Long Passer Poems

Translation with commentary of an archetypal Wild West Classic : " Summer Wine "

(I'd wage my bottom diamond dime future generations will re-discover and treasure this true American classic like only a few others of...

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Mud and leather
dirt and nerve
bloodied laughter
collision to serve,
distance, drive and demolition
battle axe ambition in the wild air
muscle and mind joined in steeled instinct, 
a stitched pigskin ball, the grail of the Fall
to fumble it means...

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While flying through a cloudy sky, a blank and thoughtless glance
Exposed to me this big old house, so brief, and quite by chance.

I’d seen enough to know that it was large, and very grand,
A place...

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Pittsburgh, hammertown, Chuck Knoll and his boys
established the best Superbowl Era dynasty
with the "Steel Curtain" defense and the "Blonde Bomber" Bradshaw,
a defense disciplined on shrapnel and elite ego,
"Mean Joe Greene" and Jack Lambert, a compulsive...

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I am outside without me
I am…using my third eye and I smile, sugar-coating a truth with a plastic, messy lie
I don’t know the day you crashed, but you are going through so much in your...

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AKULA

Mark and I caught the last plane from Ft. Lauderdale to New Orleans to escape Hurricane Andrew, leaving Akula ,our boat, tied up at Rolly Shipyard to face the wrath alone. The next few hell...

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As scented air aroused my misty mind,
her shadow broke the early morning sun.
Aromas wafting from the morning grind
seduced a thought that she may be the one.
I sensed her very essence from afar,
unnerved, I sought the...

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this is more than a feeling;
Life's struggle like a fishing line;
I am a fish reality got me hook, line and sinker;
Reeling I struggle to hold on like a mountain climber;
These rocks got me, tripping me...

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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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Today my thoughts were feeling melancholic, 
my silence minutes later fought back 
to help me reach out to the moment 
of relief and not to relinquish myself. 

Today my thoughts were trying to sing,
 my...

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Transl. of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 2 with a Clive Bush comment on Mottram's poetry 

Excerpt from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s...

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There goes the man that the town calls EL TORO;
they call him THE BULL for he is six feet and five inches tall, 
three hundred and sixty nine pounds,
he did not have to fear any...

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NFL - National Football League

Football allows the world and fans to witness historical moments in time.
I am from New Orleans, home of the New Orleans Saints. Our historical moment in time came when we were...

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There are so many ways to say I Love You, however it seems more likely for 
people to say the hurtful words I Hate You. For so many things to be thankful, still there’s so...

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My S-a-l-e-w-a

Before you say “I do”
Think deeply before given your precious life
To that person you think you love….
Since marriage is not worth rushing in, for rushing out sake 
Since it is not lived in other...

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Clouds can be remarkably similar
to the friends lovers and passer-bys
that filter through our daily lives
like unexpected weekend guests
who arrive exactly as they planned
or close relatives who fail to appear
simply cancelling at the last minute
as if...

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A passer-by once told me that I’d “better heed and behold thee”
“For I transcend the spirits and I’ll show it all to you!”
When he said “Your spirits are gliding and they’re here be your guiding
Light,...

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Once upon a time, far upon a distant land,
Was a field so beautiful, it would take your breath away.
For, for acres and acres out tulips fanned.
A beautiful reflection of the sun's bright yellow.
 
But in...

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Ballad : Just another odd guy*

He was just another odd guy
   With a self-abnegating smile
He spun no known wilful ploy
   Enough – just look at him a while

Others came to camp...

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Hi, how are you, my name is blank to your sight just another passer-bye,
Nice to meet you, others of your gentle gender call me Mr. Blank,
Since to you all my name matters not nor the...

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An unfinished afternoon lies strewn across my desk
   Along with an uneaten breakfast neglected by my left
While I tap-tap-tap my fingers absent-mindedly on the table-top
   As I impatiently await for the...

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Ott's (lots) chrysanthemums in bloom

pitch perfect today
September 14th, 2022.

861 Gravel Pike, Schwenksville, 
Pennsylvania 19473
the ideal place
if/when ye dear reader 
experience maddening rage 
(against the machine) 
causing ordinarily calm demeanor 
to fuss and fume
perhaps as best...

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UNFINISHED

These streets mistreat
one hundred degrees in the heat
rode past said a prayer
lying on the pavement
was the new wretched
of the earth, so caste down
nothing left but death.

All them with nowhere to be.
Not allowed at bus-stops
or on...

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i dreamt
i moved into a apartment
with an old brick wall
and its decaying face
the old light hanging from a thread
swings on the open breeze
from the window
time seems to slow down to a crawl
so i can see...

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The Way barred, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Le sens clos by T. Wignesan

Every man has to confront his own night
If he wants to continue on his journey.
But Death takes it upon itself to meet him...

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