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Premium Member Translation of Eric Mottram's Twentyeighth Legal By T Wignesan
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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Categories: borgia, america, creation, culture, film, race, writing,
Form: Free verse



The Adventures of Enea, Part 5 of 13
Enea Gets the Red Hat

Finally, he's getting somewhere. 
Fifty years of age and almost crippled, 
prematurely aged, but at last, 
sweet recognition rains down 
on the poet. Kneeling before Calixtus, 
he accepts the Cardinal's hat....

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Categories: borgia,
Form: Rhyme
The Adventures of Enea, Part 7 of 13
Enea's Pope!  (2)

I suppose it’s common knowledge
(and not tedious, I hope!)
that two-thirds of the Sacred College
must concur to elect a pope.        

With eighteen cardinals gathered,
twelve was the...

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Categories: borgia,
Form: Quatrain
Premium Member A Christmas Gift
A Christmas Gift						
P. G. Borgia
Dec. 2011
© 2011 P. Borgia
	
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An evening of peace, city streets now still,
Snowflakes settle upon your window sill.
Snuggled...

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Categories: borgia, christmas, devotion, inspirational love, my child, peace,
Form: Narrative
Ennui
Ennui

 
...inspired by 'A Cooking Egg' by T.S. Eliot

 

Ronaldo sprawled in luxury

across from where the spaniel lay,

pretending to read Mallarme

and yawning, stuck in Chapter One.

 

The Grandfather ticked ponderously,

there was no other sound in...

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Categories: borgia, nostalgia
Form: Quatrain



Ennui
Ronaldo sprawled in luxury 
across from where the spaniel lay, 
pretending to read Mallarme 
and yawning, stuck in Chapter One. 
The Grandfather ticked heavily, 
there was no other sound in sight 
except dear Josephine who...

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Categories: borgia, tribute,
Form: Verse
Ennui
In the style of T.S. Eliot.


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Ronaldo sprawled in luxury 
across from where the spaniel lay, 
pretending to read Mallarme 
and yawning, stuck in Chapter One....

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Categories: borgia, tribute, writing,
Form: Verse
Ennui
In the style of T.S. Eliot.


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Ronaldo sprawled in luxury 
across from where the spaniel lay, 
pretending to read Mallarme 
and yawning, stuck in Chapter One....

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Categories: borgia, tribute, writing,
Form: Verse
Ennui (Repost)
...inspired by 'A Cooking Egg' by T.S. Eliot

 
Ronaldo sprawled in luxury
across from where the spaniel lay,
pretending to read Mallarme
and yawning, stuck in Chapter One.

The Grandfather ticked ponderously,
there was no other sound in sight
except dear...

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Categories: borgia, on writing and words
Form: Quatrain
Ennui
...inspired by 'A Cooking Egg' by T.S. Eliot

 
Ronaldo sprawled in luxury
across from where the spaniel lay,
he soldiered on with Mallarme
and, yawning, re-read Chapter One.

The Grandfather ticked ponderously,
there was no other sound in sight
except dear...

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Categories: borgia, dedication, writing,
Form: Verse
Christ's Robe
Copyright © 2016
08.01.2016
11:28am

Caseare Borgia's clothed
in Christ's robe?

But, he was from the West
and used as a test, test
of men's mind, misleading
many to find the truth,
of what Rome wanted to do.

Christ's robe wasn't a suit
and tie, that...

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Categories: borgia, allusion, arabic, christian, corruption, faith, identity, power,
Form: Couplet
Ennui
...inspired by 'A Cooking Egg' by T.S. Eliot

 
Ronaldo sprawled in luxury
across from where the spaniel lay,
he soldiered on with Mallarme
and, yawning, re-read Chapter One.

The Grandfather ticked ponderously,
there was no other sound in sight
except dear...

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Categories: borgia, on writing and words,
Form: Quatrain
Sinister Snowbird.
One final blast of frigid wind leaving one last reapers' kiss.
La femme fatale bids dour adieu to fast fading verdant bliss.
She snaps her teeth like silver shears in cold calculating lips.
She slips her burnished bits...

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Categories: borgia, imagination, natureleaving, silver,
Form: Pantoum

Book: Reflection on the Important Things