"emmi" poems
Trois petits pâtés, ma chemise brûle.
Monsieur le Curé n'aime pas les os.
Ma cousine est blonde, elle a nom Ursule,
Que n'émigrons-nous vers les Palaiseaux !
Ma cousine est blonde, elle a nom Ursule,
On dirait d'un cher glaïeul sur les eaux.
Vivent le muguet et la campanule !
Dodo, l'enfant do, chantez, doux fuseaux.
Que n'émigrons-nous vers les Palaiseaux !
Trois petits pâtés, un point et virgule ;
On dirait d'un cher glaïeul sur les eaux.
Vivent le muguet et la campanule !
Trois petits pâtés, un point et virgule ;
Dodo, l'enfant do, chantez, doux fuseaux.
La libellule erre emmi les roseaux.
Monsieur le Curé, ma chemise brûle !
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A grey night has fallen upon my dusty eyes
A dark road awaits my worn tires
The smell of a musty sleeping bag is faint
As I pack my life into a bag of tears
A cloud of smoke draws sadly into the wind
A tree cracks with old age
I am nothing but a shadow for the stars
As I drive into the night fearing tomorrow
The road is old and torn by dreams
The day is too long it will never end
Thinking of the past is too much to bare
As I drink from the never ending bottle of faith
A stale taste grows old in my mouth
A cigarette burns so slowly and calm
The rain falls to relax my mind
As I shut my eyes just a little too long
A. Emmi 04/04/06
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
Dear Dad.
Its been eighteen years since I seen you last.
Since I seen you smile or heard you laugh.
My best friend, for the short time we had.
My mentor, my hero, my Dad.
How have I been since you went away?
So many things, so much to say.
I met the woman of my dreams.
It didn't work out, that's life it seems.
We had a daughter a little red head.
Love at first sight, just like you said.
Her name is Abigail, she looks a lot like you.
Ill give her my best in everything I do.
I wish you were here to see her grow.
To give her the wisdom that you know.
Don't worry she has an amazing Grandpa.
She loves him dearly, she calls him Guh.
I've had some good times, and my share of bad.
Life's been one hell of a ride, without you Dad.
I miss our long talks, your unbiased advice.
Your never ending love, hard work, and sacrifice.
What I wouldn't give for just one more day.
To tell you everything I want to say.
I hope you would be proud of the man I've become.
All the hardships, and struggles I have overcome.
Now I will look forward, I'm sure I will be fine..
Trying to be a better man one day at a time.
I miss you always, ill never forget this day.
December 30th. When my Dad went away.
A. Emmi 12/30/18
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC
Under me the weight pushes upwards
Contesting all emotion inside my eyes
Looking outward I bare and grit
Loosing balance I tumble and spin
Unparalleled by any past trauma
I craft a future I do not own
Conceding to fate I hold my heart
A heavey burden smoldering slow
A constant thread pulling away
Piling up into a tattered mess
Shattered glass broken once again
Swept up and tossed aside
Sitting idle thoughts asunder
Grazing for a smile a feeling missed
Anxious waiting a hard task indulged
Forever knowing nothing at all
A. Emmi
02/15/18
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC