Long Jour Poems

Psychologically still thirteen 

Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days
familiarization with me would entail
bringing the avid listener 
into my private mancave hideaways
less a physical place than a juncture in relationship, 
(whereby one or the other of us)...

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(Musings of a poet with huge doubts and a fragile faith)

Introduction: Is God A Joke Or Human Vanity?

When close friends die and other’s thoughts are suicidal,
When mankind’s soup du jour is loneliness with anguish	
When mental...

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Translation of Les Moulins de mon Cœur-THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND by T. Wignesan

(For the orignal text in French by Eddy MARNAY : see here below. The English version by Marilyn and Alan BERGMAN differs...

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You’ll be a man tomorrow, child, yes,
If you respect animals and pristine nature,
If you don’t kill elephants for ivory,
If you don’t kill the whales for soap,

You’ll be a man if you can stop time
If you...

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For the Valentine’s season
Send forth a tastefully written card
To any wonderfully wise person
Is a good endeavor. That’s not bad.

However, sending exquisite flowers
Is the best, sweetest archetypal way
To say, I love you many times over
Over, and...

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Translation of YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS YOUNG
By T. Wignesan
(Written by : Herbert Kretzmer)

(Variously sung in a host of styles, moods and orchestration by
exquisite soul-movers like Roberta Flack, Shirley Bassey, Charles Aznavour, Glen Campbell, Andy Williams,...

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(continued from, "An Epistle Warning against Melancholia: an Allegory--Part I," where somewhere in late 18th-century Europe a friend, Laetitia, by way of a letter warns her beloved girlfriend, Euphoria--a young, gay and unsuspecting mistress--against the...

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"Their World"

Of course, there was no re-assurance from them that they would respond to the message I had sent. Morning had arrived. 

The day had commenced as any other, unravelling out of bed, in itself...

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Non labor (relations) day September 1st, 2023 poem

Aye dream of Genie (as a lad din)
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania -
keystone state abbreviated as Pea Yay,
this stupid non huge poem
deployed courtesy scholar
really...a boot nuttin
butta an overrated allay
zee good for...

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y am.i. On this site???

to bask
in offline and/or 
     online friendship 
like quaffing from flask
with no deliberate intent 
     to antagonize nor mask
any hidden agenda - 
...

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Translation of " Those were the Days, My Friend " by T. Wignesan

Ces jours éloignés que nous avions partagés, Mon Ami

(A re-make of an earlier Russian song, produced by Paul McCartenay and sung by
 Mary...

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My Arkea Ultime Challenge race,
Solo race around the world,
It is the poetry that I trace day by day,
My trimaran is happiness and its sails,
I can go around the world, with,
From my home port, Brest,
Crossing Cape...

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Ne soyons pas rancunier – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “Let us not be bitter” by T. Wignesan

(Note : The fiery fearless rebel of Where we going (1964) and The Dawn is at Hand (1966) –...

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I'm barely crawling toward my grave
And lucky to have come this far! 
A life lived mostly not a knave, 
Or specimen in someone's jar.

It's not so easy to stay clear
Of folks who'd label us at...

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There are things, Gaëlle, that are pretty good
Say hello to her mom every day,
Say hello to the nice weather vane,
Listen to the trains in the countryside,

There are things Gaëlle, that are so nice
Photograph the Statue...

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ABOUT THE CHILDREN FOR THE CHILDREN


From Inspired words from and Dedicated to Educator & Poetess  EVE ROPER

This is about the children
This is for all the children
What ever happen to those happy kids?
Who were raised...

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GOOD TIME ( translated in  two other languages)
Good time lies in onerous tracts
Where the minds reject
It shelters in a solitary world
Fidgets like a hovering danger
Reluctance, the only neighbouring sister
Dominates the city


Good time lies in...

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Eroticism -
             a supple spine in a wanting curve
       and a foolish fever simmers a scarlet heartbeat...

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C'est bientôt l’aube – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “The Dawn is at Hand” by T. Wignesan

(Note : In this poem - the title poem of her second collection - Oodgeroo has come full circle, la...

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Under the depths below the deep 
     of this Atlantic Ocean,
live the lobsters that crawl and creep
     with an articulated motion.

They thrive on the ocean’s sea floor,
...

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Preface:
Aye do attest
that poetry may not be best
to express whoosh to chest

git a lee till bitta chump change
boot an overpowering literary force
   to pocket earning for a grange
(hmm...who knows maybe 

  ...

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French Version -

Demain, dès l'aube by Victor Hugo

Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de...

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The Inflated Nation!

Americans growing wider by the minute!
Is there  a Russian collusion behind this illusion?
(Now, there's a breaking news headline
with real meat in it)

(Mashed potatoes, ah,don't forget, 
drowning in a greasy, gravy pit?)
Served at your table,...

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what do you need to be told
to make you capable of pragmatic liberation
which could be the foundation to a new
assessment of the inevitable
darkness is our measure but never our limit
its manic prism reflects everything all...

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noah wide dee ya when,
where, why or how then
thine ark of in sight fullness, pen
(viz uber taurus), men
sans quirky physiological ken
focus a ford did afore hen
chosen poetic themed word den.

this tire less un escort head
eureka...

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