Long Clive Poems

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The Great PoetrySoup Poets in as of now
1.NoMatter What
2.Roses are Red...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s Twentythird Legal by T. Wignesan

Le vingt-troisième légal

pendant la guerre le peuple devient obéissent de nouveau
plein du respect (et) de la confiance les enfants naïfs dans la foi
la gouvernance nécessaire  ...

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Film Noir

By the lampost at night
with the pale moon shining bright
but obscured by the fog
I saw her in the harbor
standing where my boat lay moored
but she knew that
her azure eyes beckoned me to come
smoke from...

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Film Noir

By the lamppost at night
with the pale moon shining bright
but obscured by the fog
I saw her in the harbor
standing where my boat lay moored
but she knew that
her azure eyes beckoned me to come
smoke from...

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

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There is a large cattle property in the Northern Territory of Australia
   where the bores are named after Famous cricketers and that prompted 
    this piece.

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Transl. of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 4 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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Translation of Eric Mottram's The Nerves of Proust and Sitting Bull by T. Wignesan

Excerpts from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s poetry” by Clive Bush,...

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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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Old Mr. Nicholson
totters across the town square
to the barbershop where
Clive has cut his hair
for the last forty years or so

Not hardly needing
even a trim
but pretending
he has a reason besides
the gossip waiting within

Inside, the shop smells...

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A REQUIEM AND A LOVE.

And I knew before I met him,
That he would be the only one for me
And it would become clear a little too late
That our love would only be a story for...

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I had by no means celebrated Christmas in the past with such love
                  Until thy lord presented thee...

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Why does he treat me like 
I have got no heart to feel his shining wrongs?
         You keep working, a Clive to your laptop like that old...

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P.S. IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 5
Many thanks to you selected poets;
Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so...

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My words wont ever hold a candle to Poe or Byron.
Rhymes about whiskey and loose woman.
No that pulitzer there really is no need in admiring.

For Im the guy that get's wasted and jumps 
over fire.
Gives...

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It all began in the summer of 1876, in which Brother Clive Werthings had returned from 
feeding the sow.  He walked through the kitchen door and into the morning light shining in from the...

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When Clive was nineteen years old
he graduated from high school,
it had taken him five years,
but he would not become a fool.

He’d seen why not two years prior
when is brother John had gang-banged
and was shot down...

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You saw the hidden talents in me
Things that even I couldn’t see
You encouraged me to learn new things
Qualifications and the glory it brings

All the things that I have done
Your support has spurred me on
I wrote...

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Destroyer A Poet ~
Contest Name	Any twisted poem...

My good mate Clive has a probby see, 
he has this one obsession
and though he knows he's being used
love for lady all he's got.
He thinks they were old enemies...

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“...The leftists that you voted for
jacked up the minimum wage,
so new workers like me cannot
get hired, much less get paid.

“And those very same people
ignore foreigners who work cheap,
they can work, and break the law,
But the...

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August 1969, the park, down by the lake
the summer afternoon draws to a close
laughing, screaming, splashing times, our own fun we would make
pure happiness, with torn and muddy clothes.
M.V Britannic was the boat by hand...

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BAD MOORAH-FRANK
Now Bad-Moorah-Frank he weren't a yank
He was Canadiannnnnn.
He didn't like the burglar Hank.
He'd stuff him up again!
Old Hank arrived at quarter to 5.
With jimmy bar and bag...
He sidled up to a window Clive
And stopped...

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Yes Our Edgar was the best,
 when he was hypnotised, 
spoke Greek or German any lingo,
 wisest of the wise.

 He was like Superman asleep, 
Clark Kent, when he was awake.
Country boy not the teachers...

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Upper class clowns and socialists
always whining from their crystal palaces. 
Fine dining ...greasy lipped pimps
Lecturing the working man, on global warming,
who just topped off their private ride
with ozone poking jet fuel piss-

Upper class clowns and...

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Caleb Smith, southern gent so refined,
has an interesting, humorous mind.
He not only can write,
but can farm, fish and fight,
and on critters he hunts he has dined!

Also clever at limericks is Tim.
He does footles for friends...

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