme est maintenant en train d’aider/ la police avec...

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The Great PoetrySoup Poets in as of now
1.NoMatter What
2.Roses are Red...

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The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems deal...

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from island corner, big Antrim lad
  to Belfast city, a tiny pad
  shattered windows, tilted clocks
  Goliath had lost his socks
  gargantuan giant going mad

  Armagh apple girl, any topic
...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s Twentythird Legal by T. Wignesan

Le vingt-troisième légal

pendant la guerre le peuple devient obéissent de nouveau
plein du respect (et) de la confiance les enfants naïfs dans la foi
la gouvernance nécessaire  ...

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Mud and leather
dirt and nerve
bloodied laughter
collision to serve,
distance, drive and demolition
battle axe ambition in the wild air
muscle and mind joined in steeled instinct, 
a stitched pigskin ball, the grail of the Fall
to fumble it means...

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Waiting Before the Throne of God

The year was, 1972 and at 2:11 a.m. that Jessie Wayne Martin was
born into this world.  He was born to Matthew and Kathy Martin and 
would become the baby...

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At the final stroking of saint Halloween eve, it seems not so long ago,
That my trusty SUV, transport vehicle unceremoniously broke down,
Right outside the local pet cemetery, what a marvelous place to
Spend the spookiest night...

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I feel as lame as a whale without its fins to swim in fine waters
Blue blasphemy break a spirit of slumberless insanity that rips up my poetic loves, likes, unlikes and hates
Debates on TV…flee from...

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Sometimes, I feel like I have PTSD
Depression damages me in distress
I’m somewhat mad and sad and yet glad, but it’s not rad…
It feels bad…it’s the best thing I’ve always had…my dad…
Seems to go through so...

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Putin non gmo gluten free cheese on the ritz as a celiac to follow

Initially written March 18th, 2023
and revised exactly two years later
tweaking the poem here and there
courtesy adding or subtracting Nabisco  
National Biscuit...

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(1.)
Beware, Nightmarish Dreams Are Oft By Raven Sent,
(In Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe)

When incantations stoke fiery embers,
eerie nights, their sounds roust to remember
ghosts of yesteryears, so birthed to dark play
within nightmarish dreams, as monsters slay.

Around...

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A  stunning scene. Edited for our insatiable reading pleasure.  High on a tight-rope.
The debutant wearing her 2-piece at one end. The isis general at the other.The plot is for them to tip-toe, slowly...

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Allen “Gene” Claibourn
08.12.1932-08.05.2013
 
Grandpa showed me the way to 
get things done and how to do 
them right,  he showed me how 
to make a knot but i could 
never get it quite as...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s TWENTYEIGHTH LEGAL (Part One) by T. Wignesan
 
N.B. If any one is interested in reading the continuation of the extracts of letters that Eric Mottram wrote from America during 1965-66 to...

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1.    John Desmond Patrick Keegan
2.    Alfred, Lord Tennyson 
3.    Sally Aline Mae Beller
4.    Charles Edward A. Berry
5.    Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce...

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Once again, yours truly takes poetic license.

Whenever the missus irks me or complains...
I tell her don't "Hock me in chinik" nor kvetch
before long tête-à-tête escalates in2 Kanipshin
whereby the Army National Guard gets called
World War III...

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“Let my heart be still a moment and let this mystery explore”  
                     ...

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Lightly the rain falls upon the lamp lit streets, the shabbily dressed figure
Walks with an air of uncertainty down the cobbled stone streets, leaning,
On his rickety cane, the elderly gentleman huddles beneath his umbrella Of...

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Part Two
From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises
Third poet in my poet dedication series

O'lord, forgive me my sins and my accursed seeking of glory and fame
I now know, such was my downfall,...

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(2)*Second poem honoring Edgar Allan Poe*

Fate Once Birthed Lovers, Golden True And Dear

We had raced a good race, with wind cool and fair,
There were romantic nights steaming hot for a while,
And golden rays of sunshine...

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Like every divorced couple, we were transitioning into a platonic relationship as friends full of understanding. My former husband seems entirely decided to give life a fresh try. He is thinking of another girl. He...

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Into Deep Raging Darkness A Poor Soul Was Once Cast , Dedicated To Master Poe

As deep darkness surges into these old decaying veins
This wounded heart so struggles to gift out slower pulsing beats
How dare wicked...

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When I was a lad and somewhat brash
I often read the poems of Ogden Nash,
whose humourous rhymes on many themes,
was motivation for my own poetic dreams.

Later when I took to reading Edgar Allen Poe,
more of...

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Jack Allen was a serious, shy schoolboy, who worked hard at school lessons;
Like mottled skies working hard each day, to convey many color obsessions.

Jack was a little small for his age, and had begun to...

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