Long Quatrains Poems

Bharathidasan’s “Pulikku nay enta muulai” (To the Tiger, the Dog knows no safe dwelling!) translated by T. Wignesan 

Bharathidasan (1891-1964) was a self-proclaimed disciple of the eminent Brahmin poet: Cuppiramania Bharathiyar (cf. two poems of...

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"White Noise and the Mother Load of Dark Matter" 

underneath the static
what exists 
is never seen nor heard

for what it truly is 
the eyes and mind 
retaliate in the deciphering

the invisible return 
each night and...

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Translation of Les Moulins de mon Cœur-THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND by T. Wignesan

(For the orignal text in French by Eddy MARNAY : see here below. The English version by Marilyn and Alan BERGMAN differs...

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The Rhine Salmon Complaint, Translation of Etiemble’s Complainte d’un salmon du Rhin

						For Yvon Belaval
(A lilting musical poem of varying line length in quatrains with a refrain and much internal
 rhyming; end-rhyme scheme: alternate rhymes in...

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The search for love is never black or white.
I'm just looking for a pretty young thing.
It's human nature to desire what is right.
Forget Billie Jean, girl was just a fling.

I'm just looking for a pretty...

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Think twice this world can be such a wicked place my sweet child.
It's all coming back to me now, the memories we shared.
Goodbyes the saddest word, be careful in a world so wild.
You used to...

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Translation of Kendji Girac and Claudio Capeo's Que Dieu me pardonne by T Wignesan 

Lyrics by Kendji Girac and Renaud REBILLAUD https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xP2jp31jFMc

(The two young French songsters' duet, now, yo-yo-ing in the upper echelons of c-Star...

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“ChatGPT-4, can you give me your literary opinion on the following sonnet? By the way, it is preambled by an explanatory prolegomenon which discusses the sonnet’s theme and my inspiration for composing it:”

Mental “Masturbation”

(The title...

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"Alive is the Warrior Queen,     saviour in dire distress, 
             beautiful as ravishing Rose,     ...

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Sun is shining as I sing my redemption song.
Hey lady, no woman no cry, lets spread one love.
Jammin', spreading positive vibrations so strong,
like three little birds easy skanking with a dove.

Hey lady, no woman no...

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Remember what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Don't stop believing in the strength that lies inside,
get up, stand up until you can stand no longer.
You gotta be strong against the fools who misguide.

Don't stop believing...

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Her life turned upside down, endless chorus of tears,
jilted she hoped he would stop in the name of love.
What was once endless love was now songs full of fears.
Her baby love left her lost like...

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My heart is breaking, but the show must go on.
Too much love will kill you, if you try too hard.
Love of my life, don't leave me; where have you gone?
You're my best friend, but you...

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Layla, you look so wonderful tonight.
Beautiful eyes like diamonds made from rain.
After midnight lets dance in the moonlight.
I'm your forever man, king of the swain.

Beautiful eyes like diamonds made from rain.
Before you accuse me, I...

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Wandering hand in hand along fields of gold,
jealous sun shines upon this summertime love.
Night-bird, song-bird have a story to be told.
I need your love so bad, like a lonesome dove.

Jealous sun shines upon this summertime...

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Here is a lesson, a tortuous tale for your next-of-kin,
About a political hack we'll call the Bigly Pumpkin.
It's a bit like star wars, he is more an older Anakin,
Who fooled the Nation even though he's...

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Coplas on Wine

( here, the famous AntiPoetic Chilean Poet Nicanor Parra, b. 1914, uses the more popular form of the « copla » genre that he contains in quatrains of 8 to 10 syllables with...

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Determined to read and plant the seed fast
   to emulate poets of the present and past.
I staked the library display Whitman, Kilmer, Frost, unnamed arrays
   including Sandberg and St. Vincent Millay.
It...

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Ah it’s been to long for a dose of the philosopher’s tribute
He thinks some of his clerihews have led to silent rebuke
It’s all done mostly in fun
But he’s sure he ’s been call a phrase...

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Wake not to feel that all is maya  all futile all cyclic dust
           even if it were so the pain lingers   pain...

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Her name is Seren
Yes the proud welsh girl, not foe, hopefully a  fren
The number of contest she entered, maybe a million
On a scale of 1 to 10, I’d give her a billion

She has passionately...

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One year and more if people should die still,
Bombs keep raining, missiles shower red rage,
All seem routine to hearts hardening nigh,
World feels sad as an after-thought on stage.

But so had people died of Covid scare,
They’d...

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I'll find a  remedy for my broken heart.
A round of applause, you've melt my heart to stone.
I couldn't make you feel my love, from the start.
I'll find someone like you, I'll search for a...

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Elan's word?
Zulu's sword?
Heartsichordiums-convulsive-verb
"Anabantium", O wraith of mord.

So is it, it is for Hilerides-Dales, 
which green-discourse, 
Southeast of Wales 
or some other perch 
of liaisoned Angeles-porch ? 
Is one-way with a steep of glades newly born....

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Whispers of talent are carried on New England breezes
Dickinson, Hawthorne, and the Irvings’ son Washington
Though I sense a special connection to all of these
None inspired more than Edwin Arlington Robinson

Three Pulitzer Prizes were displayed on...

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