Long Manque Poems

Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot)
by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS
(For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and disarming airs has been...

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Adolescent infatuations...never consummated

Greetings reader from a cross between an aging seventy inch long (ringing ding dong) haired pencil necked geek and a Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe; meaning yours truly actually a virtually married Pennsylvania man,...

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No, my friend Paul, it’s not about saying everything,
And we do not lack time,
But the point is to say what you love, to love what you say,
Like a saxophone solo in a New York club,

To...

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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " Je t'écris " by T. Wignesan

I WRITE TO YOU

I choose green ink to write to you
For Love does not prescribe any one hue
In the hope you might take shape
When desire...

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Quand le jour se levera, la lumiere eclaira
la bonte divine nous reviendra et l'amour s'eclatera dans nous
voila les chemins menant de partout
les passagers et les amis de la mort sont la
les gardiens de la volonte...

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He searches in the shady sides,
traces of vanished light,
a drift of the felt,
all of nuances and transitions.

Perhaps is it too early;
cold dawn maintains suspended
the pulsation of the heart,
spreading the ashes,
incomprehension of lack,
in the slow progress...

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Cuz existence among Homo sapiens 
extremely intolerable prospect
particularly sharing planet 
with most violent species
courtesy hoodlums wielding
deadly firearms methodically gun down
men, women and children
ratcheting grim milestone
countless dead civilians linkedin 
with hazards of war zone. 

Upon surrendering...

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Upon surrendering this self
hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing,
I noticed nothing amiss
(which temporary state of transcendent bliss
twice daily meditation strives to attain),
ah...before you dismiss
a non "FAKE" claim lemme juiced

apprise ye with a very brief hiss
tour re:,...

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Le Vrai et Nouveau Hymne National – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « The New True Anthem » by T. Wignesan

En dépit de ce que Dorothea a dit
sur le sujet de la terre brûlée au soleil
vous...

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Au début de février, le changement saisonnier a peu avancé, 
Le chaud encore timide, le froid à peine enfui,
Un arbre se ressent du manque de fleur et de fruit
Il n'y a que des faibles feuilles...

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Adieu Ma Dear

Puisque tu es arrivée 
     trop tard dans cette vie
En trainant trop dans l’autre
			dans l’oubli

Arrivée seulement
	             ...

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AMETHYST
                          HEY MY AMETHYST,I'LL BE YOUR HERO.
   ...

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date: Feb 15, 2017

Always the same little hash joint. 
For lunch, the identical dish - 
in Kremzer's, on Mott and Delancey, 
potatoes and yiddisher fish. 

His real name was Julius Henry, 
but "Groucho" is how...

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Le soleil est notre ami
Car il nous donne de l’énergie
Laisse sa chaleur
Ouvrir ton cœur (x2)

I’m satisfied
When you smile
I’m happy
When you talk to me

Quand tu me regardes
On dirait que tu m’bombarde
Pleins de cœur rempli d’amour
Et c’est...

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Postmodernism’s the fashion ne’er manque.
We must study Foucault and his scribes.
Get reason trapped and do not court  delay.
You need to find your intellectual tribe.

Where is the goose which laid the golden egg..
Invented meta-talk and...

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La vie et la mort ont ete separes
Et ils ne pourront plus se cotoyer
ils crient de leur douleurs
sans pouvoir arreter leur pleurs

la vie lui envoie des ames qui quittent notre monde
pour lui montrer combien elle...

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Who the hell are you?
Mysterious stars,
Are you friends or enemies?
Do we know that?

Who are you?
You who shine
In the night 
Wherever you go?

Who are you? 
Mysterious stars,
The universe is a puzzle,
Where is still missing
A piece.




Qui êtes-vous...

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