Long Parti Poems

The ship came like a flying horse, at an inexact time
Our brother-sailor, from the Pantheon of Poets, was on board
Jean Pierre Basilic Dantor Frankétienne D’argent
Who wrote, in haste, the last act
Happened to be miraculously on...

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I was forever losing things, and my laughing friends called me a klutz,
Like darker skies misplace buttery sun, when a severe storm develops.

I had once lost the keys to my house, and waited locked out...

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I, A. Robbie - Ham guilty for gobbledygook...
and ruffling turkey feathers!

An innocent A1 miss steak kin kith
once, a former main lion resident 
living social where Tigress and Euphrates 
converge and pool into Lake Wobegone ...

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Beatin' this path 'til my heart stop
cause any moment my heart. could. stop.
Swear any day my chest might pop
So sit tight, bout to open up shop
Call this the English chop shop, loppin' slop
'til I'm atop...

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Où allons nous? Translation of Oodgeroo  Noonuccal’s “Where are we going” by T. Wignesan

Ils sont venus dans une petite ville
Une bande à moitié nue soumise silencieuse
Tout ce qui restait de leur tribu.
Ils sont venus...

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it all started on a nothing day
one where the sun shines just so
not too hot, not too cold, like the tea
that stirred easy in the mug staring up at her &
the fact that they had...

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The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
 Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine...

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I ham quill tee for gobbledygook...
and ruffling tail feathers!

An innocent miss steak kin...
once former main lion den cha hoard servant,
resident iz cow herd vegetarian boar
hoof faux whatever reason iz explore

ring bing foo fighting beastie boy,...

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I ham guilty for  gobbledygook...
and ruffling turkey feathers!

An innocent miss steak kin...
once former main lion,
resident iz cow herd vegetarian boar

ring beastie boy, who doth
newt practice, what he preaches your
truly battens down chicken
coop hatches so......

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Winter is gone
It's already midnight
Spring is here
With her flowers and presents
We have a new season
Everyone knows the reason
Since the girls are pretty
And the women wear their best, that's right.

Winter is gone
We are sad, it's madness
The...

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If we are a breed of beings,

Species of like doings-

In the Milky Way

Why not be that today?

 

Have I turn a bat

Lost my light of the frat

Or a Braconid

To my kind?

 

Why the abrupt repellency

To...

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La Tombe d’arbre – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « Tree Grave » by T. Wignesan

Quand-t-il s’était parti, notre défunt,
Au-delà pour le Monde des Ombres,
Pendant que nous poussions des gémissements,
Nous lui avons enrobé dans d’écorce d’arbres,
Et...

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PART I   The Experiment 
A person who makes bad decisions
Is it a secret motivation 
True naive flexing a muscle only known as misery
I can't find an approach
I can't see the thoughts like doctor...

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translation below

Vive le CANADA Libre
 
 
Toujours merveilleux
Toujours grand
Toujours libre
Terre de libertés
 
PKP, PKP, jamais ne volé mon pays
PKP, PKP, jamais ne volé mon pays

 
 
plus d'informations

PKP est le surnom d'un fameux séparatiste qui...

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Blink



When you blink,
do you think,
that you might be,
altering the very face of your mind?

Look at this, 
Parti pris;
the world has gone and
tipped the scale on bliss and misaligned.

Hear me stutter,
the answers to these questions lie...

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my muse is
beautiful in
my eyes but
not perhaps
for everybody

but every body
has its own
appeal so
as i need
not peel

my fruit to taste
and take lingu
istic pleasure
i cunningly
among us

listen to her 
dangling
parti
ciples
and

wait for it
to come
to its
own
fru

ition but've often
wondered why
when women
write...

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Each time you call my name I seek
the feeling of your gentle kiss,
I hear your voice, it makes me weak.

In love's embrace yet still I miss
the caress from an angel's lips,
my mind needs more than...

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