Long Rc Poems

Translation of Eric Mottram’s Courbet: Elegy 8 by T. Wignesan

Blanches oeuvres ouvertes
résident dans les jours
la surface du banc de travail est noire
les géraniums-lierres
les fougères et les adragans
accumulent leurs oeuvres et jours:
La toile noire de Courbet
un...

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No one in this morning
The road is deserted,
It's too early under the gray sky,

The veins of my hands,
Salient hands on the wheel
The look Elevated

The white line scrolls,
The colored houses, fled,
Since the curves crossed,

Creeks glimpsed,
The white...

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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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He searches in the shady sides,
traces of vanished light,
a drift of the felt,
all of nuances and transitions.

Perhaps is it too early;
cold dawn maintains suspended
the pulsation of the heart,
spreading the ashes,
incomprehension of lack,
in the slow progress...

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The blue hour takes root ...

There is the dark wing of the steamer,
Which takes the open sea, and carries away its regrets,
Tiny passengers, waving handkerchiefs
And the seagulls passing and passing again.
Heavy rusty chains, in heaps...

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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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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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Stonehenge is a famous monument in Britain
a prehistoric mystery, architecturally sophisticated
built in stages, the first part built 5000 years ago
the unique Neolithic stone circle about 2500 BC
it is thought to be build by Druid...

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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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For 10,000 years I've pondered the meaning of life or so it seems.
Muttering to myself and listening to other human beings. 
It wasn't found within any ancient book, painting or written on a cave wall.
Certainly...

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so there I was 
fishin just because
working I told her I be

she didn't know my where abouts
or me in's and me outs
bet her I'm home by 2 or 3

trolling a long
scratchin my ding dong
happy as...

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Gazing across the Trailer Park morning dew glistens on overgrown lawns, as the sun rises, empties strewn randomly in the grass sparkle like jewels in this dawn of day. Saturday night has past, Hank Sr...

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I see on a canvas, this face
The distant look, as detached from the world,
Behind me ,trying to decipher shadows
The unstable condition of the wind, and the ignored face of the days ...

Or maybe just,
A look...

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JUST A FARMER                 
 (music and lyrics by Joan Donnelly Ellis/Genre County/Male Vocals)
  
Verse 1

 I watched you...

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Summer time was filled with laughter and fun
Childhood remembered playing in the sun
Swimming holes and watermelon served ice cold
You can’t go home again, so I have been told
But home, I go,when my mind drifts back
To...

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Mama ate her collard greens with raw onions, pinching a 
morsel of greens with sweet cornbread, as juicy pork 
neckbones lay naked of meat. 

The sweetness of life, like sweet Kool Aid fills our tummies,
while...

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It all remains thee and thou.
I rebuke myself for past and now.
I that child, I of age and wisdom.
In wisdom's hindsight here I dwell.
Slave, Master of a purgatory in then and now.

Never Splendor came only...

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My dear poet- 
I am forever grateful to you
For allowing my body
To be your page 

Letting your words 
Ascend on my temple
And descend 
On my feet

How long will I thank God 
For giving me you
As...

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We winter down south in Arizona
We stay down there six months cause we wantta 
My friend Bob is about six miles away
And often we’d get together to play

The model airplane field, was where we first...

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Written September 14, 2011


Is this how I should feel at times like these
Facing crossroads, not ease
RC running miles on plastic tires
And then batteries run dry

Here I lie on a bed of signal fires
Why didn't you...

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As far as I can remember,
They were souls connected with mine.
But all the bridges of our friendships
Have moved away:
The boats have broken off their moorings,
And I do not know whether I am going astray,
But each...

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by Ralph Taylor - RC Cruise #6 - 11/27 to 12/12 2013
To Panama Canal.

When planning your vacation,
and deciding what to choose,
if you haven't ever done it,
why not, go on a cruise?

Check out all the Cruise...

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I've never seen them before,
but know they're in Elbert County, Georgia
put there by a mysterious man
by the name of R.C. Christian,
who put them on display
in dixieland, 1980 circa,
They have 10 new age rules,
which are occultic...

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I took a walk down Columbia Street
Back to the place where we used to meet
Where we played as kids until after dark
And hung out together up at Dutch Hill Park
Although alone, I could hear the...

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Flew control line planes till I met Bill
Who said, RC is the way
Give up that stuff, I’ll teach you RC
It’s a more fun way to play

RC stands for radio control
Had to buy a bunch of...

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