Long Madeleine Poems

“SUMMER”



Where 
has Summer 
gone?

The world 
has lost 
Summer

Sweet 
little 
dream

missing 

all those other 
beautiful  
small dreams 

seen as toys
small and 
inconsequential 

casually tossed aside, 
disposable play,
things

pure shining lights
smiling eyes once so bright, 
switched off,

'neath...

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It was September 
Of one thousand 
Nine hundred seven
The end of summer
With apples lying thickly
Under the apple trees
And the smell of Autumn
Covering the grass
Filled with ripe yellow
And orange squash
He was born in a little
Wooden house...

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The Wedding Ceremony of the Dead, Part One, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Les Noces de la Mort by T. Wignesan

Orgy of stone !
I drank hate in your inferior parts
And bathed during a wild summer our...

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Here are tribute poems for exceptional children and teachers who should be alive today:

Emilie Parker,
the horror grows starker
as we see your sweet image
and cringe at the carnage;
but dear, how you mesmerize
with those vivid blue eyes
and...

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I have known:
   of wise detectives catching crooks
   of "Thought Police" revising books
   a shipwrecked family named Robinson
   of lion, witch, and wardrobe magic
   Heathcliff's...

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Trinbago massive


A lady in America asking me
To tell her something bout Trinidad
She planning a vacation soon
And want to go there real bad

She wants to hear everything
About the culture and the foods
Steel pan and calypso 
And...

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HELLO
Hello.. Adele, It,s me
Could you please stop calling me all the time
I don't know about England
But in USA that is a crime

Hello.. Adele 
You're in California dreaming
About us from long ago
But right now I'm the...

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I write only for you,
Not for the king, so smart,
Not for Paris,
Not for the mirrors of the sky,
I only write for you.

I do not write for the abbot
Who weeps before God,
I don’t write for the...

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Grandmother

Remember my grand mother
Use to sit in the gallery
And what ever she wanted 
Use to call my brothers or me

She was born deformed
But she never let it get her way
She would be walking with her...

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Amy Green, Poet Destroyer and Skitty S.K.A.T. Pooh.
Just a few of the Great Women I've made love to here at the soup.
Carolyn Devonshire and Sara Kendrick too
and Andrea Dietrich, you fire cracker you.
A Rambling Poet,...

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A man talking loud in the subway
For every body to hear
He talking about his country
And the beautiful women they have down there

Well I open my ears now
I playing “maco “I want to hear
Now every one...

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A lady on high street with ah tight pants
 And all the men turn and watching she
 Well I pretend I didn’t notice
 But in the corner of my eyes I look to see
 
...

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Color blind


I was making my last trip
Before I go home tonight
But when I reach San Fernando
She stops me by the traffic light

I said where to lady 
She said ste Madeleine
And I saw her in the...

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Gold medal

Since he was a child
Would pretend he won gold
And gets his medal
Being cheered by the world

 Wake up this morning
Is a young African 
He puts on his old shoes
Wants to be an Olympian

Running the...

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(On 28 June 1914, in the Balkan town of Sarajevo,
an attempt to assassinate a royal Austrian duke
failed miserably ... or did it?  Gabriel Princips, one
of the plotters, stopped for a coffee and by chance
saw...

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Sonia Esmee Florence Butt   ( work in progress )

The year 2014 comes to a close
Another unsung hero passed on, from a time long ago
Poets free to express our thoughts
Due to the bravery of...

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Four Cafes

Winter mists swirl up from puddles on the cobblestones blurring the names of the four cafes facing the narrow boulevard.  Townspeople and visitors walk briskly with their heads down, collars up, against January’s...

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Oliver Cromwell 
had king Charles beheaded;
and earnestly prayed he’d go to Hell
or there at least be headed.


Maximilien de Robespierre
was superstitious about beer
and why? Because it is said,
he noted how beer quickly lost its head.


Mary Baker...

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Chimney

Remember when we was small
Growing up in ste Madeleine
Going down the line
And by the pond now and then

Like the long Palm lace street 
That leads to the sugar factory gate
We would play all-day 
An always...

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It was my evening, that's
For sure - 
"Its your aura"
For sure - 
At last I'm good
At something.
"Spot the Equity card!"
"When are you going
To be a superstar?"
Said Sarah.
That seemed to be 
The question 
On everyone's lips....

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Wicked


She can play any game
Better that all the boys
When they lose she high fives
 And like to make some noise

She’s always the first choice
To be on your team
And when they win
She likes to go for...

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Would Poke Than Provoke Until Broke

had heard when they poke
potential was to provoke
would do until broke

we read about Jobe
was wild when he wore a robe
earing in each lobe
(in room had a globe)

had been cynical
when war...

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I have so many crush everywhere
Palpable and inner beauties, seen and felt somewhere
Likeness of Hedy, Audrey, Soraya, Oona, Grace, Lucille, Jayne, Yvonne, Sophia, Brenda, Ingrid, Connie, Timi, Anne, Patti, Juice, Janie, Janis, Minnie/Andrea, Deniece, Stacy,...

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(after Charles Baudelaire)

Around me hurled and roared Place Madeleine: 
and you were tall and svelte, in funeral dress, 
majestic in your grief. One deft caress 
set your hem dancing. And I knew it then. 

Such...

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Sleeping beauty has reawakened, and it is springtime again,
So like the younger days, when you skipped with Madeleine.
Purple hyacinths and daffodils, are fragrant in the meadows,
And the bush near the house, is colored with burgundy...

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