Long Womanhood Poems

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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Turning the maxim familiarity breeds contempt on it's head...
not just in time for Valentine's Day
but the remaining days of our lives
as the world turns
on all our children
the young and restless
now grown to womanhood

After being married
for...

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I AM HARMONICA DEONTIA BALDWIN!

Somebody said Harmonica Baldwin was a smart child.
That she would grow into her womanhood and set the world afire.
Her characteristics inform her personality.
Harmonica Baldwin is magnetic.
She is perceptive and mindboggling.
Within, Harmonica...

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I have been writing this verse since last night
But my heart was so heavy, my tongue cleaved  
To the roof of my mouth and it felt as though 
Something has fallen through the roof
I...

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Unquotable quotes: Gals, Dolls, Bitches and Broads – XXXVII

( No aspersions are being cast here, willingly or otherwise, on the fairer, stronger and infinitely more sagacious sex. Even if these over-used words are somewhat overloaded...

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The Bad, Bad Boy 

My Dear, sweet China Flower :

   The Oriental fragrance of you lingers on, it has permeated the very fibers of my mind and my home.
   I am,...

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A kettle can never call a pot black 
Are they not from the same world of pain?
I swing my Ego in one last time of my life
And i was caught in the absence of hundred...

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Fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honor with heart deeper 
Than deepest sea;full 
Of mysteries.
 Mother of all humans.
Mystery herself,emanates 
power and 
confidence-alas!the 
Egocentric man has 
Centuries tried to strip 
Her of...

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1. To the clear bidding for one, a mug wump it stands
showcasing mouthwatering care but with dirty hands
for trophy, for lust, all in a virulent game
changing faces and smiles and treating them the same
so surrounded...

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**Every pace change --are the voices of poets sharing his/her Ribbon** 

"PINK LADIES"  
  
The phone rings, 
The clock dings,

I scream, scream, and scream:

I can’t grasp what is real
I can’t inhale the lives...

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I been heartbroken a lot
I been cheated on a lot
I never cheated on a girl in my life
Just them doing it   to   me.
It’s funny how in the beginning   we...

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Children's Poems VI

These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. 



Springtime Prayer
by Michael R. Burch

They'll have to grow like crazy,
the springtime baby geese,
if they're to...

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For few days between the shaking and shattering of my consciousness, 
The soft arms of Silence 
Wrap around my aching torso 
And pretend to soothe the ever-rapid
Battering of my heart. 

In those few days, 
Between...

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Under a tall cottonwood tree that grows along the curb...
  two burly men stand next to a giant truck, and smoke one last cigarette...
          ...

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Slow and steady that growth this Land,
Of the free and brave at hand,
Manliness runs along,
In his heart a woman’s song,

To her husband does she sing,
Strengthens him when war bells ring,
He fights for justice, stands a’talls,
From...

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Hildegard of Bingen, aka the Sibyl of the Rhine, was a German christian mystic who had visions of the Love of God beginning at age three. 

“Cry out, therefore, and compose!”—Hildegard von Bingen, Scivias, translation...

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On the sixth day of the waxing moon
In the sixth month*, there is a boon
Mother Durga comes to her father’s home
On top of the Himalayan dome  
   
She is the epitome of...

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Come see my world where the body is found
After the feast of worms is done; come see torn apart
The life and prospects skipping rope in children's heart
The dust drizzles atop the sutured sound
And eyes litany...

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So many faces moved through the desks in my classroom
                   sitting uncomfortably at first
   ...

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considering the inanity of writing a poem
 without  any idea  of a subject
  to write about has not deterred me 
from blindly filling the first sentence with words of little or no...

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Youthful temptress, aging oracle,
Nymph-like debacle, Gorgon spectacle,
Retreat from retribution’s precipice,
And a transient victory wrought by avarice,
To listen to a parable
Devoid of the empirical.

Several centuries ago in the land of the Saracen,
You were born to a...

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Looking at an old photo of myself at age 13,
I see a girl, rail-thin, but on the verge of womanhood.
Her hair hangs in long pigtails and she wears a modest top with shorts
as she sits...

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I still cannot breathe fresh air after tarrying in this place for five long years, I still cannot breath fresh air, my stomach is stiff and the salt is burnt out of the atmosphere, the...

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She held her mother’s hand
As tears made their way
Down the face called
“Exquisite, beautiful, charming”…
The face that had been her comfort

She could not absorb the pain in her words
“Nothing…I feel...nothing
If I could only feel a little...

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"Before The Gates Of Alahsar." 
By,
Michael .P. Clarke.

(Bardic Style)

(Original Short Version)

(Version-1)

Sweet Alahsar, thy golden crowns
adorned the sky of verdant blue,
sweet land of dream, throne of Amethyst,
land of sunlight, ever shining.
Children of the mortal kind,
on silver...

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