Long Cru Poems

Translation of the Elegy: On Marceline Desbordes-Valmore - À L'amour - Poem by Marcel Moreau Translated by T. Wignesan

Reprends de ce bouquet les trompeuses couleurs,      (Take back the dubious colours...

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SHE IS A SINGER
THAT YOU LACK
 THE INTELLGENCE OF KNOWING!
WHO IS THIS, HE SAID: SPEAKING
 OF THE PERSON
WHO HAS BEEN CALLING
 EACH DAY. tHAN THE VOICE SAID
"I WILL TELL YOU WHAT
 YOU NEED TO KNOW",...

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(sing it to the tune of "Cruella DeVil" from Disney's 101 Dalmatians)

There was a Govenor named 
Kristi Noem De-Vil Oh
Kristi Noem De-Vil
Her own dog she’ll harm
there's nothing more cru-el
Kristi Noem De-Vil
Kristi Noem DeVil
She hated her...

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Dear inconnu

                  If I must be enthralled by something 
        ...

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The mighty wind buffets
And the trees cry bitter tears
I try to hang on to my limb
         "Don't let go!"
shutting my eyes to the debris 
  ...

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Rich, vibrant mixtures off the changing colors of
        October.
Golden yellow's that represent the ray's of the
        sun.
Soft brown's, like dry dirt...

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For years, not a few, and long overdue
I came to this realisation
how little I knew, in fact not a clue
of Classical Civilisation.
So out there I flew, on holiday too,
to garner familiarisation,
to study anew, a modest...

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Into those vast spaces, where my mind does roam,
I gaze and find dark   e m p t i n e s s   all around, 
Lin ger ing, looking for someone to...

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Christmas Day
By Robert (Bob) Moore-(to the tune of Good King Wenceslas)

Just last night when I looked out
Christmas lights were glowing
soon it will be Christmas Day
but will not be snowing

We live in the land of Oz...

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The people who only eat lettuce
and nibble some nuts from a bowl,
are totally, utterly tiresome;
this ‘smugger-than-thou’ rigmarole.

But me? I am rather old fashioned
and faddy foods don’t pass my lips.
I’ll tell you one thing that I...

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War roars above
		~ a hemisphere
		gone coal  black, 
		blasted with skin
		~ned  ash,  soot 
		~scores the  sky 
and   rubble roils; blood  can not travel on the
wind.  Lines cross, ...

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épouvantail

s'il y avait eu
suffisante épouvantail
à effrayer
tous ceux qui essaient de
croa croa croa
au cours de la s'ensuit
cours des événements,
puis, éventuellement, il
aurait pu être un
raison de penser que
il y avait quelque chose,
quelqu'un, quelque part,
qui pourrait venir &
shoooooooooo
tout...

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Riding the rhythms of rolling wheels
Driving rusty rock desert miles
Purring pistons pumping power
To my mottled muddy jade jeep

A symphony sprung in my head
Dawning with dainty din of drums
Paving a path for piccolos
And rich rumblings of...

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peu à peu comme une rose 
quand vient l’automne
je t’ai vu faner
devant moi tout lentement

je n’aurais pas cru
voir éclore entre nous un amour si serein
garni d’un parfum plus divin

tu m’as offert l’intimité comme un trésor
que...

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