Long Souvenir Poems

“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa”

Spurred by mother dearest 
as well as other politesse
drummed into her second born
fobbing blandishments as incentive
tumbled off fingers of prodigal son
tripped wordsmith to splutter forth
forthwith the following lines.

Back in the day 
quaint...

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It’s heading for our planet at ten thousand miles an hour
To stop it all the experts say we haven’t got the power
All the nukes in all the world won’t constitute a plan
So someone said, ‘All...

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Translation of the Elegy: On Marceline Desbordes-Valmore - À L'amour - Poem by Marcel Moreau Translated by T. Wignesan

Reprends de ce bouquet les trompeuses couleurs,      (Take back the dubious colours...

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Dreams……
In your Dreams, what is it that you see when you close your eyes at night?
In your Dreams, are you alone? Is there a special feeling of something or someone that you can feel but...

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What if I ,
Saw a waist-coated white rabbit,
Pass and disappear down a hole
Would I think I was going quite mad
Or would I want to follow him
As he exclaimed I’m late!  I’m late!
For a very...

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1.Remembrance

Remembrance of guilt from pages turned brown,
Opened and read inside rooms of my mind.
Written through time with tears sliding down.
I will claim each dung lit cavern I find.
My yesterdays speak of a poignant time.
Holding the...

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Tavira 

Tavira is my town
The place I call my home
Rich in history
Much like me
Many secrets does it hold
Ancient times still apparent
Different people now
A different time

How many footsteps have trodden the cobbled streets?
With donkeys or on...

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My roommates Leong, Sophie, (Charles) and I were coming from a Yale sporting event. The sky looked like a dirty Swiffer-mop and the wind seemed to be ignoring the posted 20mph speed limit. It was...

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Woven are these pages in poetic verse,
With bare threads of our deepest feelings,
You will find laughter, tears and remorse,
and words of wisdom, prayer and healings.

What compels their pens to shed poetic ink?
What forlorn moment inspired...

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Translation of YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS YOUNG
By T. Wignesan
(Written by : Herbert Kretzmer)

(Variously sung in a host of styles, moods and orchestration by
exquisite soul-movers like Roberta Flack, Shirley Bassey, Charles Aznavour, Glen Campbell, Andy Williams,...

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“The songs are casual and careless in a satisfying way, like the used condom your latest lover left lying on your bedroom floor, a souvenir you’re not yet ready to dispose of.” Candy Cotton, Modern...

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Thirsty

I could tell right away he was up ta sum thin.
I could see it in doze beady eyes!
His wordz were smooth in a snake like sorta way,
my pappy says heze city smooth.
He don't look like...

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Two bails of straw, an ornament, 
                            ...

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When I receive old magazines the first thing I seek as I flip through the pages, I find
Are the advertisements that bring to my mind the brands, fads, and trends that found favor in bygone...

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A Perfect Day to Learn 

We took our late lunch in a wooden cabin at the foot of the mountain where exotic foods in sumptuous meal were served. I enjoyed immensely the fried fish and...

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Hate is the souvenir from lips,
who echo darkness,
words like swords, piercing 
into soft flesh, hearts 
breaking beneath the weapon’s
sickening crack, words 
erasing the hope of ever
feeling worthy or worthwhile

Hate is the spiteful taste,
bitter as the...

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(Fictional, but based on the real experience of one of my close friends who lost her daughter in an accident)

 As I sat on my desk,
Hurrying with my pent up work,
A scrap of paper, left...

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Translated: Si la vie demande ça by Laura and Chris Mayne by T. Wignesan.

If Life would not wish it otherwise
 
[Note: The two sister French Caribbean-Martinique Black “Blues” Swan : Laura and Chris MAYNE (lyrics...

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Black market product truckload ... 
illegal cargo of tax-free merchandise,
and plenty boxed liquor of trouble
Leather clad tattooed dirty violet blonde
riding shotgun,
with a Rambo knife hugging her thigh
In the cab backseat
sit two mountain men beastie boys
strapped...

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Her scars told a story of a time
When life tried to break her but failed 
And she was filled for a while
with tearful wails
Maybe she was disappointed for
She expected him to love the way she...

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a Christmas card’s a little thing
so much~ a loving wish to bring
but still my Christmas souvenir you’ll take
in kindness, for the giver’s sake

The first known item that looked a bit like a Christmas card was...

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I was a perky lost and found coordinator, reuniting people with possessions,
As pink-orange, diamond sunset rejoins us, reminiscing sunrise impressions.

I liked blithe smiles of pleasure and relief, at reclaiming what was once lost,
Like pearl, exciting...

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She's a rhapsodic tale of might
beyond falu dynamics sailing
through heartbreak's stormy
strikes and Lupus fight. 
In an exchange of blows with 
darkness, she steams in granite, 
kindness gleams in a tempo of battles.

A legend true, her...

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My wife found an Indonesian drum that she couldn’t live without,
It was a ceremonial one used to play for all who remain devout.

It had brightly colored beads and paint to decorate its side,
And it grabbed...

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Edith had been suffering from shoulder pain
She'd developed a stoop and only her left shoulder would sag
When she went to see her doctor
He put all the blame on her weighty handbag

One afternoon she had time...

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