Long Viol Poems

Les Protecteurs – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “The Protectors” by T. Wignesan

(Note: Oodgeroo never claimed to write poetry à la manière des poètes occidentaux; she said - without mincing words – her lines were sheer...

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Is the time of our departure (harpazo) from earth near?
The answer is yes.  In the month of March 17, 2025, a
You tube podcast featured a little boy of only seven years
old.  This was...

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Le Problème avec des Blancs – Translation of Jim Everett’s « The White Man Problem » by T. Wignesan

(Jim Everett, Mawbana Pleregannana, b. 1942 on Flinders Island, Tasmania, has had a chequered career and like...

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How melancholic was the silent Saint Peter's Basilica
without a melody played by the bearded deacon,
priest of the Camelites who died in sea-washed Licata;
there, the Viol was played by Angelic of Jerusalem!  
For years, it...

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War ain’t a kosher thing
The killing of innocent human beings
was never FDA approved
(From Da Almighty)

Ebenezer fiscals’ hands be closed tighty
	to the citizen poor
But they openly solicit those laborers’ loyalty,
before sending them off to war

Dem silver-loving...

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Sarcophagus beetles gnaw on these bones
buried in the catacombs
They still have zombie feast needs of me 
long after I’m gone

The scratching on the whited stones
of the sunken mausoleum,
brings the chorus of the viol worms to...

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A STUDY IN VIOLET

This treasure house of objets d’art
Littered with plots and storylines
A room encrusted with jewels of history
Inviolate – and undisturbed.

Over there, a military tunic
Blue – and in such fine condition.
Pale lapels perhaps too...

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...As the years went by Nick’s playing
came less often, as he wandered,
he just became a vagabond,
going to almshouses in winter.

That’s how he came to Watertown
in the sad last year of his life,
they say he didn’t...

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Black faces of wooly lost voices,
do you hear the siren call
of Little Miss Bo Peep?

Can you see her waving 
a dollar ensign,
Grand Opening mall flag?

Does this retail muzak rhapsody
securely lull you to sleep?
You got so...

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Drink the water of mountain brook
Sweet and clear, it fills you with joy
Try it once, very soon you’re hooked
Much like ale, in thirst, to enjoy

Ancient music, from ages gone by
Is like stream, crystal clear ’n...

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Written: December 02, 2024 
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At dawn cradle, 
Dew blankets...

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Digging up buried bones of the past,
formaldehyde memories ... crypt debris
Re-examining works long dead,
suspicions placed once again
under the microscope

Detect an exhumed lie,
skeletal remains 
of a premature buried alibi

Neurotic twisted logic 
Myelin tears fill the missing...

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When I think about the definition of beauty
When I think about beauty that's true
All thoughts lead me down the same boulevard 
And that boulevard then leads me to you 

Place a kiss on your cheek,...

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Farcical characters of ill gestures,
they be no friends of mime

Mute clown suits
wearing viol marionette smiles
all of the puppet string time

I tell you, of a silent truth,
those pretzel-tongue jester troupes
are theatrical buffoons 
spoofing on a global...

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