Long Perdue 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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FICTIONAL BIO:

The missus asked me
(hitherto known as her bozo)
just mere moments ago
to craft humorous poem to glow
nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph
keeping syncopated metrical flow
thus methought to crow
about being equally as foolish
streaking naked outside...

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“Concrete Hearts, the Deep End Keys and the Miniaturist's Poetry of Sleep”

Following the Babel paths,
where footprints progress
like rough-hewn braille,
temptation shows itself well deep
to be turned and touched,
substantially labyrinth

The Open 
is lead  
further in, and...

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Premature irrelevance of Donald Trump?

Heartfelt congratulations
to Raphael Warnock,
now slated to become
first Black senator of Georgia
cuz he defeated Senator
Kelly Loeffler quite a shock
as troopers fuel related headlines
Jon Ossoff also declared victory
over Republican Senator David Perdue

arrows drawn...

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I suddenly became aware
(although rooted motive not clear)
avoiding self castration ere
yours truly back during
forty three plus summers ago

(do the math and figure out what year)
long haired pencil necked geek
applied dull razor
to remove, (albeit temporarily) hair
covering...

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VIDEO DESCRIPTION

The ballad of a French artist who longs to paint the indescribable—the beautiful delicate, elusive hues of his sightless Lover’s eyes as he endeavours to describe them to her. Haunted by her eyes in...

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    Updraft lifts limbs, leaves scurry like mice exposed
    Mother Nature shakes shorebreak, incline imposed
    Gnaws at sand buried tree toes gnarled, spit polished 
 ...

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Qu'est-ce que nous sommes, sinon des larmes tombant dans les villes,
Tu es moi, et je suis toi, et ensemble nous pleurons,
Écrivant de la poésie au milieu de la nuit,
Fuyant la politique, les nouvelles et les...

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"Swallowed"



Swallowed
in the belly of the whale
epiphany rips my waves

more than a stone ripples 5
12 disciples 
bare feet floating on yesterday’s grave

walk on water
Survive

Swallowed
in the belly of the whale
epiphany rips my waves

saltwater tears taste
an elixir 
Communion...

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life is the dead end living;
	encouraging the slept to wake up
	the dead to alive and shout up
	as they are living they have to rise up
	badly to hear a sound, but to wake up.

life is the...

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Cicadadoidea Lindseya
1953 marked emergence,
Of Lindsey Elizabeth,
Along with Cicada Brood X.
Now, 4 cycles later,
The school nurse,
Emerges a "Level 68er".
Harmony a la cicada chorus,
Brood X calls "Home",
Maryland & Indiana,
On iridescent wings they roam,
Singing sans piano.
"Linds" likewise travelled.
Snow...

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Three cheers for Governor Sonny Perdue,
    Such a welcome sight these things you do.
Showing your faith is a thing quite rare,
    Leading your state in open prayer.
You my friend...

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