Long Clear eyed Poems

Translation of Eric Mottram's The Nerves of Proust and Sitting Bull by T. Wignesan

Excerpts from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s poetry” by Clive Bush,...

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The American Presidential Election on 8th November 2016
Will determine the nation’s future policies and government
Its candidates will qualify by caucuses and primaries successes
And all most definitely with seriousness will give addresses

Hillary Clinton is a democrat...

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the heavens had fallen 
woe coiled about the earth
excuse my very own tangent world of merriment
you never know what you're going to dream about
one foot in the past the other on the gas
while his muse...

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Why does the heart get all the credit for love?
By so-called affairs of the heart, 
that most storied of organs is not unduly inconvenienced. 
It beats, 
now faster, now slower,
that is all, its task ever...

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Serendipity

God’s hand, like a muse of the serendipity,
Makes His presence self-evident
In marvels colliding
When happy chances of happenstance
Tango with moments of pure whimsy –
Living epiphanies’ lifeblood 
In generosity flowing, spilling over, 
With revelation’s laughter of surprise
To...

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An early breath of air fresh by the cusp of a rising sun
up in the sky a gold coin shines bright, tinged in ruby red    
All of life is good when it...

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There's a certain wistful aspect to her gentle grace
A dark haired lovely with elegance embedded in her face
Clear eyed and full lipped with cheekbones well defined
And just to top that outer view is the beauty...

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Jaundiced Eyes

Jaundiced eyes covet past tense masquerades
In crypts where yellowed brittleness recall bitterness
Where glassy-eyed failures suck truth dry - 
Vampires with addictions
Distorting graveyards at the altar
Of introspection
Like green-eyed monsters
Grasping
At monetary dust of renunciation -
As thirty...

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Wall in the Woods

A solitary pensive woodland canticle
Wanders through summer’s souvenirs,
A gypsy quilt of green transformed to crimson flame,
And prophesies of empty paeans swiftly riding
Through a meandering row of barren arms
Keeping silent watch at last...

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Darkness falls into endless sleep
Ego spawns, grows to overleap
This dark enemy gloats with glee
A silent death I shall be free

Demons expose the tools of use
With great happiness, self abuse
As if to be an open quay
A...

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As the time of spring beckons 
                        

We all have this moment...

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words,
like wind,
sweep away thoughts,
of dark cyclones twisting,
truth, friction, half-lies and neither,
informing or deceit, inane and blowing,
mouths moving on removable friends,
smiles on plastic faces,
syrup or pap,
save us!
no,
not now,
maybe not ever,
this bed we made,
then wish not to...

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When I was with my love
I did not fear the blows of fate,
nor the poison in time's chalices,
nor the heatwave,
nor the snowstorm,
neither the news of war's snake that bites,
when I was with my love.
I could...

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The restricted heart 
                    shrinks bitter and remote, 
punishes the spinal watchtower 
with ghosts of tunnel...

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Take to the birth canal to climb out
Don't hurt mother or her humble womb
Leave the cervix intact, alone
Climb into the light through tears
See it for what it is and move on
Grow from a child into...

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They Would Be Young and Fair
For The Fallen: 2.14.18
    Parkland, Florida

they would be young
clear-eyed and fair
radiant and aglow
sun streaming through their hair

they would gambol and
frolic without a care
live as if time had...

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LION

She was upset, beleaguered and beautiful
(in a wholesome feline kind of way)
He saw her problems as recurrent and swift, 
maneuverable, agile, hostile, a little bit mean
Her call for assistance was not a helpless
appeal for a...

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Ethereal concentration of pure light
Guardian angels start out spherical                          ...

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Pebbly scree slides and crabwalks
inside a dim dunk of fog.

The cragsman should not have climbed,
should have waited for the sky to clear its eyes
but anxious to reach a height that day
he took the Arimathea way.

Beat...

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Men in the rough—on the trails all new-broken obsession
     Those are the friends we remember with tears;
Few are the words that such comrades have spoken
     Deeds are...

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He worked alone in cold, intensely black
peat water.  Had to feel his way.  Laid down
one hundred thousand concrete blocks, around
a million bricks, and carried on his back

uncounted thousands of the concrete bags
which shored...

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Pebbly scree slides and crabwalks me
inside a dim dunk of fog.
I should not have climbed,
should have waited for the sky to clear its eyes
but I was anxious to reach a height that day.
I took the...

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Nowhere to nest
he said it out loud
'Birds have nests, foxes have dens'
but we who scatter the earth
into places for the soul to shelter within
can find no home here.

What is that strange knocking
upon your heart,
who shatters...

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For all I can say, The Worst Disease
Is the one we cannot fetch its ease,
Clear-eyed would trifle with its treatment,
While hospitals have its liniment:
The Danger asking for a Bank Loan
And one sure of priest’s prayer...

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a common denominator
eager, calm, procrastinator
all those hoping to be greater
take on the ego deflater

self aware, in tune and clear-eyed
the completely bonafide
abruptly lost, quiet,tongue tied
embarrassed, trying hard to hide

silent, conflicted, filled with doubt
almost escaped but can’t...

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