Long Rouges Poems

 Translation of Eric Mottram’s Poem 33 in Interrogation Rooms by T. Wignesan

33.  on a vu un homme courir/ de la scène de crime un homme est maintenant en train d’aider/ la police avec...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s TIME SIGHT UNSEEN, Part One by T. Wignesan

"Instead of an item in a school of rhetoric, the poem could have variety of articulations, continuity and discontinuity, sentence and parataxis, and an...

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The Spirits of Culloden. 
This is like a pilgrimage, a try tae come every year,
Gather at the cairn, meet old friends, wipe away a tear.
Standin on that moor, that once with blood was sodden,
Paying respects...

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I can’t stop thinking,
That the earth is round, round
Like African women,
That the seagulls are white,
That dogs are crazy,
They bark at poets, writers,

I can’t stop thinking,
That the sun is a guitar
Who plays in the summer, in...

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All French cakes are delicious, better
The “ Amandier” and its subtle nuts taste in the mouth,
The “Paris-Brest”, with its sweet praline cream,
Rum Baba, with its sweet taste of liqueur,

The “tarte aux fraises” and its sweet...

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Oh sir Rutherford
Whose crimson light once shone 
Nature’s summoned darkness
Ne’er could clasp thy fiery tone
A guardian he stood
A savior felled by kiss
Streaking phoenix screaming
Sent the fell to the abyss
What went amiss my knight?
What haunts the...

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THE RELUCTANT 
by Mark Miller © 09/19/2014

We are the living seeming stillness willful we endure 
Through vows of contempt to never surrender
Vacate questions fly by trees terse unknown
Retreat or follow the terminus term less 
Momentary...

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They shout hatred as blood flows
through veins full of rage and madness; 
they fly the red white and blue
as lunatic rogues at the helm 
rouse and incite flames of dormant lunacy     ...

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J'entends encore votre voix 
Quelques nuits quand il pleut
Et quand tu parle, vos paroles sont plus belles
Que ceux de Dumas et de Voltaire

Je n’avais pas une chance avant vos yeux miroitants 
Votre petit sourire timide
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When my spirit tussles uprooted,
I can sense my soul's too polluted
by games tipped to spill until looted
once my voice and color get muted.

I stroll alone upon human cream
across the arc my steady steps gleam,
tossing back...

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Cul du sac

Blood tears
Leaking
		slowly
      the empty face
emotions raped


red raindrops
	fancy lollipops

	empty glass
filling with sanguine color

 		drip
	drip
 drip

We are smiles

	en chante
tous


les petits moulins rouges

	tombe 
			casse


	drink well from my veins
sleep in my tears

robbed...

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Look you for Matisse's Daughter?
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The cat glides paw in the water.
It is glaring at three goldfish.
Jolly tulips are on left side.
The bowl with fish is on a dish.

Gawp at colors so bright in frame...
The cat...

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lets give it a shape
twisted lines of 3-d scribbles
starts and ends nose to tail
maybe
marshmallow squidges syphoned through gossamer ether
missed mist of missing moments

nope how about colour

black and greys that shamble between each other
blushing pinks with...

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you were walking along a blossom carpet
holding three yellow calla lilies
i could hear the blue river running along the rocks
toward the cullasaja falls where the water raged
we were like giraffes in the rain, first to...

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As I bow down to illustrate gallantry, people bend me more
I become honest in every aspect, I become wretched and poor

I practice self-restraint, society designates me backward
I walk in path of nobility, only anguish and...

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