Long Roves Poems

 TUAN TATA : Song of Uda - I
by T. Wignesan

(Patrick Noone, a British anthropologist, discovered the Ple-Temiar tribe living isolated in the jungle highlands in the State of Perak on the west coast of...

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"What a fine day for a picnic," my friends all said,
In the dog days of summer, with the hot sun overhead.

We would all go for a swim, and then have a fine lunch,
And would return...

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The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;

 So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With...

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In a realm untethered, a woman birthed her own sun,
Her radiant hands ablaze with ethereal hues.

Beneath her feet, the earth burgeoned, an ever-fertile expanse,
embracing all within its grasp, its essence aglow in tangerine trance.

From this...

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Lying under oath
With an American pin on their shirts
They wave the US strategy
Dance ‘n Killing and Smiling

They plunder our economy
Using the propaganda to show nothing is wrong
The fox is in their bed to fill the...

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I
Whenever would thou bleed, thus bind,
Thy lying heart will shed its feel;
Why art thou kne'd? Thy eyes art blind
To drops whose sight them ne'er heal.

II
At order yours, domain of fever,
For I did never flow had...

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Sun never sets,
moon nor rises at night;
It's the wonder planet earth,
In exhilaration vacillates,
roves around the universe;
Hides day heating sun,
Show's way to 
skittish girlish moon;
Slowly-slowly,
She appears in dark;
Stage by stage, 
when she shows up,
In full face...

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Hearth of Winds

From west to east you plumb axisal spin,

And darted on the limbs of the poles.

On longitudes and latitudes, you are dotted in silhouettes.

Just above the horizon of age, you journeyed,

Beckoning the threshold of...

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Graceful sits her hand upon his arm as they enter
He in his tails and best, she in silver splendor
His eyes scan for those that would covet her form
Her eyes search for men rich, widowed and...

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Music roves forgotten recess.
Spectrum of colors lack comprehension.
Objects of undeciphered importance appear.
Landscapes with familiar distortions,
Capture dialogue of competing personas.

The decayed buildings of my past,
Meet the repainted canvases of the future.
We row the lake of dreams...

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Perhaps you hail from verdant coastlands,
or from rolling hills blanketed by trees,
or from the lofty perches of the mountains,
or from the banks of some strong river.

And though I was born in marshy coastland,
and have known...

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A simple scene a nestling seeks the comfort of the night
to lay enthralled, engrossed,  in memories of past days,
the nectar drawn from rivulets that run past blackened lash.

A lidded eye roves left, then right,...

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The tricycle army

What does a tricycle mean to a three year old?
Just as another plaything, does, it, she behold?
Loving  it like the grown-up’s love for love’s madness
On it, she roves about  the yard...

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in the woods getting lost is a bliss,tall trees like mothers welcome me in their scoops, giving off comfort in my waning sense of insecurity,shrubs give tiny berries cool like candy under the blazing sun,to...

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They say when mind and heart are at war
It's tough to decide whose side you are
Which one blooming truth of what you are
you ended up taking the side of any one of all
Your soul, alas...

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In twilight's tender grasp, where sentiments unfold,
Subtle whispers of a woman, always untold.
A dance of sighs and a symphony of grace,
In the heart's alcove, there is a sacred space.

Ephemeral hues are like petals in the...

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Franco Gonza

Midnight groans so quietly
From a tower far below,
Stars within the pathway
Give off a charcoal tinge,
And darkness roves, alone
Farther than my throbbing glance
And moves back into a shade,
Like the deepening of these eyes
Where the pale...

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A cottage can be calm, cosy, not tall;
A hut may be; an inexpensive stall.

Exalted seat, stiff ship's hilly haven
Exalted mansion,'midst turf well-shaven.

Rare varieties of cacti, high in pots
Rare orchids, rose plots, lacy ferns with spots.

Trees...

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Crown of Thorns            

A trace of thorns you are 
on my body,
I am an eternal traveller, 
never stopping.

You are the bitter predicament 
of my...

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Like a balloon, happiness soared high
Like a sword piercing through the blue sky
Deflowering the virgin power of gravity
She roves every commune with dexterity


I saw her parched on a tree 
And the birds chirped and danced...

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A mushy voice had left me insensate…
My soul grinned & hallowed my fate…

That “Belle” rambled close to me with elegance…
As if she comprehended riddle of my deep Sense…

Words from her rose lips felt like paradise…
It...

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point not a finger,
when a dark cloud roves around us,
wild thoughts linger,
evil hearts waiting to throw a bomb on us.

take charge as your own,
for several still smile back at you,
your right as your responsibility,
... and...

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