Long Benumbing Poems

Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood,
Conniving with that which shadows...

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Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between...

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frothy brass.

It floats aloft the frost of...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
         – mock my lonely echoed steps...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's Final Version " Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" Vowels " (final version, without the definite article, with the poet's corrections)  in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris...

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Do you really think, that I am going to trade my eternal soul,
for your bowl of germ infested puke? Think again!
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O' sullen sullies of darkness....

How you often paint yourself so very innocent and pretty

While...

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Impatient floodwaters at dams
Waiting for shutters to open, 
A hodgepodge of puppets
Excited to perform: at deep slumber, 
Waiting for my eyes to close, 
The naughty byproducts of my brain!

I fly, glide: liberating!
I sing with a...

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Dog Star

The clarity with which youthful vision perceives the world
Is increasingly fogged by the successive days of life.
Simple magnanimity is replaced by complex reservation.
Knowledge is replaced by uncertainty.
Hope is replaced by the leaden awareness of...

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Sitting on the frigid feeble symmetrical snow              *              ...

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What eyes see is not true, for 
Spotlight of time flashed me as meteor's shimmering 
But my false machines made it aeons vibrating 
\What eyes see is not true for 
The life that wore cloth...

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“Though grief burdens one, it may lessen in time. But like an ember it keeps smoldering and from time to time, may grow into flames, burning inside”
        ...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's " The Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" The Vowels " in the Paul Verlaine (first version) copy in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris : Livres de Poche/La...

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Little blades of grass touching my naked feet
Oh, the soft pleasant touch, the trodden path
I am treading again; though this is my first
Venture, my maiden hike towards the peak
The great heights of the neighbouring mountains!
Have...

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In my consign of living, nature in its fullness bends,
Creepers, climbers, insects and flies are, hence, in abundance;
House-flies relish our rooms, floors, beds, heads, faces, feet and food,
Ants are awesome! Butterflies, here, are auspicious and...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake- Part Six

Awake! Dour Dreamer! And draw the curtain of benumbing clouds
Fairies hover by ears to whisper mantras dispelling doubts
Already unheeding magpies cluck rudely tongue-in-beak
And trans-continental flights from Orly pierce through...

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It was never her choice,
to be into the red gallows.
Body sold in the witching hour,
forsaking her hemorrhaged soul, 
she moves on.
Twitching in pain,
trembling limbs,
scars of yesterday’s lust,
squashing the very being out of her,
yet she bounces...

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The pain that hits the mind 
Gets more annoying 
Accompanied by physical 
Every moment gets weighty 
Each breath hard to take 
Yet something still wants to breathe
Is it the hope or dream that pulsates?
Go on...

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Over the moon? 
Below the stars!
Betwixt a waking dream and benumbing reality ...
A baby-faced blossom tries to summon up its courage
before faring on a quixotic quest to face the raging current
that all the while
is threatening...

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It seems difficult to witness the last moments 
Of your near and dear ones
But in reality I witnessed
The last calm heaves of my father
Without the slightest agony

My father
Lain on the hospital bed
Eyes half closed
With only...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXV

IF you pull a long face
Neither side in tug-of-war giving way
Pull in the name of the Populace
Neither side will lose face e'ven if they bray

But if you...

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A silent storm is brewing within my chest
A benumbing chill sets my soul aflame
A warm welcome sets alarm bell ringing,
In the realm of hush at the dawn of dusk
do you hear the swooshing
  ...

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Una or Death, Life : 1, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Una ou la mort, la vie by T. Wignesan

Sometimes he wonders what good a poem can be
Of course in his case doubting is blasphemy
An absurd...

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Straying back to the dreams, 
I stand here glancing at the flirting butterflies, 
crooning hummingbirds, 
grasslands, trees, and floral beds. 
Air brimming with a fiery glance, 
Kissing her beloved, the distant horizon.
The mesmeric pearls of...

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My grieving heart is powerless to quell
the rigors of life in this world that I dwell
haunted by hate for having loved too well,
I don’t know what this journey will foretell.

And now I suffer a fate...

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Don't ask too much or ask for much!
You'll be a nuisance if you do.
Yet, don't forget to ask anyway!
It'll be mere nonsense if you don't.
Dare to take risks, you, foolish friend!
You'll thrive way more if...

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