"willi" poems
In an instance,
I felt a calmness sweep across my body.
My body free of any restriction.
Her being my release.
Sweet liberties
Utilized by the touch of lips.
A period punctuated by perched lips.
Released in ounces of color.
The way she loved.
My tongue swirled around hers.
Fingers wrapped around her waist.
Brown peach flavored skin.
My addiction a place for her to stay,
Her bag broken down; piece by piece.
A home away from home.
Until the day she left.
I consulted family, I reached out to friends.
They say that she's no good
They say leave her be.
Truth be told
My vacancy left colorless.
Bland.
My tree grown fruitless
Revealed to me in bitter hunger.
The realization of perception.
Nothing left to fill my hands.
This vacancy punishable by death.
A ****** filled by her alone.
My fingers around her waist.
Her love sticky, sweet.
Swirling around my tongue.
My eyes left low
Anticipating her return.
They say that she's no good
They say leave her be.
Truth be told
I haven't spoken to them since
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
Every couple of days.
She comes around.
She claims to not like me.
She looks the other way.
When she needs me
She knows where to find me.
Reaching with open arms.
When no one is around she professes her love.
There is no other.
She breaks my heart.
The start of another week.
She claims to not like me.
She calls late night.
Apologizing for what she's done.
I never felt so bad.
It's coming to an end.
In another couple of days.
Things'll be back the same.
The same old same old.
Both our selfish ways.
She knows where to find me.
I have no clue where she is
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
The red car stopped on the arc of the hill at the corner of Corrupt Avenue and ******* Boulevard and let out a young woman with skin a dark brown hue who looked like life had hit her with everything including the bathroom commode.
"Thanks for the inks and the ride" said the dark brown woman as she got out of the red car.
"Red and green looks good on your skin. Can we keep doing *** for tattoos?" said the driver of the car. The dark brown woman took a peek under the shades she was wearing and said "Sure baby."
"I'll be seeing you Abby" said the man driving the red car.
"Yes you will" said Abby.
Abby turned her back to the man driving the red car and walked up the long stairs that led to a four storey brick building. As Abby walked up the stairs she got all types of stares from the people leaving the building. Abby made her way through the big glass doors and noticed an odor.
The smell was the smell of Marijuana. Abby followed the odor to the office of Willie Dun. As Abby entered Willie's office she saw him sitting on his desk with a blunt in his left hand and a liquor bottle in his right hand.
"Abby, baby what took you so long?" asked Willie Dun as he put the blunt to his mouth. Abby took the liquor bottle out of Willie's hand and put it to her lips and took two sips. As Abby took off her white shirt she put the bottle back to her lips taking one last sip.
"I was getting tattoos. What do you think?" asked Abby.
"Nice art work. The reason I called you here is because I want you to help me with my campaign. I'm running for Governor. You have a lot of pull in the streets. Are you still a resident of ***** Alley?" said Willie Dun.
"Yes, but I'll only sign my name on your campaign trail if you help me move out of ***** Alley" said Abby.
"Ok Abby where would you like to move?" asked Willie as he took the liquor bottle out of Abby's hand.
"East Ecstasy Street" answered Abby.
"I can make that happen. With you on my team I'll have the average Joes votes for sure" said Willi Dun.
written by Keith Edward Baucum
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
There's no full moon tonight baby.
That ole train is steadily rolling on by
Rolling on into the night.
When I watched the news tonight baby
they promised me my moon
would be full.
No sign of rain, clear skies all night long.
That's what they said.
Where in the world am I suppose to go
On a night like this.
Knowing my moon ain't full.
Packed it's bags and gone.
Gone away at least for the night.
One last glimpse before your gone for good.
That ole train steadily rolling on by baby.
Nothing but storm clouds and the smell of rain
Done packed your bag and gone away.
My sky never been this empty.
Half dark twinkles and rain rolling down my window.
There's no full moon tonight baby
Done packed your bag and gone.
Gone away
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
It's been so long
Since I've seen you.
So so long
The joy of your company kept in thought.
Seeing you smile your beautiful smile.
A spot of light seen with closed eyes.
It's been so long
Sharing the same space.
The touch of your skin against mine.
To be the shadow of reassurance
That propels the moon to shine it's brightest.
It is in these times I miss you most.
The moon a reminder of your cheeks.
The complications of how scarce we've made ourselves.
Places to be
Thangs to do.
The night a harsh reminder of how we pass each other.
Your moan more distant,
The stars but flickers of our tongues.
Your body a constellation made in absence.
The absence of your dress between my teeth,
The last time I truly felt with eyes warm,
Sincere.
The ****** of eclipse.
The joining of northern to southern hemisphere.
Your cheeks the fullest they've ever been.
The moon a constant reminder,
How scarce we've made ourselves.
Places to go
Thangs to do,
Mo thangs to occupy the time
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
uptown train
a rare sighting, a shiny dime,,
in a city where clothesworn-grime,
an unshed waning gray, a skin coloring,
stony faces always chewing, enduring
in tunnels neath rivers of streets,
there is no moon, so little hope,
nightly somebody’s thinking,
somebody’s baby,
I’ll be, tonight,
someday, maybe
who will see them
as they are,
willI I, will I,
before they’ve gone too far,
roadies, touring to nowhere, disciples,
nose-led by a vision,
daring, but archetypal
there are no gardens,
but plenty secrets,
all planted,
that will never planet bloom,
seeds raised to die,
in watered sorrows drown,
embryos stillborn,
passed to daughters down
the trains go uptown
to shiny places,
to uptown people,
washed, shiny faces,
bedecked with futures,
hope, their jewel,
but not for them,
the downtime people
five pm, afternoon dying
into night bleeding,
the subway noises,
the perfumed stink, all,
goes unnoticed by senses dulled, unfulfilled,
day goes down,
another, and another,
colored pained refrain, why do we bother?
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
Life gone get you baby
The same way you love to keep gettin' me.
You know it's hard, you know it's hard to tell baby.
Exactly when, exactly where.
Life gone get you baby.
Get you the way you got me.
Set your bags down baby,
Life gone come on back round'
Gone get you, gone get you baby.
Same way you love to keep gettin' me.
Ain't enough money in the world baby.
Not too many more places you can run on hide in.
Don't know exactly when, don't know exactly where baby.
But life gone get you,
Get you the way you love to keep on gettin' me
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
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do i like him
yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
will i ever be with him
probably not probably not probably not probably not
am i sad about it
yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
why do i like him
his eyes, his smile, his music taste, his curly hair, his sense of humour, his laugh, him
like an inaccessible mountain
he stands there
looking majestic and
beautiful
i will not ever be with him
and looking at him reminds me
he is not mine
he will not be mine
he can not be mine
unless god intervenes
i don’t want clever conversation
never want to work that hard
i just want someone that i can talk to
i want you just the way you are
not going to be his
not going to be anything but a friend
not going to run my hands through his black curls
not going to see him after we graduate college
not going to talk to him
not going to spend maths lessons with him
not going to talk to him in pe
not going to shove him again
what will i do
get a husband that’s not as good as him
one that doesn’t make me laugh like he does
one who doesn’t have his sense of humour, his curls, his music taste
one that isn’t him
what a **** life
a life without will french
a life without the man who makes me feel like someone cares about me
a life without oxygen
i don’t want to compromise
i’d rather have him
please god
god
god
god
lord
jesus
father
please
yahweh
let me be with him
a heaven without him isn’t heaven
heaven is perfect
he is perfect
perfection
perfect like
the rain
a black cat
his eyes
his hair
his freckles
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 8:00 PM UTC
He doesn't talk to me even though he's my friend he may not like talking with me I don't know the true answer I doubt he ever willI secretly am falling hard or him and he doesn't know and if he did he probably wouldn't even care about me.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC