Tag: POETRY
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Christmas, It Will Come
By Emmanuel Williams * I have fell on my sword And fallen on ice I slipped into drugs And came out barely right * Christmas, it will come And the pain will subside * I have killed mice and mood And drank much to my fill I have scraped off the paint And led troops…
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Sincerely, Tinkerbell…
By Emmanuel Williams * Oh Peter I’m here when you need me Whether you see me Or ever free me * Oh Peter If only I could tell you How much I’ve loved you How I’ve needed you… * Peter, it’s me Tinkerbell You know, I’m the fairy Hope that it isn’t too scary *…
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Poem of the Masochist
By Emmanuel Williams * I will take my pain Adore all shame Take all blame All in the name * With my steps forward I take one back I am guilty of loving it My evil lacks not * There is nowhere to run Let the darknesses come Lightning pierce the sky A burden, I…
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Beloved Unknown!
By Emmanuel Williams * Things surely have gone askew I have nothing less to do For I cannot say what I wish to say And I cannot be at fault for honesty’s delay * You and I are in this together As I wish to tell the complete tale That is for another day And…
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Oh Trump
By Emmanuel Williams * Oh you escape artist You pompous frictionist Aging hypocratist Problematic president! * Oh Trump You’re like a mother took a dump A rotten orange still plump A truck at the pump * Queen of the sycophant bees Lies that grow on trees Supreme Court on its knees CONGRESS IRONING YOUR TEES!…
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Out of Control Strangers
By Emmanuel Williams * Control On a roll of evolution I have divided control * You are you As much As I am I And it’s just * I expect so much Or at least I used to Much of me And so much of you * But you are an unknown A stranger wind…
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What’s the ANGLE with Marriage?
By Emmanuel Williams When one marries, they find themselves committed to a family, one they married into mostly. One they might create, and if they are successful, they have, congratulations, produced children less prone to poverty and crime. When one is alone, one finds love where one can. In the bottom of the well, at…
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Witch Spirits!
By Emmanuel Williams * The wine is thy friend Said my friend once again From his heart, this refrain As his chest lay bare slain * He drew from his chalice With gladness, with malice With practice * And spit from his tongue As there never was one To filter once word had begun *…
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I Wait For… (Lament)
By Emmanuel Williams I wait for… I wait for the moment I can hit my pillow Bury my face, and know no sorrow I wait for love I wait to cry I wait to sleep I wait for lovers For enemies For friends who belong to me I wait for drink I wait for party…
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One With the Birds, One With the Beasts
By Emmanuel Williams I am one with the birds I am one with the beasts I fly, I soar I hunt, I breed I run, I fuck, I flee I wait, I test I want to be the best I drink, I eat I hug every tree And through the great wind I can see…
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The Beholder’s Eye
By Emmanuel Williams Beauty inspires desire A woman’s beauty inspires possession Her current lover sickens you Any lover, really, that isn’t you Then you finally do The years of you two The kindness, the sex, and conversation The love, the debates… accusations Then you are alone again You struggle to find beauty desirable And study…
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A Word From Sir Cupid
By Emmanuel Williams The world is at it’s end And I have put you there I’m the last you would ask And the first you would pass But you see I hold the key I am the matchmaker The craftteacher You morons, I am Cupid Love after love I give you the above Your man,…
