Long Recognised Poems

"The Messenger"

Love is rich with 
venom and honey. 

there was a female ...

snake, 
it watched 
with green-eyed 
avarice, covetting
a dove’s nest

the dove, 
was white as snow, 
not young, getting on,
tiny flecks of grey

the dove 
alone,...

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I remember my cherished Wolf Cub pack, 
How I loved those Wednesday evenings, 
The games, the pomp and seriousness of the camps, 
The different coloured scarves, sweaters and hair 
During the mass meetings, 
The solemnity...

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Translation of Mahakavi Bharathiyar’s poem: “Asai Mugam” or “Beloved Face”
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Splat

Explosions do not always signify combustion but often combustion arrives after many years of layering the layers and tightly packing. Thus meaning that a fried piece of fat could slip and burst out of the...

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There was a rumour that outlaw Kyle was to be sprung from jail
But Sheriff Koplin got wind of it and he'd make sure they'd fail 
That day Queeny Holly and her gang rode into town,...

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Translation of Oothukkadu Venkata Subba Iyer (circa 1700-1765)’s « THAYE YASHODA » by T. Wignesan


This devotional song and poem in Tamil (the principal Dravidian language which has spawned over twenty languages in the southern Indian...

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As we’re transformed by God’s benign bliss flame,
what’s imbibed must be assimilated,
else we will have only ourselves to blame,
wandering earth with ego inflated.
With each breath intake, we are grazed by bliss
but unless we be still,...

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Mark Hurlin Shelton is a Poet from Cape Town South Africa, born in October 1967. He was raised by his grandparents in Three Anchor Bay, near Sea Point, where he attended his first schools: Ellerton...

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The Conditions of Living

Stark organisations of my observations
Respond to beauty with pure elation 
Instead of chronic devastation 
Process the abject consternation 
From contrived over-saturation 
And acute mass manipulation 
That should be in legal confiscation
Truth found...

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Platitudes of Exactitude

Platitudes of exactitude redefining my whole attitude 
Don’t want to seem rude but I can’t help but conclude 
That the truth will protrude 
From a form that just wants to be misconstrued 

Everything...

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The bombing of Pearl Harbour was the turning point for me
That day I enlisted in the army, despite protests from my family
I tried to reassure them by saying that everything would be fine
And after six...

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I lay awake in that dark hour and was reflecting on my life
From all the travelling I had done to the breakup with my wife
I was an architectural painter and was very successful too
And after...

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Centurio Romanus sum,
et nolite flere non commovebitur.

I am a Roman Centurion.I do not weep or tremble.
But I have wept some bitter tears before this end of week.
Yes, I have wept some bitter tears hot rolling...

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DISORIENTATION 

                
              Me always disoriented both...

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Les Protecteurs – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “The Protectors” by T. Wignesan

(Note: Oodgeroo never claimed to write poetry à la manière des poètes occidentaux; she said - without mincing words – her lines were sheer...

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I asked her
do you believe that as soon as any man walks into a room and he’s eyes fall so completely upon someone like you he can fall in love?
at first 
she didn’t answer
she just...

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Time slips by as the wind whispers through the trees,
Waving hands fly like the movement of the breeze
And families pray for those they love, all because,
Time gave hope, time restored, welcome home;
Yet every blessing stems...

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Weary weapons wearing writhing works wonderfully wreathed wigs...... Oh wow how magnificent the yellow radiance of a piece of straw. Leaning bending learning. Admire nit a wisdom curl if a pitch of ball. Throw away...

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It was Indian summer 1985 Fbi Alan King arrived we sat sipping lemonade as i prepared lunch for my two girl pregnant with my third child hoping for a boy this time laughing on the...

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“Nothingness” 

Words 
lines drawn 
unending

dusk 
to
dawn

characters recognised
transcribed
in the mind 

where voices unheard
plant meaning
wild ivy grows 

and snakelike
moves 
outside the lines

electric 
we become strange
symphonies sublime;

engraved in time
most rocks crumble
dissolve, 

life has no need
for unnecessary 
rhyme

beginning of...

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Translation of Eric Mottram's The Nerves of Proust and Sitting Bull by T. Wignesan

Excerpts from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s poetry” by Clive Bush,...

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“Several Queens in  mythology, history, nature , games are recognised as special since  ancient Era and has become famous gaining popularity.” - Poet.


    QUEEN

     So many...

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Another morning I got up and my thoughts returned here. Just wanted to put something of
the memory that lingers still today from scenes we saw of September 11th.  Scenes we would
like to but will...

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Britain used to war with France and then the USA, 
Allied with the Russian keeping Napoleon at bay 
2 wars fought in 1812 Europe and North America 
all in all no one did better, all...

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I still reminisce when it was raining incessantly at 3:55 a.m. in the nascent ticks of time on a wistful wednesday. My skin felt the spark of crying hail and maybe, the snow-storms melted too...

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