Long Manes Poems

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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I've always admired 
horses
and I guess I most surely 
always will
No legend without em' 
complete
The unsung heroes of 
any heroic battle

Pony, colt, filly or mare
ride it bareback if you 
dare

Ride them to a trot, ride...

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HALLS OF AMENTI :1

My Kingdom is clear of books
                          ...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
         – mock my lonely echoed steps...

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Soaring Hawk poised high
Back drop a deep sapphire sky 
Winds in attendance

Mighty wings unfold
Caressing the Wind Spirits
They lift and support

Circling Hawk perceives
Rainbow circle on a cloud
Framed is his shadow

On oceans of blue
Snow hills of clouds...

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Your hands n’ your caress traced intimately across a mortal’s flesh a thousand years ago, for 
she is a stranger in the dark of my distant karmic past,  though I know her serenading 
immortal...

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MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France
  
If you are Red   I am Brown
If you’re not 
Then as one concrete painter using phonemes 
...

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The sorrow I feel for the way things ended remains deep and real.
I would not have chosen the path we took or its final destination;
but, to know you for just a moment was worth the...

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A Hundred Equine

Hot salty drops trickled into my mouth.
The sun had changed my brown flesh to bright red.
Reflected brilliance passed through squinting eyes.
Faint, I rested in shade eating sweetbread.

I lay my head on a smooth...

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The Nap Master
HAIL the astral world of utterance,
     one befalls to eavesdrop whisperings of their sweet nothings, 
          breathlessly whisking up a...

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Written: March 28, 2024 For Constance La France Contest

Quote: (The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.) Marcel Proust
 
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Hooves of aquatic thunder these white steeds
Of wonder, slamming against the coral reef
As hail storms rage, set us free their voices
Softly speak through the seashells littering
The sandy beach.
Enchantments cursed beast of purity’s beauty
Trapped within the...

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Lisa was carefully pulling a strand of cotton candy off a paper-coned “barbe à papa” - winding it around her finger while absentmindedly gazing at a carousel. She seemed hypnotized by its white horses, trimmed...

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" The Horse and The Lion ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)


The Horse and The Lion
Both Have Beautiful Manes

The Horse and The Lion
Both...

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Whether or not the story is true                            ...

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An institution for the average man and also for the Toff
The gun blasts, the gates fly open. They’re off. 
Eight magnificent Steeds already to win the race.
Trampling all before them, galloping at full pace. 

Jeremiah...

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I am from the synthetic turf,
Of which I never wish to touch myself.
I’m from beyond the mint juleps and fancy hats,
Where there isn’t such thing as wealth.

I’m from the steeplechase barns,
With the sharp hooves,
And soft...

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Running With the Wild
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

It was back in the year 1963,
Among horses wild and free; --
Many manes and tails untamed by the breeze
Were seen dashing past dunes without trees.
And...

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Time travel has always fascinated man
Could UFOs be steered by human hands
Consider this premise before you say no
So called “grays” resemble human embryos

Evolution proceeds, gene pool depleted
Mind power expanded but bodies weakened
Future man looks back...

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now close your eyes and see afar
the leveled horizon of the raconteur
who wields a power to conjure up
past daily drudge and interrupt

the mind to spark synapse connection
and fill it full of extrospection
tales of manes of...

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Nap Time

In the astral world of utterance, one overhears the whispering of sweet nothings, breathlessly whisking up a spell of portioned scents that nay, nearly spilt the teacups swirled cremes delights and demitasse gooey treats,...

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Butter was most gorgeous color of yellow the unicorns had ever seen.
Many suggested she might grow to be Mayflower’s Unicorn Queen.
Giddy mother told too many people who were jealous of her babe.
Father told mother to...

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Written: April, 29, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori

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Soulful manes croon gently in silence
The optimism has hidden purposes,  
A single tear fell...

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—the journey of a herd of mustangs in a picture on the wall—

The story begins with two stallions at the water’s edge, facing each other.  When one of the stallions irritated, impatiently hits the...

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How I miss the sound of the lonely train chucketty chucking along
snaking rails
the eerie hooting of its horn cutting a path through unyielding darkness
that carries one's mind on a mysterious journey to places unknown.
The lonesome...

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