Dickson Poems

In a Cave Away From Grave

...For days now, nay, weeks cocooned in a cave,
Away from hands that could drag each to grave,
One of them, Seth, all the time craving sex;
He'd had brawls with Dickson this did much vex:
Dickson's ...
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Categories: dickson, allusion, evil, places, violence,
Form: Rhyme

Desperate Dancer Dickson

...He is Desperate Dancer Dickson,
Styles rehearsing with Gifted Ericson
Coveted first prize eyeing 
Much of Michael Jackson trying…
Avidly seeking some chance
To the rest outshine in a dance
He w...
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Categories: dickson, anxiety, devotion, music, sports,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberThe Interal War Within Us

...The internal war within us does originate with humans.  It does, however, originate with the spiritual wickedness in high places.  With demonic powers and principalities that are so very prevalent in...
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Categories: dickson, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

Premium MemberAngel In a Book

...It cost all of fifty cents 
 This treasure from a far  
 New York, Its derivation
 Emily Dickson its creation   
 I read her poems in awe
 One by one I turn her page
 Then came across the penci...
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Categories: dickson, angel, books,
Form: Free verse

Heckboy

...Censorship’s alive and well
In Dickson, Tennessee,
Whose Roxy Theater advertised
Upon its proud marquee:

“Heckboy,” playing there beside
Both “Dumbo” and “Shazam.”
Of course, there’s no such ...
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Categories: dickson, words,
Form: Rhyme

The Prayer Chair

...Emmanuel Abiodun Dickson
The Prayer Chair:
“Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my end
be like his!” - Numbers 23:10
A man’s daughter had asked the local minister to
come and pray wit...
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Categories: dickson, beautiful,
Form: Prose

Premium MemberSoul Stance River - 36 - Final

..." Damn you, let go my gun! "
The morning hasn't even yawned yet
and a terrible tussle is in my sight,
Drouillard is wrestling his rifle from the hands of this Indian thief
and the Field brothers ...
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Categories: dickson, adventure, culture, dedication, desire,
Form: Epic

Premium MemberSoul Stance River - 3

...Night one on the new river, the campfire is spirited
and the future appears hospitable,
everyone has their rations, everybody is resting their pride
for on an expedition epic to each man and for a...
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Categories: dickson, adventure,
Form: Epic

And the Inner Spirit Speaks

...A mature woman in Victorian attire,
peruses the works of Emily Dickson:
does her spirit speaks on every line?
Brightness is absent, only a glitter
of hope at the beginning of dawn....
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Categories: dickson, sorrow,
Form: Rhyme

And Her Inner Spirit Speaks

...A mature woman in a white and blue dress
peruses the memorable works of Emily Dickson
who was an unhappy person confined to a lair...
a poetess who narrated dire and loneliness;
no brightness was...
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Categories: dickson, dark, loneliness, mystery, solitude,
Form: Rhyme

Still In Peace

...I am but a living matter, with no much giving wonder
I’ve seen my birth twice, all after an attempted suicide thrice
I still weed and weave, that is, think and compose
Yet I am still but willed to...
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Categories: dickson, age, change, how i
Form: Rhyme

The Spirit of Emily Dickson Still Lives

...The spirit of Emily Dickson still lives... 
from her sensitive soul, words of hope 
and fortitude flow as spring rivers,
and their sprightly sounds makes one look.


And closely look into her life no...
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Categories: dickson, death, inspirational, nature, on
Form: Sonnet

Premium MemberSing Haughty Yacht-Y Yea

...bayboats purse seine whey
journey yearlong gay
laddy inured dry up
haughty yachty yea
 
mildred mayhem dewlap
naughty jaunty jay
sons caught in car capers
haughty yachty yea

vicar bakin...
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Categories: dickson, funny, love,
Form: Burlesque

I Just Cant Win

...You can give me 
the pen of Emily Dickson or
Langston Hughes but still 
submerged in losing 
languished hues. 

I just cant win,
to the air I never hold my chin, 
with my trophy in the air illuminati...
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Categories: dickson, life, loss, sad, me,
Form: Free verse

Dickson Street

...And I was there


My Dickson Street ,now
is so urban, sad, bare
I miss my Nasty Dickson Street
where I roamed without a care

We hoped, knew not to hurt another
we were all hurt, in a way
S...
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Categories: dickson, angst, life, places, sad,
Form: ABC

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