Long Tambourine Poems

As winter hazes of January spraying
While I was meditating on how
To write this riveting poem which
Seemed to be for someone who
I never cast in my sight.
Despite her name is not an odd in me
But I...

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Translation of Les Moulins de mon Cœur-THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND by T. Wignesan

(For the orignal text in French by Eddy MARNAY : see here below. The English version by Marilyn and Alan BERGMAN differs...

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Metaphor of outrage, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Metafora del desafuero

			                    ( In celebration of...

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I love Spectacled
I love Spectacled
And Merry Christmas
And Merry Christmas
December is the month
You have eyes Nagina
one for the sake of your appearance
Winter is the heart of discomfort everyday Titurta
That's why you see Para- Begahe
Inexplicably the right...

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Excitedly we travelled to the fair.
   As fragrant scents of flowers filled the air.
   Dawns gift of light showing sights enthralling.
   Dewdrops mirror, broken pearlstrings falling.
   Sunshine...

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Poet Thy Fear, Should Have Thee Cast Onto Page

Poet thy fear, should have thee cast onto page
Sank ink deep into paper for posterity
Others have endured despair and insane rage
Failure to act denotes not weak temerity

Now...

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My feet is moving but I am standing on the ground, my heart is reeling, and I want to get out of this miserable town; fraudsters and haters all gather around knocking the tambourine and...

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Far off the beaten track and trail
        on quest for music’s Holy Grail
led pilgrims on biblical scale 
         more than...

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She came upon me in a dream deep down from within my destination

Which coursed the mind and soul of years for my memories' inspiration

The path was crowded with bouncing hooves and wagons decorated

With fantasies ornaments...

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Ethel Hurst

1889 – 1918

I saw the town rise up
Like a single blade of grass after a spring rain.
I played a multitude of hop-scotch games
With my best friend Hannah on Penn Street.
And sipped a hundred ice...

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life had written an etude in D minor and barely gave him a pass

D for defeat denial disintegration dour reprise of the inevitable

bottom of the class for society sang to its dominant song book

while he...

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WALKING WITH RUMI

It’s a religious routine, his impious
use of scripture and prayer calling on god
for salvation and sustenance, purity of heart,
perhaps a way better job, or some actual proof
that his people still matter
His, is a...

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Unwana, Unwana, I have chosen you amongst the daughters of men,
amongst the maidens of my felon tribe, 
to bear the torch of our waning kindred…

Unwana, I have chosen you, favoured one, out of the delights...

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SABBATH

Tradition has the Sabbath
as a day of rest and contemplation,
a day of thoughtful appreciation of
what manifestly belongs to the Lord
Tradition says the Sabbath should be
the studious realm of sura and testament,
chapter and verse, call and...

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When you arrive at Gibeah of God, where the garrison of the Philistines is located, you will meet a band of prophets coming down from the place of worship. They will be playing a harp,...

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Daniel had an old guitar...
That he could never play 
It sat stood in it's stand... 
Until he took it out one day 
And Daniel never taught himself...
How to play that old guitar 
He never thought...

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We would go to the forgotten towns of west Texas
Places that we couldn’t name and hunt for their souls
Sometime it was on the roadside a place they had been abandoned
Sometimes in and old house broken...

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rudiments of the day progress like every other
matches burning 1 by 1 so quick 
one can lose count &
if the practice is to tally up the path to death
step by step by step
(as if the...

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I’m the unchained melody hidden within your
Inner soul, the lustful beating heart that ravishes
The male beneath submission’s wrath, leaving nothing
To remain but ashes of erotic residue behind.
I’m the lunar temptress, illuminating thy forbidden desires
By the...

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THE LUNAR GODDESS

In the darkness of the lunar eclipse, a figure shimmers in brilliance,
The moon gypsy sparkles to the shinning on high, dancing in rhythm with
Motions moonbeams, that flicker in the elegance on the waters...

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balls games and bulls
" oh dear and oh no....the elephants are going to the ball game"......speaking clicking clock cloth tells the time but never yells for yelling is a yearling and yearlings never argue with...

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Kristel had some old scores to settle for good or for better

She had tried the violin with no significant results other

Than a crystalline chandelier shattering quite frequently

When she raised the bow after too shrieking concertos

In...

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Leaving London

A thousand flickered lights
Beat out neon
Fantasies animation
Jerks its pseudo motion
Feet by fifty foot tall
On the south river board walk

Juke box gangsters one-armed bandit
Hang street corners
From the eyes red light
By cliché shop windows
Of a thousand...

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Praise the Lord! Sing to Him a new song
only the godly can do this fully right
rejoice evermore in your great king
feast on His beauty such a beautiful sight

Be always ever with a heavenly vision
even in...

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1. Das Ritual (Satis Shroff)

Eine betagte Dame sitzt auf dem Boden
und spielt ein Tamborin.
Die anderen sitzen im Kreis.
Plötzlich legt sie das Tamborin beiseite,
Steht auf und verläßt den Raum.
Sie lebt in einem Altersheim.
Sie öffnet ihre Zimmertür,
Schaut...

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