Long Buffeting Poems

Follow me, Translation of Piere Emmanuel’s Suis-moi by T. Wignesan

Everything begins on a morning like just another but 
        which becomes its own following day.
The next day of...

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The mirtangist may never willingly hear
may not want to hear
the multaiyam announcing his cue
nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right
to the change in the raga
the plucking of the yal strings
to the goatskin drummed bleats
and...

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when another (anointed as lady lucky) 
 resident renter bequeathed her bed  
prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse 
   slept on the floor like dogs dead
tired from another day...

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There's a time for loves to be won and lost… At least there was for us.
For 33 Chilean miners, lost below… life was simply stopped.
Alive and well, but buried deep…  2,200 feet below.
They had...

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Taking a long ink dip in a desert pond,
rejected drake words
ripple echoes in the wilderness: Tread with care!
Dreadnought thoughts silicate crystalized,
glass menagerie opens to a darkening sky
Wing-tipped metal muse raised to the foreboding air,
infusing liquid...

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Seated on black rocks – a mermaid, a siren,
waiting for my sailor prince to come.
Liquid aquamarine laps my ankles,
frothy champagne bubbles burst on toes.

This is my happy place!
I belong here with waves and sky and...

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For amid the calls, the paeans to bloody coup-de-tats and revolutions and the, 
Orders on the radio, is a broken static. It follows as three short cries, a pause,
Then three long wails, a pause, then...

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I am going to write whatever I want.

A way to express oneself,
dampened by the opinioned,
but still, they're right all the same,
The quality improves,
but the emotion...
As I move my pen,
I stop in motion,
No longer do I...

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It was a night so dark, so damp; the fog swirled thick about the lamp,
a night not fit for man or beast, a night on which tender hearts ceased
to care about mankind's suffering, so nasty...

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The tiny seed wasn’t certain it wanted to sprout
It had been through such trauma above the soil
winds buffeting it this way and that 
striking sign posts and trees 
bouncing off them before being whisked away
once...

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Britain sets sail to find a deal.
A lengthy voyage now starts.
The captain plots the way ahead
with complex EU charts
from the Maritime Directive
in all its ninety parts.

Oh what a frightful sea to sail
to reach the land...

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Early yesterday morn, 
Just before the coming, darkening storm,
While watching its preceding wind rustle the leaves,
I heard a constant whistling rendered through the eaves.

Whilst it’s piping breath filled my mind and ear,
Commingled with a whisper,
Seemingly...

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I have been here before, many times before.  I was here at Normandy, I was here at
Thermopolis, I was here at Gettysburg, and at custards last stand.  There are white
bleached skulls under foot,...

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CAUGHT IN A STORM

Two men went out in the middle of the storm, up to the moors, high up and exposed.
Rain beat down flattening the grass and making fast running streams flow down the steep...

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She smiled and squeezed his hand
As he looked into her eyes
Drawing her close to his side
Ignoring buffeting winds

The proud boat shuddered
But the young lovers hardly noticed
Dark clouds and lowering skies
Threatened their honeymoon

The captain got their...

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Listen to the air,
what cometh on the buffeting winds
of history
are angry birds of prey
With metallic wings that flap not,
they move with frightening speed
Raptor birds carrying atomic seeds in their beaks,
given to feed 
the radiation baby...

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Howling wind, calls out sad and longing, 
sighing solemnly through the trees.
Not threatening, but showing off its gusts, 
warning of gale building up, with storm looming.
The howling is sad and threatening, like a lone wolf...

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'The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul.’


I'm scrambling up the crumbling cliffs
the Pacific ocean is raging below
it's heaving about roaring and thumping
then sucking back with strong undertow

It crashes and spits onto the...

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The Still Innocent
Pockets an offered cent
The-Hundred-Times-Less-Than-A-Dollar
Only the crazy singly obliges a caller.

The Still Innocent
Always tightening fingers on a cent
Waits for The White Collar
For an honestly earned dollar
Or The Less Intellectual Blue
In many companies still true.

The...

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A storm is brewing inside and out.
Can you hear distant thunder roll?
It mimics the buffeting of his clout,
clouds match the darkness of his soul.

Lightening strikes with its cruel bolts
As quickly as his hand pummels me.
The...

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Old Roxie is dead. She's gone to her bed
Near the drop-off where leaves are decaying.

Yet she rises again from that terrible fen
In a manner grotesque and dismaying.

The grave that we dug, although tidy and snug,
Was...

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I will remain steadfast and strong
Whilst I’m pounded by the raging sea
Maintaining my watch all day and night
I take my duty incredibly seriously

My lamp shines out so brightly
Its protected by special storm panes
White foam is...

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VIKINGS

Erik  went east  to Yamal peninsula’s spring  
For Russian hides and terrifying antlers
From the world’s biggest  reindeer herd,
In April  crossing the thawing  Ob River, 
Safe from predators : ...

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Wind over my wings lifting my soul
Like huge ballasts of friendship
Buoying my wounded spirit keeps me
Afloat, through rough seas buffeting.
Faith tells me we shall soar above 
Like foamy surf crossing the breaker,
Washing upon distant shore...

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Amidst the roaring  waves I live and stand 
claws bared, waves rise and fall to tear me down;
lashing me with chilling force to disband,
their perpetual onslaught wants me drown.

Screaming tempestuous chill winds storm me
buffeting...

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