Long Putrefying Poems

[First posted in 3 parts. Intended novel: time never allowed]

Prologue
This,  Sir, is the prologue from before our tale begins
About the day our father did succumb to mortal sins
And left behind a man who would...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV Part Two
                 II

The first signs reek tell-tale
Buffer-to-buffer...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV
 Part One                     ...

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I

 
Take out the caked grimy faucet plug

Let those unseen crawlies dive and duck

                     ...

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Lorca Translations I

Gacela of the Dark Death
by Federico Garcia Lorca
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I want to sleep the dreamless sleep of apples
far from the bustle of cemeteries.
I want to sleep the dream-filled sleep of...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's Final Version " Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" Vowels " (final version, without the definite article, with the poet's corrections)  in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris...

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The Crushed Skulls

the crushed skulls

and the 

torn-off legs

and the 

single shots piercing countless heads


women, men, children
young, old, everyone just a human being

when will we tire of the senseless killing which we keep on impotently seeing


the...

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THE SCORPION KING-A FABLE BY GWENDOLEN RIX

ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A VERY DARK AND DANGEROUS KINGDOM
ITS GOVERNING PRINCIPLES WERE HATRED AND GLOOM
ITS GOVERNMENT WAS ESTABLISHED BY AN EVIL DICTATOR
AND DROVES OF HIS EVIL...

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Alias indomitable invincible
Donald John Trump oozes wrath
inexorably plunging every species
of life toward apocalyptic warpath
mercilessly threatentens world
wide web promising bloodbath

validating ex post facto commander
in chief as nonpareil sociopath
hence... this call to arms gives run
for money challenging...

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Electromagnetic Radiation

Secretly – unbeknownst to me – you were holding out a light
of hope for me to see, to reach for, to bask in, some day.
If I had only the foresight, the insight, the wisdom...

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I smile to the world
And enjoy the warm glance
That is returned to me!

I smile to the world
With a sparkle in my gaze
A sparkle having been placed there
On purpose
Meant to give the world
A hearty jolt
A jolt,...

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In war, no glory confides absolutely.
Or is resolute in its righteousness.
Its essence holds no certainties nor goal...nor future.
Clear objectives fade... Justification merely a work in progress.
Clandestine agendas drive enmity across air, sea, sand and meadow.
Misdirected.
Towards...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's " The Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" The Vowels " in the Paul Verlaine (first version) copy in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris : Livres de Poche/La...

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This lush green and putrefying smell is in what I rejoice.
Some humidity is enough for me to glide to and fro,
on dead leaves, under rotting branches...among preys and predators;
no limit of land and no society...

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One’s Time
Upon this little blue planet
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One’s time could be as beautiful as a sunset !
One’s time could be as desolate as a desert !
One’s time could be as colourful as a rainbow !
One’s time could...

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I plan my murderous ways deep within my mind.
She is ruthless and demeaning and so unkind.
Telling no-one of my prearranged scheme today,
No-one that can discuss this deed in anyway,
She is uncanny, mysteriously, skulking in house.
I...

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Through dark ages 
Through ugly ages 
Through pale-faced lanky ages 
We've crawled through the thorns of life and leapt fearlessly over life's hurdles. 
Through the gates and walls that caged our birds 
We crept and...

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I feel so rustic,
The world being in such a haste
Than my normal pace of existence.
As sparks of thoughts form in my brain,
The time takes a giant leap,
And reflects on my novel thoughts
Calling it gibberish before...

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Journeying The Fiery Furnace Of Hate…

Once more and again, our hush harbors of audacious faith,
Studded with rainbow stained panes, have become matchless
To the penetrating beams of the putrefying rays of fearful hate:
Veiling the blessings of...

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Donning sable spots on buff hearts:
With all the resolve an’ brutality 
They pursue their prey;
Stopping at nothing but the 
Quarry’s final gasp for a breath 

They’re the pillaging African wild dogs:
So unflagging in the heart...

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Lost .

Lost, are becoming the possibilities of
– as swords strike vengefully at the soul of
– as knifes, painfully pierce the fragile heart of
– as words of mass destruction blow up all hopes of
– as all...

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I am rotting flesh. Ambivalent and obnoxious, but content with the irrational idea that I
am immortal. As I walk through the path of life, I hemorrhage thoughts. My naked body,
impregnated with ideals…exposes the divine truth...

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I tried to be strong, tried to be good
But staggering through hell
I’ve seen things that nobody should
I see the evil radiate and warm many souls 
I turned my heart to stone 
Thinking it was enough...

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The joys and pleasures of drinking
Having been asleep and submerged
Re-awakened and buoyed up
As a herald of the great war within
Never ceasing but ravaging my soul
A wave tossed to and fro
by winds of wisdom and foolishness...

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The tabby slinkily strutted across the yard
fresh kill held loosely in diamond teeth;
a turtle dove, its tiny head bobbing,
to the lazy rhythm of the loping cat.
A flash of pink spangled collar
around a plump, too fleshy...

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