Long Emma Poems
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Exciting life, can’t be mine
Doesn't us, a life separated kind, and comes from our lives
Yes, yes, oh, oh my love, doesn’t happening life in our lives
Why? Hmm, because you look down my kind; but it’s so old
Life, hmm, you know baby, forgotten feeling to us, birds in the sky
Birds in the sky, on sunlight, stars waving you, space looking
…down at you
You didn’t respect my life, because that far from your home,
… and not your like.
You were, yes, but no problem, I apologize for your sin; the dark line
Not you, oh not you, I live now in a dark wave; sunrise is so far
Take a heart, I am not you, find the difference, what could be us
… equal.
Get flowers, I mean tree-like, get nature, wood-like, love babies
… want you in the forest like
Kids running from the forest and crossing the rainbow flower field like life
Just watch them, watch them, oh Emma, our children now in the sky
… to me a vision of pain kind.
Exciting life
I am sorry
She was that
My life is off
Live nothing
Stay feeling
Following
… she
Peace gets
Always
In my you
Vision
Only
Get
memory
… to you
Someone
Loved you
Silence
Exciting
Hmm
Then
Gone
I loved you
I loved you, I loved a person, a human, a lady, a woman,
Loved a person, a human, a lady, a woman, only one.
True love
Love, love, oh lady, get a soul, no, not mine, lover the time
Loved lady get from my sky, underworld applauds; sky life.
True love
Loved you a one, a love, yours, your love, loved your woman
Need my woman, the love, come and follow me, always love
True love
Love, love, dear lady in Bushey, forgotten dream, your ladylikeness
Give me my woman, the soul of a woman's heart; loved you by a heart
True love
Love, give it to me, open the way to, I need this feeling, just a, just one
Take a heart, a love, a touch, a word, a feeling of life; I need your love; it’s kind
True love
Love loved life, the rose in my heart, touch a feeling inside, oh my love
Love you, still always loving you your heart, love from my heart; clear love
True love
I needed you, oh woman, loving memory of my heart; you loved by invisible arms
Accept a feeling, that comes from me, love your love, beating your heart in mine; get love
True love
I need this feeling. Just the love. Just the love. Only the love. Love. Come to me, get love
I need, I just need true love. Open a heart, accept a heart, give way to the love
True love
Emma, close my eye
Say Goodbye
I am walking far
Always far
True love
Bye
Bye with love
Bye by love
Vilmos
Common sit down you're not cool, quit being a fool.
The Democrat party doesn't give a care bout Black Lives Matter, like you, they support Klanned Parenthood where black unborn children are being ripped apart and having their lives Shattered
These children for gun control are overrated, just like in the 1930s German youth they're being indoctrinated.
People who lost loved ones in Parkland who support Trump didn't get to speak, the far-left only knows how to suppress free speech that is so weak.
On Emma Gonzalez's jacket, she wears a Cuban flag of a communist country where the people are treated so badly, She can't even wear the American flag of the land of free and the home of the brave this is very sad.
Are Boss Hog ruts §?g trying to give a clue like the Riddler, He gave a salute like he's little Hitler
Yes Common God is Great, but he doesn't support your Hate.
This was poem made bout March For Our Lives. Common talking bout Trump's hate,
The resist solute by Hogg, the jacket of Emma
Where is my love?
What is my life kind like? Anything of life?
No, the forgotten fate of a life of the field, flower-like
Be a style like of my kind and lover of the dream life
Please, don’t find me, oh my Emma love – your kind gone
A poor man in the cemetery gone, no your life, that’s gone
Be kind, and understand the unstopped lives, getting us like
I loved someone, a woman
My life was already gone, killed
Killed by a woman, my love die
My love is a cloud in blue
Wandering on the light sky
I am wondering about the life
Where is love?
More illusion
Blue flier sky
On sky
My life
Love
Flies
Emma, it was 2020. You get on the Watford train, platform one to four
I don't even know when it was, the track was rapidly receding, gone
The desire to have you be known and close to you in the car, maybe there,
Your anarchic being hesitatingly collapsed into my soul and into my mind.
Two dry flowers, only the past, Welsh Harp's imprint, imagination in me, it's home
Life says you're blooming, and that makes me happy. I love you and get a lot of honor.
What awaits me awaits you, but don't be spoiled, your twilight giggles dryly, will be off
It's getting dark, but you don't see it. The disk of sunlight shines darkly on you,
Where you are, I'm never there anymore, I'm moving on, I'm dead without a body, an empty tomb.
I don't need anyone or anything from this world, just my wine glass winking at me,
Advice for me, but wine is what fills me with all that I still have hope for.
My soul is closed and confused, my mind is nauseous, and I'm looking for a new one. Come on
The world is now empty and dead to me. Let me end here and for
But I never said anything but that I loved you. I'll stake my life against your death, mine flow
This is what I want; live without me, and let your fate be exalted, your companion forever forgotten, still
So that you can go on in life without him, hope, and maybe love. But with him.
June 13, 2022
As our divided nation gives thanks today
(like we’ve done hundreds of times before)
it seems we’re even divided on what we should be thankful for…
And it saddens me to think how…to so much horrific behavior we’ve become numb…
and to see just how much of a divided not United…States we have become.
To help remind us as a nation…the kind of nation we were meant to be
let me turn your attention to part of a poem Emma Lazarus’s wrote in 1883
Her poem, The New Colossus, was so powerful it was etched on a plaque in 1903…
and placed inside the pedestal of our Statue of Liberty.
‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses
yearning to be free,
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.’
Now, more than ever, is the time to think about Emma’s words
and exactly what they meant…
and remind ourselves Emma Lazarus the author of the poem
was a woman…
she was Jewish
and an immigrant.
So I send a Happy Thanksgiving out to everyone…
every religion, every color…every LGBTQ+
every immigrant…and everyone who’s rich or poor….
and I hope and pray that next year…
we’ll all have so much more to be thankful for.
Hannah Rayburn*
shared virtues she did learn
blest in her growing-up endeavor
inspired by Dad, a Holocaust survivor.
Emma 'Grace' McKee
showed values of spirited glee
along joyously functional friendship**
midst socialite Mom’s absentee-partnership.
*Hannah and Grace are the main characters in “State of Grace” which is an American comedy-drama series that ran for two seasons on the Fox Family Channel later ABC Family during 2001 and 2002.
** Proverbs 17:17 A friend loveth at all times…
October 28, 2021
1st place, "A STRAND (1066)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/5/2022.
New World Colossus Deception—2015
(Apropos The Sonnet of Emma Lazarus)
In her brazened left hand she holds the tablet year
of her shore’s liberty;
And a raised right lights the weary way to the land
of the brave and free;
But today, blind eyes look out to the wretched skies
and tormenting seas
Where frothing waves and white clouds tease hopes
of fleeing refugees.
No longer are there waiting arms and love
for a roaming, exiled family—
Greeted no longer with silent lips, but with vociferous voices
screaming no
To “…huddled masses…homeless, tempest-tossed…” children
that are to be;
Though they dare, must be aware upon these shore
is nowhere for them to go.
Their religiosity—washed with blood of the innocent—
has no place in this land;
For them and theirs—is no way a true Puritan would ever lend
a helping hand
To welcome their tried tired yearning pregnant hopes
of a new life begun.
No! Hell no! There of those here still waiting for true
and full freedom to be won!
This is the land of the Pilgrim’s pride; land where other
fleeing fathers and mothers died.
This land has only fought wars of peace; there is no place here
for you to peacefully abide.
Emma, I'm sending it to you. Let this picture be your memory,
May my memory remain with you and accompany you forever,
I was in the beautiful countryside today too. I love it.
With your memory, the world is still there for me today. It lifted me up.
Too bad you weren't sitting there, I was on the bar stool,
The world is beautiful in your memory, there was a chat with friends,
Through the window of the pub, a hopeful light shepherded me.
It's over, it's dawn here now (03:44), I'm still writing this poem,
The world gave me so that you can tear me apart with my suffering.
Don't think I'm dying, the writer is long gone,
My advice to you about my fate comes from a great spirit.
Are you confused? No, it isn't. Covetous, the world is sarcastic in you,
You see my destiny, you created it, beautiful blonde black widow.
But fate, believe me, will soon guide me.
That's why you don't get it. Because I love you, my prayers surround you,
Although, but not yet, my life would have been your faithful love.
June 13, 2022
B.C., seven hundred seventy-six
was the date of the first Olympic picks.
They held (these sportsmanship pioneers)
Olympiads ev'ry four years
The first Olympic race was for sprinters -
Corubus, a chef, was named the winner.
Running one hundred ninety-two meters
he took the lead without any sneakers.
There were no medals; first place got a wreath
worn on his head, twisted from olive leaf.
Second and third place got only glory -
plus bragging rights in telling their story.
Men competed in the nude at the start;
women were invited "not" to take part.
These games were stopped by Roman signature:
“Way too pagan,” declared the emperor.
Make no mistake; it’s not a mystery
exclusive to Athens’ sports history.
What we still call the “modern” Olympics -
were revived back in eighteen ninety-six.
Nineteen-o-four, here in my own country,
my grandmother traveled to St. Louis.
The Games were held as part of the World’s Fair;
Granny Emma and three sisters worked there.
written August 13, 2016
for Janis Thompson's Olympic Mania contest