Long Versification Poems

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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Just in case you wondered...

Yours truly, (i.e. I) quickly
became hypnagogic afore
subsequently segueing soundly
into autohypnosis booklore,
while binge reading courtesy

regarding aptitude chore
treasure trove books galore
five dollars as many
paginated fictitious stories ('bout deplore
hubble basket cases) fit into authorized...

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Part Two


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Shine on me, Sunshine

Pretty woman where do your secrets lie
Empty arms and stolen dreams
Your stares of cold pale blue
Lavender brazen fire moods

You walk into a room bold and without shame
     With...

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Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow I lost my  w a y -
Forgetting all the heartache and sorrow I found a way to  s a y ...

MY passion is within my journal-
  ...

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Alas, never seen along scenic highways and byways anymore,
(Now, tacky billboards clutter roads from shore to shore!)
Are the pithy Burma-Shave signs displayed in red and white,
That provided the traveling public with so much delight!

Signs were...

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My little versification remains
I versify to satisfy 
Beautify and dignify
Our union

My Amazon
Flourishes in honesty and dignity
Glows in beauty and sanctity
Flawlessly flaunting your scintillating
Curvature with all courtesy and curtsy

My Arkhaggelos
With an angelic benign voice
Warbling sonorously to...

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I'll write to you of medieval ages,
Foreign lands,knights and of many sages.
Medieval verse,and versification
With ancient meter I shall imitate,
To flesh out this age's animation.
And stories fictional and real I'll tell.

The souls of sundry virtues and...

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I drum my fingers dreaming of poetic notions as is my bent,
But for the life of me, I can think of nothing on which to vent!
I fervently hope my well of imagination will never run...

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Dedicate to human rights Mr. Anna Hazare activist that fought for free corrupt Indian society. 
this poem is a result of my disappointment.
Inhabitable lineal consanguinity, paraphernalia under the subordination.
A resourceful visible Bond, to colonize the...

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I long to write metaphors in shades mosaic 
Paint the peace that denies within 
In my mind harness liquid essence poetic
This conscience which now dances amidst a violent wind

I wish to empathize with the Monarch...

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The night became as dark as an Alaskan day,
below the moon was a raven that disappeared-
her whole dim existence was now in disarray,
for it was the raven’s fierceness that interfered.
The veiled moon unexpectedly empty and...

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how much has been burnt 
the lips of the aalpanaa
by the heat of the blue letters 

the absentmindedness  
that can penetrate this flavour  
gets hullo-cut
coming to the wedding-relation 

do fly oh bird 
yet...

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Writing poems is a poet's biz
  Yet no one knows what a poem is
They used to be structured, meter and rhyme
  But that was long ago, at the edge of time

iT becaMe aLl...

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In the manner of President John Quincy Adams


My inmost soul will serve my God.
He is my sure defense.
He's my salvation and my rock.
I'll not be greatly moved.

Those men who plot for my demise
Are like a...

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Darken the ashes darken the moon this here shade is color of my heart,

Words obsolete versification sin feel like a bike to the tire air is need to reverse,

Salt ice move the moon just a...

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O Lord, you search me and you know
Whene’er I stay or go,
Perceive my thoughts from far away
And guard me every day.

Before I plan to say a word,
You know it all, O Lord,
For all my days...

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BLANK    PAGE.
 

Again I have to cross
A blank page for travel
A wide desert spread
Spaces to far away lands
Which seems even sterner
For the words to instruct
Vehicle of subtler thought
Movement for the select. 
...

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BLANK    PAGE.
 

Again I have to cross
A blank page for travel
A wide desert spread
Spaces to far away lands
Which seems even sterner
For the words to instruct
Vehicle of subtler thought
Movement for the select. 
...

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BLANK    PAGE.
 

Again I have to cross
A blank page for travel
A wide desert spread
Spaces to far away lands
Which seems even sterner
For the words to instruct
Vehicle of subtler thought
Movement for the select. 
...

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Lift up your voice and shout it out,
Declare my people’s sin.
Tell Israel her doom is near;
Soon judgment shall begin.

You think that I will see your works,
I see the heart instead.
In arrogant self-righteousness
Its offerings are dead.

But...

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