Long Lawson Poems

Translation of Eric Mottram’s Twentythird Legal by T. Wignesan

Le vingt-troisième légal

pendant la guerre le peuple devient obéissent de nouveau
plein du respect (et) de la confiance les enfants naïfs dans la foi
la gouvernance nécessaire  ...

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Ghost Of Tsali Comes

Lost in mist and maze
Ghost of Tsali in the corn
River water runs

Colors of fall alive
“Til moon replaces sun
That’s when Tsali comes 

Corn roots cling to bone
As he tends the empty weirs
This spot...

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Inextricably rooted with hair fixation

As a lad in grade school,
yours truly, (a diminutive, intuitive,
oversensitive, and vegetative potato head kid,
whose voice exhibited
a severe nasal twang)
felt envious at other boys,
especially those young bucks
who sported budding antlers
plus thick...

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I’ve unfurled the Southern Cross tonight and put it
On the wall, and as I gazed the longest while.. I thought I heard the
dingo’s call?  It couldn’t be as all
Round me were the sounds of...

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(alternately titled no particular reason:
bring unto “fake” trumpeting Caesar
seven salad dressings from deep freezer
and lettuce deign at your plea azure.)

Graced with boyish good looks,
innocence and naiveté to boot,
an especial loathing toward me
chicken legs re: spindleshanks

(which...

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[ In the early 1890's, Henry Lawson tramped to Hungerford  which inspired him to 
write a short story on his reflections.  In the 1980's I was part of a team 
connecting Hungerford ...

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There's little left now, Lawson, mate, of your home by the hill, 
Except, a guarding sentinel, the chimney stands there still; 
To some it's just another site, for tourists passing through, 
Perhaps they've never read...

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PROGRESS: Living

Newspapers and Magazines are different from the past
With the pictures words and format rearranged.
The striving and the needs of the people seem to last, 
It is only sights and sounds that since have changed.
		
The...

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I panicked as you touched and I touched as you laid.
I knew no longer I would be afraid. 

Blushing and sweeping my feet wrapped with yours, hushing and weeping out 
of love, as we closed...

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I am the bushland dawning
in the stillness of the morning
I am the sunlit plains
and the mighty river's flow

I'm the drought and I'm the flood
I'm the earth and I'm the blood
I'm the breezes ever blowing
where the...

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Simon used to take part in motocross,
Before his bike stalled once mid-air,
When he was training on his farm land,
Which left him paralysed waist down.

He was born in 1982 on the 7th June,
And having fought back...

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PETER'S SON PETERSON                        

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The Tale of the Liverpool Blitz

Mill Road Hospital took a Direct Hit
On the Maternity Ward indiscriminately killing Pregnant Women and new-born children 

Reduced the City , Docks and Quarter's to smouldering ashes

Blew the Malachant into...

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