Long Echelons Poems

I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times. 
I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul and in that profoundly disturbing darkness, I went searching to...

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Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot)
by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS
(For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and disarming airs has been...

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A situation or state of confused movement or violent turmoil. (dictionary definition #2 of Maelstrom)

Today’s opinions are so contrasting and divisive that nobody seems to know up from down!
I believe fairly strongly in what I...

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https://youtu.be/c1gNm21YzfI


When last I visited India almost a decade ago
I recall riding on my brother's scooter 
as he drove me around town,
And I saw fully veiled Muslim women
half their faces veiled, masked in Niqab 
driving scooters,...

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Translation of Kendji Girac and Claudio Capeo's Que Dieu me pardonne by T Wignesan 

Lyrics by Kendji Girac and Renaud REBILLAUD https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xP2jp31jFMc

(The two young French songsters' duet, now, yo-yo-ing in the upper echelons of c-Star...

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From the ashes of the never before, 
Lacking symbol, nor take to guide,
A Phoenix rises from storied lore,
In a portent of thrashing hide. 

Trumpets are a pathetic symbol,
For the lack of mind within the echelons,
Who...

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Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again!

Glad for birth write to express views
aware cunning linguists 
will apply figurative screws  
in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse
exercised courtesy mail in ballots, 
or...

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LETTER to RON" Diary Notes : Lament at Dawn - A Year Ago Yet Now No Change "
Reviewed by Ronald Hull
8/19/2018

"Quite a lament! The state of Paris at dawn. Just the thought of sewage seeping...

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Gott Oh Mighty,Trump iz on the Warpath!

Das Don Auld (can hard tank
tucker son of Carl, and leave
landscape barren) calling out
rigged ken tuckered hoarfrost race,
viz demolition derby presaging

death to White Anglo Saxon
democracy DOMS (delayed
onset muscle soreness)
minions...

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It seemed like it was a comic book-thing,
when news of the guy appeared to the world,
a person with powers far beyond man,
who could pick up a bus, give it a hurl.

Who’s skin was so dense...

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Or are we included all along, just not privy to the. 
      visibilty path of our fog laden destinations, looking. 
      long.
   ...

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Sirens, alarm bells and unscheduled drills
Intended to teach us emergency skills
On land we might jump up and run for the trees
But where does one run in these vast frigid seas

It has to be said that...

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The era of catatonic self-destruction has risen yet again from boulder-blocked caves,
Whose cavernous stalactite incisors drip with the blood of thorny crowns,
Worn in punitive irony for the subversion of fertile inferiority,
Which, like rabbits, duplicates and...

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I have asked myself time and time again....

If I could write the most beautiful of words

Within the most alluring and colorful of ways

The pinnacles of splendid and eloquently written verse

Amid the highest echelons of majestical...

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any superstitious peasants 
out there tonight
TV junkies gossipy groupies
smooth talking saxophonists
am I talking too fast
for couple's therapy
uh oh here comes
another scar on my head
the optimist would say
the scar of opportunity
fortunately digression is an art
that never...

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“Death to Caesar!!!”

“What!!  What did you say???”

I said:  “Breath to Caesar!!”
“Long and healthy and contented breath.”

“So which of his Legions are you a part of?”

“OH!  God, if there is one, they call...

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Tongues loose, tongues in a hangman’s noose
Wag without care to declare nonsense
As wisdom salvaged from the sluice
Where nonsense whacked common sense 

Lost in a sea of error whose terror
Harmed victims concealed by protagonists who opted...

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spring melts into summer’s light
proving wrong that still despair,
chilled in winter’s heart,
has corroded to the marrow

for even poppies bloom
in broken fields and shell holes
bones blanketed in shrouds of moss
trill of larks cross no man’s land

as...

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They sit high – very high
in their echelons of such great importance,
where they can look down 
on us
(all the millions of us excluded
from their exclusive group) -
from the penniless and the ever-struggling souls
to the middle...

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How weird is the human nature,
How unscrupulous is he a creature.
He acts like a god when he is strong,
He becomes reluctant to admit that he can 
Ever be wrong,
He dreams of owning the whole planet,
He...

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I
Old blood…
Old money…
Old power...
Rule the city shadowed in pale mist
Of a winter storm.
I watch as the city emerges like 
a phantom from a white cloud.
I see the echelons of its empire...
I feel the rot at...

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Every time they incite me against you
they tell me you are my enemy
And every time they incite you against me
they tell you am your enemy
They themselves never have enemies
Not that they are at peace with...

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sheep sleep surreptitiously 

spiders spin shredded silken seances

song birds sulk soporifically 

rabid ravens rave rapturous rhapsodies


capriciously caught in clangour

I die dire deceptive dreams

tepid tears tear through torment

viscous vapours vacate venom

pus pelts my pitiful pillow

oozes omnipotent...

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A cold brittle Moon runs singularly in a shaded sky.
With ghostly cloud galleons a full sail 
In Deep Seas of ebony, indigo divinity.

All alone, full of frost…
The bitter chill of Rivers flow
crystal Moonbeams glow
rain into...

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A Skin Full of Dust

Smuts cover skins barely breathing scorched on hungry hope
                      ...

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