Long Drabs Poems

 Translation of Eric Mottram’s Poem 33 in Interrogation Rooms by T. Wignesan

33.  on a vu un homme courir/ de la scène de crime un homme est maintenant en train d’aider/ la police avec...

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In dribs and drabs, in fits and starts,
the elders slowly congregate;
in the common room of the seniors' home,
they patiently sit and wait.
Some are wheeled in, some simply shuffle
in orderly fashion, without kerfuffle.

They've all been told
there's...

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Ofttimes yours truly assiduously tries to adlib,
but blubbers like a landlubber
at sea treading water donned with bib
(that doubles as yellow
spongy bobbing life jacket)

furiously doing doggy paddle
riding the next tidal wave
hoop fully washing me ashore to...

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Stands a beautiful tree firmly with its gracious branches and boughs 
On a bank of a running or on an edge of round pond 
May be it is on the skirt of triangular lake 
Natural...

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Small rolling hills, valley plots,
nothing regimented,
graves not scattered, but placed
among natural features.
It’s beautiful here
especially in the Fall.
The Maples are tall and burning bright.

There are new graves among the old.
I thank all of them
for being here...

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Rushing through each day, as if I had not a care,
head long toward the sun screaming, "catch me if you dare."
Dripping drabs of liquid sunshine burn my deft eye.

While seeking answers to the question, why,...

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Born To Bleed Onto Eager Page, What Fate Has This Life Decreed


Born bloodied poet, writing of Life, Love, Truth and Hurting
pain, when words come by bits and drabs, instead of by spurting
Nights of heaven watching,...

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QUANDARY 

They said the deserts empty. 
They said that space is too. 
They said you’d go for many miles 
and find there’s nothing new.

We said there’s life on moons.
We said there’s life on mars!
Yet nothing...

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I slip into a circle 
Or a circle becomes my surrounding 
With certainty i can’t tell you 
Now I feel the avoidance 
The criminal negligence 
And the cruel apathy 
From the vibrant neighbours 
Eating, sleeping...

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Aerial dribs and drabs, a sidewalk canvas
As a toddler chases bubbles her mother blows
       from confectionary soap,
Fluttering fluidity in spring air

Child's laugh, a mosaic of innocence, discovery and glee
Her...

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Sobriety 
       to reclaim momentum like a thrown fast ball
       to get beyond the confinement of a booze-haze
     ...

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“TIME”
Time is life and necessary
It inhales in dribs and drabs
It exhales colossally-
It is gradual and progressive
It is time, he hiccups and talks
He sucks and chews
She crawls and walks
It is time she learns and drives
Time is...

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The concept of emptiness 
The vanity of vanity 
What is enjoyment in you 
The opaque that walks in the night 
Like a strange soul upon the stygian bank 
Wallowing in the pool of abomination 
Dribs...

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I’m not on social media
And yet I have a group
Of buddies I have never met;
I know them from the Soup.

We comment on each other’s poems
And through each varied post,
We learn, in dribs and drabs, about
What...

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I flipped through the pages of my brain
Hoping the words would spill out from the notes.
Although I didn’t know the letters to play
But once it pops up, I would surely know.

Ideas started dropping in dribs...

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Icicles arrested in time freeze over tears cried and abandoned
               they shear and fear in torn abandon when solutions have dried...

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This you see is a draft
Minds little notes of lines and verse
In dribs and drabs
In prose, I stab and stab

Repeating oft said words
Expressions rehashed to be reheard
Yearning only for that one to see
This my attempt...

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