Ronde Poems - Poems about Ronde

...Weep, vortex of a lineblurrer! Asleep you can view far beyond; Keep your chaotic spiral close, sweep clean leave ideas en ronde; Deny who you are at the core, lie to those who need honesty; ......Read the rest...

...I can’t stop thinking, That the earth is round, round Like African women, That the seagulls are white, That dogs are crazy, They bark at poets, writers, I can’t stop thinking, That the sun i......Read the rest...

...She wears curtains in her eyes Uses them like a surgical knife Draws them closed each day To cut and blank out her daily life And she slides in the needle That helps her to find The matching op......Read the rest...

...Beyond this poetry with soups far apart, Cabbage with snail traces of temptation, "Papana?i" in sweet palace of cheese, "Gumboti" - plum dumplings`nation Scented with cinnamon on their knees Kin......Read the rest...

...Translation of Les Moulins de mon Cœur-THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND by T. Wignesan (For the orignal text in French by Eddy MARNAY : see here below. The English version by Marilyn and Alan BERGMAN......Read the rest...

...The first time laying eyes on you I would have never knew You an angel whose radiance from their smile Surrounding us, when we walked down the aisle, Would spin my world in blissful charms. Whos......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...

...When crocuses first blazed beneath the trees as harbingers of warmth and light to come, I met you, and the curved continuum transported us beyond high summer's ease. Thanks be to God above ......Read the rest...

...When crocuses first blazed beneath the trees as harbingers of warmth and light to come, I met you, and the curved continuum transported us beyond high summer's ease. Thanks be to God above ......Read the rest...

...MOON MORGANS On a clear night long about October’s end When the wind is wailing a dies irae And your brain befitting the season is newly webbed With la ronde des lutins (the round of t......Read the rest...