Long Bruit Poems

*Image of Many Meanings by KWC.

Likeness ssenekiL: Part 1

(HOMONYMS: Homophones & Homographs)

He'll heal his heel.
They sow so they sew.
His aide aid with an ade.
You saw a ewe eat a yew.
I ate on the ait eight...

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Self help addict needles unsuspecting reader 

Expounded late today April 27th, 2023
since being written
countless years ago
maybe a baker's dozen
as thee doodling cock doth crow 
scouting about for carrion 
scavenging for dead animals 
and rooting about...

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Autumn Leaves/Les feuilles mortes de Jacques PREVERT (1900-77) 
Translated by T. Wignesan 

(Note: As far as I can make out, this poem is at the heart of all versions of « The Autumn Leaves "...

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Mama – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Mum » by T. Wignesan

Kevin Gilbert (July 10, 1933 – April 1, 1993) - father of Irish-English ancestry, mother an aboriginal from New South Wales - was orphaned...

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Claquée j’ai quitté mon lit douillé 
J’ai peur de sombrer dans ma tête souillée 
Dans mes rêves je suis toujours exilée 
Je n’ai jamais trouvé le sommeil espéré  
J’ai savouré le mal qui me...

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Klacatoo – Translation of Kevin Gilbert ‘s « Klacatoo » by T. Wignesan

On nous avait coincé sur la rive de Lachlan
un endroit qui s’appelle Klacatoo
là où nous rassemblions au coucher du soleil
quand nous entendions le...

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French Version -

Demain, dès l'aube by Victor Hugo

Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de...

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So what country did you make?
Is it a penthouse, or a rented cubbyhole
in the same sky high city where the difference
is the size of your hold-out that can also peer out.
When the TV is silent...

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Un bruit si plaisant

venez de la petite fontaine,

Je regarde dehors au-dessus du côté du balcon, 

cinq histoires du sable mou ci-dessous,

au-dessus de la courbe douce de l'horizon,

au delà de ce que mon oeil peut voir,

un...

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I went to heaven





Cherishing an opulent living in world,
anticipating a front seat in heaven,
I was made to believe that Yamraj will send 
a white chariot taking best of souls up above, 

Where Dharamraj with scroll...

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As  I woke up from the slumber,
found your visage crawling down the lumber.
I go through my journey to the anomalous world,
And just recall the faded memories with you I earned.
Fragments yet fragmented into pieces,
As...

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From the bright yellow sun 
that rises in its glory in the 
beautiful mornings
Following the peaceful, 
chilly, non-bruit wee hours 
of the night
To the celestial birds that 
flap their fluffy wings in 
ecstasy of freedom
Gracefully...

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Gazing at the transgressive, monotonous (yet awake) mundane-
burning cheeks, bottles empty of holy blood
accompanied by slurred atonement lost in soft wind
persevered; untainted discovery by foolish hopes and dreams
cleansed the heavy mind -so long ago-
(absorbed by...

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La Paix et le Désert – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Peace and the Desert » by T. Wignesan

Pendant que la braise du campement de feu scintille
J’entendis l’appel
du courlis annonçant la naissance
ou la mort de...

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Animals in top hats,
Ride bicycles en road,
Spoked wheels and pedaled spats,
Round about, in ornamental spode. 

Animals in monocles,
Spectate in obeisance,
Cuffed by inked chronicle:
Renascence-linked complacence.

Animals in Model Ts,
Toot along en route,
To queue below burlesque marquee,
Bloating bruit...

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Blank pages stare back at me 
waiting for my mind to pour 
its' heart out. 

I grab my pen, throw on my 
headphones wait, wait for my 
mind to give my heart words 
that need...

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New Year


Will there be a new solution
Or old problems’ dissolution
With New Year’s resolution
When to all that we loath
Including hearken to the froth
Bow and take the rebut oath? 	

Have we learned to jump
Where our toe hit...

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I am archaic and forgotten these are my  dusty tomes
The perennial deipnosophist verbally alone

With flowing ink my guide, the page my diligent doxy
I capriciously choose my  diction and propose my proxy

A peccant periapt...

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I sit on a chair
The chair is by the table
The table is against the wall
On the wall is a clock
The clock goes tic toc
As surely as time passes
I, do not move
The chair does not move
The...

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La guerre folingue a largué des bombes sur un cimetière
Les morts,trop absorbés à savonner leurs péchés d'hier,
Ont d'abord pris le bruit pour un tonitruant tonnerre
Nonchalants,ils ont campé dans leurs tanières

Ont eu une pensée pour ceux...

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