Long Regurgitates Poems

Translation of Marcel Moreau's " A Paris " by T. Wignesan

IN PARIS

Paris bores me no end without you
My heart weighted down with melancholia
The spleen given over to asthenia
Empties its own sense of loss on to...

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My mind is burning, blazing, turning
With doubts and irrational drivels
My heart is livid and hardened
For it freezes in the potentials of disappointment
Of failure, downfall, and impending death
In ceasefires of never mind, and never more 

My...

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I am fascinated by space science because it is so divine. I am fascinated by space science because everything it entails is sublime. Human operates machine and machine work for human; human input the information...

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Why in the World?

I asked myself, 
"Why in the world did God create earthquakes and tsunamis?
There is such devastation, tragedy, lost lives, horrific suffering.

And then, I knew.
Long ago, before man populated the earth,
Before men developed...

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Ash - grey chemised
she shifts her shape
as silver flakes float coat
stripped naked places, 
sheath curves and angled spaces
Angry glitter tingle stings
thick earth skin with prickly flames
and rumble rise regurgitates
shimmy - shake shudders
in magma's deep thrombosis.

Her...

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THE AMERICAN DILEMMA 
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



There was a time when the town crier spread the news
Terse, straight, unfiltered, unbiased with no personal views
Alas, those times have disappeared into days of yore
We now have more news...

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At the end of Mercy Street
lies a forgotten wharf.
A single row boat is 
moss covered.
The battered vessel is 
moored and unwanted
like leprosy -
conducive to an invisible cancer.

Two splintered oars imitate antennae -
receiving distress signals
from no...

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Leave free agents alone
Bully
For they’ve got no time to be the clone
You hurt truly and deeply

In games without aim
Where you torture and suture at will
Treating victims the same
Way happiness you steal

To boost your roost
Bereft of...

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A spaceship called Hope... made from future's grand mist, 
is perched upon a launch pad of manic chemicals, and loss.
With stun gun emotion, mother earth regurgitates.  
5-4-3-2-1
Her metal finger meets the button...
she releases her...

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The actor was acting up
whilst falling down,
then tumbling
like Jack and Jill,
watering his career
with the director’s tears.

Those tears they turned the reel
into a real mistake
that killed the mistaken idea
that the actor couldn’t act.

Oh, he’d act whilst...

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Day peppered 
With expectant hope for tomorrow
Meanders each angle and crook
A thrusting inferno igniting  
Dormant banks of bordering crags  
Unimagined prospects
And you are part of me
Like wave to sea

Night exposed 
With starry expectation...

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3 of every 4 creatures on earth
Are insects, now you know
Why hordes of damn mosquitoes
Pester and bug you so

They sow their seeds of mayhem
As we sit in the summer sun
Being annoyed by these tiny bugs
Till...

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Eden pedestalled
On burnished clouds of dawn
Is dew melted famished leaves.
Diamond visions
In our bright dreaming glory,
Bolt castle doors flaming grief.

That heaven is gone
We were too far gods to know;
We wear pearls now, frozen tears
Of soft sufferings.
It's...

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3 of every 4 creatures on earth
Are insects, now you know
Why hordes of damn mosquitoes
Pester and bug us so

They sow their seeds of mayhem
As we sit in the summer sun
Being annoyed by these tiny bugs
Till...

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Dawn has broken the thick darkness
To engender the shining morning sun;
I see, calm and nice is the blue sky
Birds of all wings flock and fly freely

Humans on the land breathe fresh air,
Watching birds’ traffic up...

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Picasso of contemporary literature...
Sestinas and Plantouns, fiiled with imageries,
These fluorescent poems, alive and talking.

Bethoven's concertos, silent and buried.
Triolets and haikus, mottled the pages with music;
They sing to the audience of poetry.

Robert Frost, in his zenith,
Longing...

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Rendering facts to black and white
leaves little room for shades of gray.
And stubbornness leads to a fight;
when neither of us will give way.

As shouts instigate a ruckus,
anger regurgitates stale lies.
And when patience abandons us,
we don't...

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