Long Premiers Poems

Translation of Mathieu POKORA’s « Je suis tombé, tombé, tombé » by T Wignesan

(NOTE : I just thought I’d translate the lyrics (see the French original herebelow) of this lilting catchy tune not just because...

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2 Terms Of Political Office

A political leader of a country successfully managed to extend his term of office...
Brings up the question of the wisdom of the previous curb imposed to 2 terms in office....
Bolehland has...

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The Australian National Plan makes no common sense,
Are these people really that dense? 
All of them are lying about the vaccine
It does not stop you for getting covid 19
They are using apartheid against the unvaxxed...

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I'm a provocative artist spilling ink's 
brilliant spectrums of colorful emotions. 
Productive Poet seeking worldwide 
philosophical philosophies ambitions 
of "crazy mind's ". 

Provoking philosophical philosophy 
streamlining ergonomics of the mind 
in life's angelic orchids of...

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1971 Amtrak service be gone 
On October 1st Walt Disney world  officially opens 
We all really love them candy treats
Really want them chocolate candies Willy Wonka was Gene Wilder
Relative reality
 1972 It was arrived...

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Make no mistake, in spite of 2020's terror, God's Mercy is being served on planet earth.*

Every morning, day after day, year after year, God's magnanimous mercies are endless.

Righteousness exalts nations, and its departure automatically engenders...

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Australia was zerocovid,
with quarantine and tracing set up too.
That kept the virus at bay.
But too many people were coming into the country,
It was only a matter of time before the virus broke away,
from HQ into...

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The world speaks of tragedy and questions
   was it hate, terrorism or less tempered aggressions,
those are the words news makers use so competitively
   but history is sadly, inconsolably repetitive.
there it is...

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Frantic pedantic Premier protects her precious state
Hides behind tree at New South border, sniper style
Midst of thriving twin city metropolis many populate
Her Highness surmises business will just 'rest a while'. 
Interstate disallow brings collapse of...

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YOU'RE STRANGELY FOND OF GLOOM, 
LIKE DRACULA LOVIN' THE DARK. 
AND YOU BRING ABOUT DOOM, 
LIKE A HUNGRY KILLER SHARK. 
YOU'RE AFRAID OF BEING KNOWN, 
IN THE OPEN WORLD. 
YET YOUR EMOTIONS ARE SHOWN 
LIKE...

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Their names have become
hollowed out husks
blown about the graveyards
of history. Emperors who once
claimed divine favour 
and the imprimatur of the gods 
now seem profane, despotic
caricatures of their age. 
Loud cheers have ossified
to a silence or...

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La Paix et le Désert – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Peace and the Desert » by T. Wignesan

Pendant que la braise du campement de feu scintille
J’entendis l’appel
du courlis annonçant la naissance
ou la mort de...

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Trump has been breaking laws
create and cause crime with his claws
prefers premiers and skinny shahs
rile up people with his paws
likes pulling at loose straws
at his hamburger always knaws    
likes women who wear...

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Rage Against The 12 Kings

On icy thrones, they sit on high,
And pull the strings of average men.
Their governing, silent, ruthless,
As potent and lethal as venom.

They pull strings of mere mortals,
Presidents, Premiers,Dictators,
Tugging these chosen with vindictive...

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LORD, this morning, thank you. This SONnet will please, tease, release:
I greet thee, having access to Your throne by Jesus
And His sacrifice on Calvary: We pray against the Virus
With a sunshiny name, an aura of...

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LORD, this morning, thank you. This SONnet will please, tease, release:
I greet thee, having access to Your throne by Jesus
And His sacrifice on Calvary: We pray against the Virus
With a sunshiny name, an aura of...

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LORD, this morning, thank you. This SONnet will please, tease, release:
I greet thee, having access to Your throne by Jesus
And His sacrifice on Calvary: We pray against the Virus
With a sunshiny name, an aura of...

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Out here, wild rhubarb grows free,
Bitter beauty escapes designs by premiers
And presidents,
Red-veined leaves untouched by the
Denizens of this desert.
Morality endures despite the sins
Of man, mere miles away.
Asleep at last, my small pond releases
Crawlers, bent on...

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les premiers flocons de neige,
dont flottent dans le vent
peser sur tous ceux qui s'opposent &
regarder,
avec un souffle de vent
chatouillant le visage,
avec un refroidissement simple,
embrassant la surface de l'
peau,
avec l'idée que la mort de
tout ce qui...

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