"emi" poems
What happens when an open space, once a canvas to your thoughts,
turn into a dingy cabin, where you are chained to a chair with no lumbar support
and a program is chipped into your brain to decode client briefs, one after the other,
however idiotic they might be,
only to churn out results that will please a super boss,
who has done the same, for n number of years more than you,
so that the numbers that are not on your side, look irrelevant, coz
the money that you are making for the company is very relevant, to them, their family
and the rest of mankind, but you?
You quit.
No, wait
You’ve got EMI’s to pay.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 5:30 AM UTC
Dan Fogelberg – Leader Of The Band Lyrics
An only child alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work
And his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay
A quiet man of music denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once, but his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
My brother's lives were different for they heard another call
One went to Chicago and the other to St Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose and come to know so well
I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And papa, I don't think I said I love you near enough
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
I am a living legacy to the leader of the band
Songwriters: Fogelberg, Dan
Leader Of The Band lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
The bed again, stiff and warm
The ceiling fan,
Dusty and locked to a single speed,
Just enough to keep me cool,
As the blankets warm me up, my spine,
And a few discs that prolapsed,
As I tried my best to relax,
Only to chase down my thoughts
Bringing me down,
I’ll rise
Only to wreck these games
That my mind is playing with
my body and soul,
Only to win this battle of chasing
time with money
fame with persistence
luck with courage,
by looking beyond all that,
and just looking at you,
the love of my life,
my constant, my everything,
you never give up, you never say no,
and here we are, in this crammed up apartment by the sea,
powering through these days like adults,
paying bills, paying rent, saving money,
buying furniture, paying emi’s ,
living, surviving, fighting, counting every single penny,
and yet I can smile, when I look at you,
for all that might not be there in my life at the moment,
ain’t worth thinking about, for I have you,
and that’s all I need, for the world is mine when I see the world through your eyes.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 6:51 AM UTC
I came out kicking I am sure
As did the *** Pistols that night
I screamed and cried
And so did Johnny Rotten
I was a newborn, new to the world
They were newly signed to a record deal
But as I lay in my mother’s arms and began to cry
They cussed on live T.V. and got cut from EMI
Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 11:14 PM UTC
Yesterday they lined up all the boys to give them a good talking to.
After all, when you're about to ask the head priest's daughter for her hand, you must do it the right way.
But of course, they'd only line up the boys, and not the girls who glance and flirt and trail the tips of their fingers along wet gowns when bathing.
It's known that Victoria will kiss anyone who can tame her curls, and Alice leaves violets for those she fancies.
Even a pig recognize that Jacob and Peter have been making eyes at each other for about two summers, and that Matti only longs for books.
Harold's true love is venison, and though he could be won over digestively, Emi is really trying to move towards vegetarianism.
So they told the boys how to carry themselves and some listened in desperate eagerness and earnest and a few planned pranks, and anyone worth their salt could tell it was a disaster.
This morning, the local girls dressed the boys in flowers, as is strange tradition, but then a few joined the line and fairly glowed in their blue linen and lemony cinnamon licorice hair, dripping with petals.
The king laughed and the head priest smirked in bemusement, as it is every year.
And Emi gazed, bored and silent to every proclamation, gift, and oath.
Yet a fourth year had passed without a chosen suitor.
Courtyard emptied, and I drew near her chair as well.
"I have no strange and beautiful art to exhibit or exotic sweet to taste. I do not seek what you will not eagerly give, and I will not ask you to be my wife, but I'd very much like to be your friend ifthatwouldbeokaywithyouthanks."
After all, who doesn't fall in love with Artemis.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
All caution
Is gone
Pumped in blood through your heart
Drained from cuts and bruises
To the skin
Patchwork bandages
Divert hurt away from the surface
Back in, too deep, try one more time
Countless times to bleed but it won't leave
Breathe
Let the toxin escape instead on the exhale
Look over your shoulder
Breathe
While I can breathe out briefly what of all the years?
Look over your shoulder
Divert or divulge,
No change ever comes to speak
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
What happened to the radio?
What happened to the paper?
What happened to smashing
boss tweed?
To triangle shirt fires?
Or leaving half of a tape blank,
Just to **** off EMI?
Was it us?
Did we become the bad guy?
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
We've both crossed the line
let go of each other's hand.
Parted ways on the other side,
only I looked back, but you were gone.
Another try wouldn't hurt
all we needed was each other's comfort.
But in the middle you built a tower,
only you knew I was never a climber.
I love you Cairo, but I have to say goodbye
I can no longer love someone, who I can't reach in the sky.
One day when we meet,
I'll be the Emi you loved, but now just a passerby.
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
My family is an old box of crayons,
broken but still functional.
My dad is the red crayon, taped back together at the middle,
appears oh so strong and powerful.
No one will notice the little things just barely holding it together
My mom is the sky blue, snapped in three.
Even when broken everyone still thinks it’s the prettiest,
because why waste something so beautiful
just because it’s been through bumpy roads?
Ben is the bright yellow, pieced together, paper unravelling at the top.
The color every child needs to add the source of light
in their pretty little pictures.
Every issue, every problem shoved under the paper,
no one can see so it stays bright and inviting at least from afar.
Ally is the bright pink crayon, cracked under the paper.
Some people can’t stand it, perfect paper, pretty color,
but the ones that spend their time coloring with it
Find the cracks and breaks even under perfectly smoothed pretty paper
Nate is the grey crayon, sitting at the bottom of the box still sharp.
No one wants it, except for the few
that find out that it is a key piece in any artwork.
That find out it’s much more than that boring one at the bottom of the box.
And me? I’m the white crayon, broken in half.
No one needs it, why does it even exist?
Broken, still it lightens mistakes
it can’t completely fix them but when it tries
it contributes, even if it is the tiniest bit.
• Emi Munroe-Anderson, 1/7/19 •
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC
**to say silence
judge have to hammer
more sound
to starts saving
bought a piggy bank
an expense
In love
wanted to posses her
but losing myself
limousines on loan
to show am rich
actually slave to EMI
a hundred years old tree was Cut
foreign President to plant sapling
sign of growth between nations
Politician announces
growth for the nation
by raising Income tax
a sacred thing…. my purse
wife and parents afraid to touch
but my daughter plays with that..**
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
Drunk nights, high on life,
Cash in pocket and a bike.
People said invest for FAMILY one day you will have yours, little I knew and I was broke.
Motivated me bought a flat, never did I know life wouldn't be that glad
The best years I paid EMI, became a farmer and lived on rice.
The question I ask , is it worth it?
The answer will come with the FAMILY.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 11:19 AM UTC