Long Petit Poems

Claquée j’ai quitté mon lit douillé 
J’ai peur de sombrer dans ma tête souillée 
Dans mes rêves je suis toujours exilée 
Je n’ai jamais trouvé le sommeil espéré  
J’ai savouré le mal qui me...

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Written by Adebayo Olamide(Aesthete),Prince Joe and Ajibade Abdullah(Pen Talk).
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9th Of January,2017.
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Who would hold my heart,
Now it's reeling off, almost?
Adufe!
My praise queen,
Only in your palms,when drop,
Will it survive the fall.
.
You praise the queen bee,
Her elegance,a perfect...

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The long and short of it is . . . forever

                        ...

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If the book is too heavy,
and low light,
Then I close my eyes
on the show pages.

What happens in it?
I do not know yet
that reserve
detours of history.

It takes place without me.
These are secret stories
which other
can access.

Meanwhile here...

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That's where her house used to stand
smack dab in the middle of a dead end road
The prettiest talker you'd ever want to hear
Known for her elegant tea parties in her grand abode

Red roses adorned the...

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We are friendly sort of people, greeting and asking how you are,
One great nation, two languages, the distance between coasts far,
Travel to Quebec or to some areas in provinces east and west,
You may be asked...

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I have no friends left, 
In this town,
Will you be my friend?
You, the little Prince
Living On the planet B 612?

Will you be my friend?
The robin
Gracefully singing
When I Walk?

I have no friend,
Will you be my friend?
You,...

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Twas fortnight before inspection 2021...,

Not a human creature stirred, nor seen 
throughout Highland Manor, 
property carpeted in lush green
gently hilly terrain,
(a deathlike stillness descended un keen
quiet and quite cool April 26th, 
deux thousand twenty one).

Vicious...

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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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Can intimacy be labeled as de trop?
I don't think. My sister offers me critique
Of such silly actions! But I still crave more!
Our nights together were just majestique.

Before heading out we take aperitif
By the pool, in...

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PoetrySoup …

I Was Heartily Welcomed… As I Sat At Your Table
By:  Carol, Sara, Carolyn, Dane Anne,  Moses, and Abel
              ...

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The sun plunged
In the space of silence,
The summer has been extended
In a slow wandering ...

The orb has been drunk,
Gradually, by fringes.
> We did not hear anything,
From the fall of the angel ...

The horizon has folded...

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Today, there are no busy little feet running through the house
    with high pitched voices that threaten to pierce my solitude.
    I made it clear to my lover and...

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I heard the voice of the well,
I approached the curb,
There was black sooty,
It was probably your call.

As a low message
From the depths,
The narrow circle of the shipwreck,
From your former splendor ...

I bent, but not for...

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O the taste of the first strawberry,
Wake up Marie Gaëlle, smile at me,
Your eye shines like a shooting star,
Pick the strawberry, crunch the strawberry,
Your tongue melts like ice,
Your tongue, suddenly is in love,
O Wake up,...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s The Cat Sat on the Mat, La chatte s’est assise sur la natte by T. Wignesan

(Unless I’m sorely mistaken, this’s EM’s first published poem: Poetry Magazine/Poetry Foundation, Chicago, February 1959, pp....

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I would like to be twelve million kilometers away
From this stupid town, I’d like to be in Minnesota,
To burn all my poems in your hungry eyes,
I want to get away from those raptors that steal...

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The window opens on our secret travels

Mist of saline uproar raids on the space

What keeps us awake and makes us sagacious

Under this afternoon luxuriously blended,

 

The addition and ebb, mineral materials

To leave the sea ,...

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Tu le fera, n’est-ce pas, Papa ? – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Won’t you, Dad ? » by T. Wignesan

Si toutes les jolies mélodies
de ce monde eussent été chantées
et toutes les chefs d’œuvres des...

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Today I kissed a girl.
We kissed, in eternal meaning,
Her arms around my waist, 
mine coiled around her neck.
We said goodnight, and sleep tight,
my last words. I scanned my hand,
remembering her feel, petit, taught,
Like a most...

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En suivant le fil allongé de l'attirance pour elle,
Je me mis à une randonnée cherchante en dépit du ciel bas.
Tout à coup, il faisait de l'orage. La pluie torrentielle
Et le courant d'air houleux comme de...

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They say Cabernet Sauvignon pairs nicely with steak
Pinotage, they reckon, for cheese
Tempranillo is the choice for Mexican grub
But, I'm somewhat easier to please

I've tried a fair few "Reds", on a weekend night
While chilling to some...

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"Reduced, the mechanical universe -- 
which includes man -- 
naught is but countless quantum particles of force and matter 
in one vast void."
-- the Reality 
minus the magic

*   *   *

In youth,...

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Le Passé  - Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « The Past » by T. Wignesan

Que personne ne le dise: le passé est mort.
Le passé nous entoure et aussi là-dedans.
Hanté par le souvenir de la tribu,...

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“Electric Dreams of the Sleeping Orgonon”



A tangerine dream
came out of the blue
cloud busting citron burst

electric dreams
of the sleeping 
Orgonon

raised a little death 
le petit...

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