Long Scolds Poems

Lyrics of Bigflo & Oli's hit song, Dommage: “T’is a Pity!” Translated by T. Wignesan

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(Two brothers: Florian (the elder with the “Big” prefix) and Olivio ORDONEZ, born and raised in music from an early age...

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Was Saul a Deeply Flawed Intellectual Snob (Perhaps a Prude as Well)?
Does Christ's Protest Still Ring True Today?

Part 1:
I'll state my aim clearly, "I come, not to praise Paul (Christ honored?) but bury
usurper? Profane, anti-Christian's...

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As I hover over the darkened room, I wonder how I have gotten here. Did I die, was I 
dead? That was the only explanation I could think of for my disembodiedment. But 
concentration was...

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How often does it come to call?
How often does the sea breeze spray?
How often will she fall?
How many times will he ask her to stay?
Then tell her that she is to leave,
How many times will...

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She was an Indian Barbie, long curly lash 
And brown complexion. The hair was 
Perfect, shiny black and she had on a small 
Pink gown to cover her 36-24-36 body. 
Last seen, she still had...

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Garfield, a loveable famous, lazy cat,
Who likes to eat and eat, that’s why he’s fat,
Jon his companion, Garfield’s friend or foe dude,
On call twenty four seven, to give Garfield food!
The world knows their love hate...

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living in this house gets weird in the winter,
we just live here now, the two of us, me and babby.
well, I guess it’s not just us, always sleeping is the cat.
whenever it gets a little...

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She knows she’s young
She’s lost her fun
In so little years
She’s filled with so many fears
Her momma scolds
Tells her she’s she got no hold
She sits and reads Matilda
Momma says to go out with her sister

She’s told...

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These are the words that were said:—;—:
Mentions of solitude and authority:
Debates on whether you were the ruler,
Or God. 
Or perhaps I was the ruler, as you are fiction,
And I am your creator—God. But who
Created me?...

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Who of us by late September long to be in bleak November?
A month that in this frigid clime is dark and dreary, out of rhyme.
Leaves all spent and soggy lie beneath a gray and grizzled...

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My ladylike mother, raising a blue-jeans daughter
     No dresses for my back-to-school shopping-
After school shortcut with Amy, my friend
     Grassy flowered path, trees and birds
For my autumn...

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It is so true that good mothers are rare.
In the furious face of hunger,
And in the ferocious jaws of sickness
You have always been near.

Mami Owon,
This verse could have been a salutation,
Expressing my love for you,
Or...

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The sadness of getting lonely, weary and old
is none other than the anguishing thought,
we can't avoid feeling or mentioning at all cost;
daily unrest triggers the awful death word! 

Will all frighten when that time comes?...

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Arohee (one who ascends)


With a sweet,  smiling countenance sat little Aarohee,

Placing a finger on her cheeks, she, aged only three,

Draped in a little sari her mother had made her wear,

She sat in contemplative thought, yet...

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I wish I never thought about it this way,
That those days had never passed away,
That I wasn't the person that I wished to be,
And wished had just one more day......

No I'm not gonna talk to...

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When a woman is just a woman,
     she looks beyond the surface of
                  ...

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Time spent in Indian village, is - wisdom won plenty,
Wealth in the urn of common sense, here, never go empty...

Day here, though with chirps of birds, never dawns with no prayer,
Whether from Temple, mosque, church,...

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Sometimes Left equals Right,
like day equivocates night,
wondrously but rarely,
awesomely, because almost never,
like a fully mysterious solar eclipse,
revolutionary, because not slow-grown evolutionary,
the Earth says Hello!

Personally and politically,
romantically and academically,
lovingly and yet wisely prudent,
economically with ecological empowering...

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The escape commenced.
The endless drive from middleclass suburbia
ala Levittown; across hill and dale,
packed in a 1947 black beauty
of a Lincoln Continental; to the land of Peyton Place 
and Steven King; Maine.

Lemon up and tangerine down,...

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Jesus, no doubt, is my hero and friend,
Till the end.
Was he perfect?  Don’t know?  But if So?
When he told the Pharisees that they were of their father the devil?
Was he sinning?  Was...

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Coral and lime stones
You can take the country out of me
However, not the trace of acid lime out of my blood
Growing up on the island has its advantages
Everybody was related to each other: and everyone...

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A song to sing

With a hither and a dither
A mighty river
The troubled brows of people pour

Blinkers, tinkers and many non-thinkers
Flood rushing down washed up shores
A surging roar!

A song for sure, we should not endure

Soaring high...

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I sit in the arbor..it's  half past midnight
but I cannot sleep tonight.
Somewhere between the pillows and blankets
 sleep went into decline.
 So I sit in the garden on this silent night
as the moon casts...

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("A Question of Balance", 2019, original encaustic)

An Unbalanced Equation

My wife is in the middle of her cataract procedure,
One eye done and another to go.
Generally, it’s a remarkable thing
Which we take for granted -
Both our sight...

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