Morts Poems - Poems about Morts

...It’s like being hit by a meteor Where there’s no tomorrow It is like doomsday, really Where everything is ugly And absolutely nothing is pretty I just received the bad news That my sister-in-la......Read the rest...

...Do magpies communicate with the dead? It is not uncommon to see magpies in a cemetery Silent and calm, watch over the graves, The flowery tombs and the so dogmatic crosses I often see them in ......Read the rest...

...It is not mandatory However, I feel that it is my duty To respond to Carl Brouard ‘Knowing how to drink is not an art Drinking is not a duty’ But a necessity which is obligatory As it is crucia......Read the rest...

...Liberation of Paris (August 26, 1944) Who would have thought To see American soldiers Under the Arc de Triomphe Marching along Champs Élysées, In the Liberation of Paris; When a short ......Read the rest...

...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 po......Read the rest...

...The long and short of it is . . . forever and a day - one day at a time Life is short and as long as you make it long A bit like sensual sex wha......Read the rest...

...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 Eri......Read the rest...

...Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - I by T. Wignesan ( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham: Solaris, 1992, 62p. Pub. by Y......Read the rest...

...I took a trip to Paris, France and of course I wanted to see all the attractions, walk the boulevards, see the museums and art galleries, linger at an outdoor cafe watching people stroll while si......Read the rest...

...Here lies Nasal Morts Wife shot him Nasal made one too many snorts......Read the rest...

...Klacatoo – Translation of Kevin Gilbert ‘s « Klacatoo » by T. Wignesan On nous avait coincé sur la rive de Lachlan un endroit qui s’appelle Klacatoo là où nous rassemblions au coucher du sole......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...La plainte au lever du jour pour les Morts – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “Dawn Wail for the Dead” by T. Wignesan (Note: The style of the original smacks of hurried note-taking, say, by ......Read the rest...

...Weird, strange, illusion, dream, nonsense; words plenty since ever To overcome fear, avoid confusion, maintain commonsense or whatever! But this story of mine is an experience I record as game of n......Read the rest...

...Rêves perdus, rêves morts Les fleurs dansent Les fleurs chantent Le printemps est ici Je suis, pas loin d'ici Dans la forêt Dans une cabine Caché Avec mon cœur Rien ne me touche ici ......Read the rest...