Long Glace Poems

Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private 7 with excerpts from “Notes on Poetics” by T. Wignesan

(Note: With this post, I bring to a close EM’s pamphlet collection: Faithful Private, GENERA editions by Colin Simms,...

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This is the final CANTO of Hell. I am going to publish the full translation as epub on AMAZON. It was a very hard work to find rhymes in english.

“Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni now
Toward us;...

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Patrick, Pearl and Phillip were fond siblings, in halcyon days of fairy tales;
Long beloved of Mother and Father, like beloved ballads of all nightingales.

Father was a successful tailor, creating finest clothes for women and men;
And...

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You’ll never be an Olympic champion, Cecile,
After your accident on the ice,
Just walk, only,
There are so many beautiful things to do,
While walking, only, doubly,
Walking makes happy, calms the heart,
Walking inspires the brain, frees it,
You’ll never...

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Dark days bright nights,approached by glamourous smiles with deep motives and dull 
intentions. wonderful noise smothering particulaur senses. Infactuation with the ingredients 
of a peculiar taste,brown water,liquid lightening, and a taseful 1738 blend. An atmosphere...

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no Artist, no Poet
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

I am not an artist
So, I doodle
Play with shapes, colors
Juxtapose
Yet, I am no artist

Inscriptive, descriptive visual symbols come about
Recognizable shapes, not what it seems
Misunderstood at first glace
Driven by a...

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I heard the voice of the well,
I approached the curb,
There was black sooty,
It was probably your call.

As a low message
From the depths,
The narrow circle of the shipwreck,
From your former splendor ...

I bent, but not for...

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I searched a thousand dreams 
living inside each and every thought 
you linking my arm love, 
walking along the five fingers golden strand 
in my living memory none can compare 
free and alive our memories...

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While walking I saw 
something move in the corner of my eye.
When I gazed straight at it,
it was gone.
But, on second glance, askance,
there it was, again.
To and fro, direct and peripheral,
it appeared and disappeared on...

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O the taste of the first strawberry,
Wake up Marie Gaëlle, smile at me,
Your eye shines like a shooting star,
Pick the strawberry, crunch the strawberry,
Your tongue melts like ice,
Your tongue, suddenly is in love,
O Wake up,...

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The shadow of a tree 
has fallen on the morning garden.

It moves with slow steps
and leaves its trail of frost,
as if it were telling the time
as the day progresses.

The grasses, freed from its embrace
sing a...

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Across the room, you sat as the teacher came to class
Your bright eyes met mine in a longing gaze,
Brown pools of dust lit up by the suns heat were what I dreamed 
When I look...

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His eyes so deep and blue hold a truth within them.
As I gaze into their depth, I get lost like a child,
eager to explore and unaware that I have strayed.
I long to seek out sensations...

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En suivant le fil allongé de l'attirance pour elle,
Je me mis à une randonnée cherchante en dépit du ciel bas.
Tout à coup, il faisait de l'orage. La pluie torrentielle
Et le courant d'air houleux comme de...

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Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries,
nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind.
Trembling hands and gritted teeth disguise my disorderly brain, 
feeling lost in the mist,...

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I can't desire the ones I love and love ones I desire,
our calluses too young, too old, to long withstand the fire
that draws us all like moths to flames that sparkle in scant dew
of each...

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As I rush past the dastardly faces of those in pain,
I begin to ponder if it were possible to die here,
Surrounded by disease and loneliness the decrepit weep under those in control,
There daily dose of...

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On the bay the wind is scurrying
along its flock of waves,
with white crests honey combed, 
to flip over their edges,
on blue foreheads.

The bow of the yacht slices 
through the waves driven by the wind
in the...

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Here poem I wrote about Easter.


Charlotte Anne Brackenbury Easter Song/Poem
                              
One Easter Morning I saw Easter Bunny,                                         
He looked liked it been crying and not all bubbly,
                                                              
I went up it asked 'what the matter...

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Siberia, Scandinavia, Canada and Taiwan have winter carnivals. 
None top Quebec City’s Winter Carnival in icy marvelous Canada.
Family friendly, there is an ice hotel – Hotel de Glace.
You can make your own maple syrup popsicle,...

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It’s quiet here-the birds are sleeping
I’m standing between two roads
And I’m thinking.
I look back now-to a mist covered road
A road worn and steep there-
But I wasn’t all alone
You were with me
I sit down-looking between the...

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cloud was acting weird all noon
like he wanna rain down 
wanna make earth wet 
but can’t  cause  earth denied 

don’t know what happen between them

maybe the earth was angry
for not being their 
when...

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Let’s not make this so little mistake,
We don’t have to agree with Marie or Catherine,
To love a girl, she has other assets,
Her tantalizing lipstick, I think so much of her,

We don’t have to agree with...

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Will i ever trust or rely on God
will I ever understand him or most importantly will he love and understand me
will he help me become sober, will he help me trust, stop falling for lust
should...

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I woke up early one cold winter's morn;   *
A ray of light had roused me from my sleep,
And gazing at the rose-pink blush of dawn
My eyes excitedly began to sweep
Across the frosted landscape...

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