Long Vers Poems

I discovered a poem longing in my heart, it is for you, 
And it is about you, my sweetheart. This poem resembles you.
I wrote it this morning, before the arrival of the auroral shadow.
Her words...

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Poetic Encryption Like Ancient Egyptian

This terror and threat to poetic clarity,
Becomes a pet rock for some poets.

Words do count for sure, but so does
Clarity unless poets put a mask on.

Encryption can be used to mask...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s 1922 Section 1 by T. Wignesan

for David Attoe

Notre devise pourrait être: ‘que nous nous ne soyons pas envoûtés’
Wittgenstein in Zettel

laissez pendre   la graisse   sans cou
où la tête...

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The Deception of Free Verse: Dreams I, Translation of Etiemble’s L’imposture du vers libre by T. Wignesan 

(From René Etiemble’s only poetry collection: le Coeur et la cendre: soixante ans de poésie (the heart and...

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 Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 1 by T. Wignesan

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Ne soyons pas rancunier – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “Let us not be bitter” by T. Wignesan

(Note : The fiery fearless rebel of Where we going (1964) and The Dawn is at Hand (1966) –...

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Le Courlis poussa des cris -Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal's The Curlew Cried by T Wignesan


 (Note d’Oodgeroo : Le courlis fut le frère d’aborigènes. Il venait trois nuits de suite pour pousser des cris près...

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These days I seek no more than this, discernment, verse gets heard,
a comment’s icing on the cake, but ratings are absurd.
A ‘one’ could be my best review, a ‘five’ the praise of fool,
a compliment, fraud’s...

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Broken Pieces

There is a rare and beautiful vessel of pottery
Moulded and shaped to an exquisite piece of work
The potter’s loving hands have taken great care
To bring it to perfection.
It is smooth and colourful with just...

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As I take my poetic pencil to describe, 
birth, 
     death ,  
               earth  
                      and life.
I see a young Jason coming, screaming 
Loud, loudly in the presence of those nursing
As the  darkness walks away...

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Transl. of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 2 with a Clive Bush comment on Mottram's poetry 

Excerpt from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s...

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French Version -

Demain, dès l'aube by Victor Hugo

Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de...

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OPEN

Each
      chiselled
                     line
enamel
       ...

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Poets, Open Your Treasure Chest Of Words

Poets, dare to present what your heart speaks
let it roam other realms, true meaning seek,
venture into lands with magical shores
sail a hundred ships, seek a thousand more!

Answer Art's greatest...

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Translation of " Bury Me in a Free Land " by Frances E. W. Harper
(Homage to Frances Ellen Watkins HARPER, the First Black Lady of America, 1825 - 1911, Orphan, Poet, Novelist, Civil Rights Activist,...

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HEAVEN'S NATURE WITNESS OUR DREAM

Outstretched maternal skies
bleeding slowly as the sun smiles,
running golden rays 
fugue flux flowed by,
frozen bear-shaped clouds
extend their arms to hug the beams.
Charmingly, the light meets
the earth with a tender embrace...

Escaped warmth...

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down this road and a further mile,
lies success pot to make you smile,
I have been down this road before,
Son! so it’s true and not folklore!

chorus
so drive with hope and drive with heart,
go give your life...

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(La ballade de) La femme Woor – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “The Woor Woman” by T. Wignesan

Le chasseur Bhoori demandit de la colline,
Puisque le ciel à l’ouest était de rouge,
Et le monde entier devenait triste...

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Les mots se heurtaient incapables de s’ordonner
Je ne me force pas oui je me force de m’exprimer 
Je sens ma main flétrie par un silence impérissable 
Est-il venu le temps de me venger ou d’extérioriser...

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The emotion of your call came over me and I can't stay impassible 
this silent keyboard which I can get wonderful sound
my fingers are moving, and can not resist petting and be sensible
the first notes...

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I am a poet
I sprinkle hearts
With verses, flowers
Rhymes and kisses
In front of this mute
Beauty
Which moves away
And that I ogle
Oh! Woman
Madam
God has opened up the Heaven
To meet and greet us
Two chalices of honey
Are near the oasis
You...

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t’s not us who decide
Of the order of stars,
Of the brightness of the Great Bear,
Nor the furtive appearance of a shooting star,

It’s not us who decide
Of the place of Jupiter in the sky,
The size of...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s “Fortieth Legal” by T. Wignesan

(From: The Legal Poems. Colne: Pub. by Robert Bank at the Arrowspire Press, 1985, 39p.
Here’s an extract from the blurb by Allen Fisher, dated December 1985:

“They record...

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Sommeil, vient à vous que vous fermez vos yeux. 
Dérive dans les profondeurs de votre esprit. 
Flottant dans de nombreux endroits. 
Toucher sur aucun. 

Soudain, je suis devant vous. 
Comme, je marche vers vous, 
vos...

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"Escalating the Muse"



Written on the body
passive complacence
stretches sharp ink 
etched pain in the soul
then real beauty 
from the 
Book of Truth, 

a page moored
in transparent skin 


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Black, 
tattooed ceremonially
on the tongue
speaks diaphonous
Freedom

Written on the body
stretches...

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