Long Songsters Poems

Translation of Kendji Girac and Claudio Capeo's Que Dieu me pardonne by T Wignesan 

Lyrics by Kendji Girac and Renaud REBILLAUD https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xP2jp31jFMc

(The two young French songsters' duet, now, yo-yo-ing in the upper echelons of c-Star...

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BIRDS OF A FEATHER

We The poets, and songsters, 
with pure hearts; Revolutionaries,
whom have lived and died for truth 
will sit among us there.

Birds of a feather flock together;
Red ants go where red ants go.
Giraffes don't...

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Poem for Eula Davis

October 8, 2013 at 8:39am


 
POEM FOR EULA DAVIS
 
 
A very throaty Warbler issued
Quavering Trills in a morning song -  
As he serenaded the dew
drops on the grateful trees
 
Other...

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POEM FOR EUNA DAVIS

 A very throaty Warbler issued
Quavering Trills in a morning song -  
As he serenaded the dew
drops on the grateful trees
 
Other birds were answering with
songs of praise from familiar days.
No...

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The Mocking-Bird


He did n’t know much music 
When first he come along; 
An’ all the birds went wonderin’ 
Why he did n’t sing a song.

They primped their feathers in the sun, 
An’ sung their sweetest...

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the solitude
the silence
silence of a bee in the forest
silence of the leaves
leaves on majestic trees
leaves my soul quivering 
quivering treasures
quivering happiness and joy 
joy of freedom and journeying on
joy in my soul beyond time
time...

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One fine autumnal afternoon, I set out sauntering
Along country paths that lay rugged and meandering
To see Nature, not in her cultivated neatness
But in her stark nakedness and innate sweetness

Passing fields of corn with golden ears
Peeping...

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I remember having gone to bed a little tired,
And soon fell into a deep sleep.
Night chill prickled my skin.
I felt unusually light.
Wasn’t sure what had come about,
But was shocked at the eerie sight.

In the place...

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Let there be a new song of oneness
Not from the old ruggered gun of lies
That perches on the ego of pride, and
Let butterflies grow in the shoulder of
Hatred that governs this breakable world.
We can be...

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In the southern parts of Africa
You can hear me singing my song
A member of the finch family
Maybe the smallest one




I’m a small passerine bird
Such a tiny, tiny, thing
Like the colour of the sun
Bright shining from...

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then we came
like others who visited before us
beside that palace
a host of songsters
competing like diplomats at lobby
for the ear of an idle king;

some came to sing
some came to ravish their eyes
on the beauty rusting with...

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Are they ghosts inside the radio
just a beggars song living on the street
an echo within an echo
all the songs of love and peace

All the poets and the songsters
the authors freedom written in their pen
humanities wish...

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I hope to heaven that when I die
I meet Woody Guthrie in the sky
and then upon a dust-bowl cloud
we'll find the grace to sing aloud,
and that the Heavens won't debar
the using of a stringed guitar,
though...

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We were at the garden ---
      the garden of life,
lonely and longing for
a blossom to bloom for us.
 
We watered the garden with our tears.
The soil turned fertile;
but not a...

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(for: Deborah Guzzi)

The forest sings for her hunter 
The twin of the fierce panther –
& I sing a sonorous song
That echoes beyond the sky
Of a thousand miles;
I sing like Dinta the hunter
Craving the hearts of...

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I will tell you a sorrowful tale of an ancient time
 when the turning years carved grooves into vinyl,
a time that changed everything and nothing.
He was a lad, a stripling, knobble kneed and roughly handled.
A...

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Prevelli Ravine ( Crete 1992 )



Ghost song
The ancient priest left in the monastery stone
Long before my encounter
Within the walls repeat their long labour
Monument and missionary linger
Hushing a wind into olive groves

Searching for the nameless Minoan
Outside...

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O PROUD SONGSTERS
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Late winter, early spring,
perky cock robin redbreasts start to sing,
cock blackbirds follow suite,
jenny wrens don't stay mute.
Nature's choirs all astute.
Songsters, all ready for a springtime fling!

Summertime at its hight,
though through the year they...

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Pearlescent angels twinkle in a perma-marker
black ink sky,
fluorescent float upon the  atmospheric
elements ethereally etched.
Helix of a thin air eye strain helium,
shrink wrap to the golden cling film 
wings on flight bound beings so celestial.
Nocturnal...

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Knumbed by her beauty
I stood in the fast beleif
she'd refuse my suggestion
of suppering in evening
she stood proud and
 assured that I would
beg her whilst her friends
 observed to sneer and smerk
I stood unattractive to either
but...

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Vigorous, vivid, bewildering, bright songsters,
That could calmly enchant the cruelest of monsters;
Belonging to the flinch family of Red Birds,
Each of their utterances is sweet poetic words...!

Cardinal, with a unique crest and red plumage,
His maid, a...

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Pacific Street
 Brooklyn New York 1953

Mud-red clay bricks, hot and worn;
brown-stone blocks carved tenements formed.
Concrete sidewalks slit and cracked
where children skipped a hopscotch tack.

Hear the smack of bats to ball 
of palm to rubber against...

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You must remember this, the way the young French waiter
pronounced her name, Sarah Vog-gan
singing "April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom,
This is a feeling, No one can ever reprieve..."  And how
on a small balcony in...

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Luscinian voices in the thicket of a midnight waltz 
single male birds singing from a point of solitude  
closing down on city sounds inside a forest vault  
the sound of their vocals, nightingale's...

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