Samuel S Williams: Poems

Samuel S Williams Dec 2011

I know you're reading this.
You.
Sat there.
In you bedroom,
Probably on your bed.
Reading. This.
Expecting poetry to drip from the page like honey.
A tall tale of freedom, a hero, a damsel in distress.
Longing to be saved.

I don't know if I can.
I don't know what to do.
I see you, I mean her,
The damsel in distress but...

If she'd just throw me a rope down,
I could easily climb up to help you.
I mean her....

Poetry

Samuel S Williams Dec 2011

Poetry

We break here.

Poetry is meaningless, irreproachable,
Irrational, Unmotionable, unemotionable,
Or is it?

Could it be the record of man's struggle, internal and external,
To this world of unjust pain, unnecessary violence and tiring unrest.

Or the poor man's perspective.
His gloomy outlook upon a gloomy world
A world in which the power of love loves everything except
Peace, the fellow man and morality.
That hates happiness, humour and humility.

Of glowing sunshines and dark shining moons
A sky set violet balloon,
Let loose from a sand dune
On a glorious beach somewhere.
Somewhere peaceful, loving, humble.

The Crow

Samuel S Williams Jan 2012

The Crow

The Crow flies.
Along the 5th motorway car to car,
Past the French coast flying,
Flying.
The ***** black winds, worn and battered
From the ride, the constant ride.
Truck to truck, warm to cold, stranger to friend.
Friend to Comrade.
Preaching my Gospel of love and peace.
The time has come for love and peace.

But the Crow still flies,
His nest destroyed long ago
His brothers and sisters scattered amongst the wind.
The cool, harsh, stinging sea air wind
Of Portsmouth, Southampton, Bristol.
Goodbye, so long, see you soon.

The Crow flies again,
Protected and blessed by Elohim.

The meditating Crow,
Calm to fly once more.
Is this the last?
He promises yes but his heart
Says the opposite;

Fly Crow ‘till you find a better world,
A peaceful world,
A loving world,

A Crow’s world.

So fly Crow,
Fly away and fly safe,
Preaching in the wind,
Travelling in the wind,

Crowing in the wind.

— The End —