Long Plein 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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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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It is not mandatory
However, I feel that it is my duty
To respond to Carl Brouard
‘Knowing how to drink is not an art
Drinking is not a duty’
But a necessity which is obligatory
As it is crucial even...

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She wades in until the water reaches her waist,
looks out and continues into the endless sea.
Her imagined long gown floats behind her.

Her little girl shoulder blades 
become hidden beneath the water.
Each time she raises her...

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I touched her hand and the warmth of her soul
rushed my veins like a mad river,
obliterating all doubts.
Would that I survive the tumult, the undying desire
to touch her skin again, even for a moment, to...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 3 Dolores Huerta by T. Wignesan

3. Dolores Huerta

aucun coq n’y annonce la reveille:
les étudiants et les dirigeants des travailleurs 
font partie du piquet de grève contre les...

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by Michaelw1two

 Poetic writes speak volumes too,
 this profound nature of humanity;
 expression’s glyph or determination’s rift,
 each soothing rhyme or base profanity;
 provoke of consciousness that drift,
 so casually or with rude insanity;
 furiously...

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"In the 1840s, two sisters fall in love with the same man.
                       While...

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Floating fluttering fleurs
are jewels in fuchsia and magenta
transmuting into taffy hue
with the kiss of dappled sunlight~
Like her cheeks that blush in pink
with his wondering wink... 

The willows are stalactites 
seducing newly bloomed nympheas
slumbering in Egyptian...

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I thought about you today as I so often do.
I felt the sad familiar feelings
that will not go away.
You came to mind in a flash of memory
While I was doing something else.

I never seek these...

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"I grow old... I grow old...I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled"
                     ...

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ODE TO THE PLEIN AIR PAINTER
 
Starting New Year, what are your goals,
as an artist who paints "En Plein Air"?
To increase you skills, pay all your bills,
and become an "Art Millionare"?
 
By January first, become...

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Wait for the shutters to be closed,
we will enter an enclosure
in complete silence,
like a deep cave
which I don't know the way.

My eyes will ignore all of the lights;
there will be no more words
just the presence...

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Dans une langue qui ne m'appartient pas
j'essaie d'y mettre la lune entière
son sourire à plein dents et sa lumière douce
les mots me semblent creux et pourtant
en chacun d'eux, une étoile filante
mes espoirs, tous gris, tracés,...

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What color is it? that luminous llght,
throwing patterns past midnight under my archway,
and on the sandy beach of our island ocean,
where I used to wade home in the surf
from Moore's dance floor, where there was...

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L’orgue de la mer - The Sea Organ


Née à l’horizon	

          Born on the horizon

où se meurt le soleil

        ...

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PLEIN AIR
in a
surprise
of
rhetoric
the picturesque
fades
  its flavour
distantly dormnt
  unsketc

in  a
 glance of light
many depictions
 so sunlit.
 recalled
in the
 vertical &
 horizontal
in thrall
to fashionable
 remain
outside
 the figurative
& unapologetic
but  pleasant
never to change
but visually
 genuine
yet
prone
  to introspection

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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My truck is almost full
of birds , that have risked
their last migration
for a journey to the planet mercury.
So fell from the sky 
a ton of fried chickens.
I won't have to swing my fork
in the stars,...

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The rain set me adrift inside a dream
My mind was on a painting miles upstream
An unforgotten "en plein" I once viewed
A light pastoral springtime interlude

Two horses, one snow white, one shiny black
Two barefoot boys in...

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N'ayant plus son corps galbé dans mes bras,
Je ne peux plus trouver rien de chaud.
Le ciel m'apparaît constamment bien bas,
Qu'il fasse de l'orage ou qu'il fasse beau.

Tous les jours je cherche ses pas,
En pensée, par...

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Le souci et la sollicitude bavent chez moi, 
Puis peu à peu condensent en la foi
Que mon encre ne coule que pour toi,
En compagnie de mon soin du meilleur aloi.

Plein mon sein sont les mots...

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Written December 29, 2013


You don't see me
You see her silhouetted by the vapor
My hands all over
She's an introverted now and later

You can build a wall
Before you fall
But I'd give up
When the wall will fall
I'll be...

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Brilliant first morning rays 
chasing shadows across wavy 
slate roofs, along fortified stone walls,
just ahead of gently caressing 
salty ocean breezes,

ancient cobbled streets
and flowing canals echoing
the greeting of the day
from weary denizens stirring.

Stucco walls starkly...

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She sat alone with paints beside her chair,
a canvas filled with sunshine at her side.
She gazed around the scene set en plein air,
then chose a brush to paint the rising tide.

The blues and greens were...

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Family drama

 

A couple, in their late fifties, is coming out of the supermarket,

he sits in a wheelchair, she is pushing him along.

He is grumpy swears at her perhaps she had spent too much

money on...

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