Long Flanks Poems

- 2016 -

- JANUARY -

A freezing cold evening

Where the stars shining bright

With frost blade flanks

From mouth and nose steam

In the clear silence

White untrodden snows

Nature's frozen pulse

Sleep like a little baby

One gracious moon

After the night the...

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 TUAN TATA : Song of Uda - I
by T. Wignesan

(Patrick Noone, a British anthropologist, discovered the Ple-Temiar tribe living isolated in the jungle highlands in the State of Perak on the west coast of...

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Of new pains new verses must be composed 
To give matter for the canto twenty
Of the canticle first, treating sunk posed.

I just was inclined with desires many
To thoroughly look at the open deep,
Which was moisten...

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The Wedding Ceremony of the Dead, Part One, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Les Noces de la Mort by T. Wignesan

Orgy of stone !
I drank hate in your inferior parts
And bathed during a wild summer our...

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The Deception of Free Verse: Dreams I, Translation of Etiemble’s L’imposture du vers libre by T. Wignesan 

(From René Etiemble’s only poetry collection: le Coeur et la cendre: soixante ans de poésie (the heart and...

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Uplifted his mouth from wild and fierce meal
That sinner, it furbishing at the hair
Of head on back of which he had to steal.

Then started: “You want I renew and share
Desperate pain which is pressing my...

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Ballaraat’s known for its bounty of gold,
and the days of Eureka Stockade,
plus winning horses, on racing courses,
where flanks of the horses are flayed.

And the offer of prize is a bountiful one,
for a winner that’s greeting...

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The Parrot and the Woodpecker may turn...
    [Sung by TEnicayccal Cellappa]        Translated by T.Wignesan
 
mAnkiliyum marankottiyum         ...

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Placed Second in :
Confidence, Clean Air, Clash of Civilisations Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet

“Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses.” Confucius

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Placed 9th in :
No. 1238 New Poems Only
Sponsored by Brian Strand   

 Since her birth on the mount               ...

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In June of seventeen seventy-eight
General Clinton led British troops north,
forced to abandon Philadelphia,
he now marched leisurely for New York.

He knew American troops shadowed him,
and he realized that he had a good chance
to draw Washington out...

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Decided...
 
Scene 1 (years earlier)

Years of indecision 
Ended in an instant 
My life in third revision 
Starting in the present 

Touching everything I've owned 
Importing their very essence 
Of each and every feeling they borne...

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IV.
When Reth walked back down to his battered friends,
he said,”I knew not that he was such a fool.
If I’d had known, I’d have led you myself,
but there is still time, and much we can do.

“Every...

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14: If the soul meets death when Sattva prevails, then it goes to the pure regions of those who are seeking truth.
15: If a man meets death in a state of Rajas, he is reborn...

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As they reach the golden gates,
turning, they do face the foe,
the Arlaghs,
they would come with power and might,
too kill,
the ground will shake when they charge,
they shall run hard for their meal,
always hungry is the Arlagh.
Come...

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...The wee ones simply want to be loved. 
Or at least get a glimpse from 
a {smart}phoned adult.
They wish for a sandbox with a playmate or two.
A warm peaceful bath
every bubble filled with 
a fairy...

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the footing on the flanks of the Hill of Beans
was worse than he had sussed
that drizzling pale morning
when the Sun was lowest
but beans be damned
and their counters with them
yes I know
a smoky mess
like most of...

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An old Point Man phoned, “Do ya think you can do it?.  
Driving doggies and cows from the flanks of Mt. Stewart?"
Fattened on grass for a year they had stayed. 
“Move a river of...

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Arlaghs, over the emerald green sea, 
they were advancing quickly,
the earth seemed to shake,
their run was relentless,
they were indeed fleet of foot,
already they had tasted of horse and man,
forward came these hordes of night,
across the...

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Now, let us watch as they proceed,
along the line of the river they go,
Cavalry, they are now riding,
to the front, the read and both flanks of the arachnids,
Slowly they move along, 
between the hillside and...

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5.

Utamol takes his bloody fill,
tasting life's wine, never still,
Dark Man in majestic motion,
hate-filled passion, his chief emotion.
War played in an ancient way,
a horror too all, who fight this day,
yet all who escape this misery,
shall ever...

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War Horse by Steven Cooke

Taken from Cloven fields, 
Where skylark and Grouse Linger.
Into the bowels of a troopship,
No scent of Morning Dew, No Bird song
Only sweat and urine,
And the distant sounds of war. 
No light,...

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T'was the week before Christmas, as I watched the live stream
I could hardly believe what I could see on my screen.
With Manchester losing to Norwich two one,
We could keep our top spot if we held...

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Before the great golden gates,
in the long ago,
battle was to be waged on Badicha plain,
Soldiers of the Dark Ones come,
to destroy the lands of light,
upon the mighty silver parapet, 
many stood and watched,
an angel stood,
sweet...

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III

What shame if might measures not with muscle?
  What disgrace awaits those who fail?
Should wanting life be held lèse-majesté to a tussle?
  Should a nation thrive as in a sundered jail?

To the high...

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