Long Trundle Poems

Continues the translation of the great Dante's poem written 700 years ago,
 probably the most important poetry ever written in the human story

When my mind returned back, after the stop
Due to pity for two brothers...

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Eminent domain, manifest destiny, usurpation...

Maternal grandfather of mine
long since passed among the living;
He left his Motherland 
before onset of Holodomor,
a policy of the Soviet Union 
aimed at the destruction 
of the Ukrainian nation,
the 1932–1933 genocide...

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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " A Paris " by T. Wignesan

IN PARIS

Paris bores me no end without you
My heart weighted down with melancholia
The spleen given over to asthenia
Empties its own sense of loss on to...

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Eminent domain, manifest destiny, usurpation...

Russian soldiers in general
and Vladimir Putin in particular
perpetrate outright injustice
against Ukrainian population.

Impossible mission to comprehend
the mindset of belligerent, egotistical,
indignant, NeoNazi, tsarist
self anointed totalitarian zealot.

Gross violation of human rights
blatantly carried out
courtesy diabolical...

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How I loved spending a week of the summer holidays with my grandparents. Gramps would come and pick me up in his old pick- up truck, dad would bundle my suitcase into the back and...

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The old ruin sat near the brow of the hill
it had been there for centuries forgotten
none now knew for what purpose it had been used
not even the elders who had many suggestions

A not unattractive looking...

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I'm all swirled up whilst sat so still
Bothered by blusters of half formed thoughts
Tumultuous and treading carefully
With myself
Who I vowed to be kind to

Maybe adrenaline courses about
Attacking little hillocks
Of troubles with 
Highway Man demands of
Flight,...

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Mine emotionally fraught days of yore
spilt presentiment tinged blood
into sucker punched battle fatigued
war weary veteran.

He (yours truly) doth
presently ramble, scrabble, and trundle
across gutted landscape
strewn with psychological potsherds.

Oppressive alienation hashtags me as outcast,
where new born babes...

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The owl and the hawk trapped a mouse on the spot.
Both arguing profusely over who got what.
An equal distance dictated the dual,
Each desiring the mouse, for much needed fuel.

‘I got here first’ said the owl...

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One day I went strolling on the lane that cut through the woods. My mother had warned me; as mothers often do to, “Stay away from the Thorn Woods, cut through the fields instead.” But...

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Ah, the "daily grind" ...
          spin, spin, the big stone wheels,
               ...

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Remember all you see each day
All the things that are around you and
Keep close to all the friends you have
in the bubble that surrounds you

Simple gestures, little things
The stuff that's out of sight, most days
it...

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RIDING THE TRAIN

Catchin' the train to the city makes an interesting day
Peak hours all the workers going to earn their pay
Many nationalities all different in their own way
And then there's the trains always a delay

I...

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Café Watch


Sitting in a café, watching life pass by.
People rushing into shops; important stuff to buy.
Groups of foreign workers, stopping, shaking hands;
Local people bustling by – can’t interrupt their plans.

Outside, a lonely busker tries hard...

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Naked to Nurture.  Naked, to Nurture.



Why not naked into woods?
We yank up gumboots.
Enshroud our piggies in wicking and itching sockbags.
Hoping to holdfast against the forfeiture of bought heat.

The city slickers in their shiny slickers
clasp...

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Variations on the Malay Pantun : The Old Man and the Short Story (Continued)

  for Georges VOISSET, the "Master Keeper-Nurturer" of the Malay Pantun

Check out:  www.stateless.mysite.com/Pantouns-20-Aout-2017.pdf

(The pantun line varies between 8 and 12...

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I long to fold my eyes and softly creep

                    beside the brook of fancy, as it...

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1.

I think love be quite fastidious
With a priggish clear intent
To fester hurly burly
On whom it should torment.

One thing is absolute...
'Tis that and that shall be.
Love's rudimentary motivation
Be to source my misery.

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In the waning darkness of predawn,
they trundle off to work
Hearing the sound of the cock crow,
time stamps another day in the life of a slave
Going off to work in the cotton fields,
or to gather the...

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I don't have a return ticket
not sure if this train
is coming from somewhere or going onward.

In the next seat a 'mick' relative,
we converse in a grunting verse.
Rough hands caked with unspoken words
indicate long pauses.

On the...

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Rejoice each day no matter how much love breaks
Instead cuddle the bundle and trundle of the joy you reap
Rise and migrate to a new platform although love aches.

Improve your love profile to avert new mistakes
Beware...

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I sit on this floor 
and look at this same 
six-sided room,
a die that I continue 
in a trundle manner 
for fortune's fate.

I search for a turnkey, 
which I will not encounter, 
for I am...

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There was no joy when I gave birth,
Scary words kept getting worse.
When my baby boy was born
Every face was quite forlorn.
He came fresh from our Creator
To be placed in an incubator.
I could not take him...

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In A Forest


                       Hearts chanting beating in tandem in a forest

  ...

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Oh, happy are the people who
have loads of chums, both old and new,
who stop and pass the time of day,
or join them when they dine and play.

And yet the luckiest, by far,
are those who know...

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