Short Willfully Poems

Willows hold leaves fast
autumn willfully rebuffed
summer in full swing...

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Willingly ignorant 
Willfully ignorant 
Unwillfully inignorant
Unwillfully informed
Not willingly informed
Not willingly inignorant

I grew up too fast...

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the wavering walls of water willfully weep against the weary watchtower...


March.29.2016
For Contest    In one line...write what you SEE or FEEL 
By Poet Destroyer A...

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Willy the wisecracking warlock
was wordy, wild, wonderfully willfully
welcoming, and a wee bit whacky.
Willy widely wasted wonderful witticisms
on Wellington’s willing wealthy....

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Silky white, pink-tinted petals pushed by dreaded zephyr
They brush against cheeks; comfort sensually skinned
Delicate, freshly bloomed, fall like widows who have wept
I should too if not for ignorance willfully kept...

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Trump Did Willfully and Knowing

All things Trump did were,
Willfully and knowingly,
Done and committed.

This is what New York State
courts are saying about Trump
campaign and contribution 
violations.

Jim Horn...

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Welcome Wonderful Whacky Water World of water and fins
Wishing we would wistfully wrestle wobbly west winds
Where warm wiggling worms willfully wax their smiles.
While whooping wolligags wander aimlessly along the miles....

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Adrift, adrift (my usual trip)
In icy, unmapped sea,
A splintered spar my only ship—
I clutch it willfully.

Afloat, afloat, each nerve alive, 
I brave what is to be,
Instead of cowering, to but survive
On land, secure, not free....

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Always, bees compete defensively.  
Each flower grows healthily. 
Infection junkies kill lustfully.
Managed nuks offer perfect “Queens Royal” –
Sadly, techniques use viruses’ 
     willfully x-terminating young zygotes.

12/28/2016...

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This weeping willow, will willingly and recklessly wreak havoc on the world we 
would see become a wonderful wreckage of wandering wonderlands. We will 
willfully wander the wastelands. Woe for those we once knew as wearers of 
wrought....

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Darkness falls a
A hush sets in
My animal drive
Promotes sin
Willfully I joined 
Your soulless heart
Two creatures we
Tumbled in the dark 
Moon a witness
Twinkling stars our show
Ensnared in your arms
To the grass we roll





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Whistling whispering warlocked warrior wishing when 
wanting whatever won winnings whenever.
While wondering wandering wordsmithing winsome
witch worries woefully which wayward wintry willfully
willing warlock will winsomely win wonder with what wards....

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Silvery, slithery words
Where do they come from?
Hidden
In the well’s dankness
Arising willfully
Surprisingly
Unheedful of my reaction
Or yours
Molding the present
Spilling out of my mouth
Announcing themselves to the world
Often without telling me first...

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Toil, scribble, and all for naught, as from mind to paper is willfully sought.

The holy of holy’s was just hear, swimming in my head so vivid, and clear.  

Forever lost in this translation, I humbly submit to you, my best interpretation. 



by Edwin Baldwin    12-20-11...

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Forever imprinted with the marks of you on my skin
I hungrily take what is given to me with a lurid grin

No need for the world with you in my possession
Even all of you is not enough to satisfy my obsession

I willfully scrounge for any taste I can get
For my hunger and need will never relent...

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I don't want to impose
But I have to disclose
Your emperor clothes

You're so dressed
So fresh
While the world laughs
At your nakedness

Where are your clothes 
That your tailor stole?

Lost pride and dignity
That you surrendered
So willfully

Pride is so silly
So silly
So silly...

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Weathered face a moment of grace
speckled hands pushing through sands
of time space that can’t be replaced.

Hardened blood left behind in floods
creative passion without mission
grasping at fiction to make your distinction.

Holding your truth for the youth
speaking measures of your pleasures
willfully revealing your hearts dealings....

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The greatest sin, in my opinion,
is to willfully presently pro create children,
who are then born into this world through no choice of their own,
where their future most certainly will be so horribly unknown.
I'm considered one of the all time greatest parent to ever be,
because each day I hear my unborn children gratefully thanking me.
...

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Exhaustedly engaged in a losing battle
Relentlessly rowing with a broken paddle

Constantly convincing the judge in my mind 
Passionately pleading for the flaws I find

Dreadfully driven to explain my side as true
Willfully wanting to show my point of view 

Quite quickly I'd free, if only I could,
this thralling need to be understood...

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Hereby,
A curse upon
those who willfully hurt
or bring suffering to babies,
or who knowingly steal the innocence
reserved for the little children,
by the authority 
of God above,
Hereby.

NINTH PLACE WINNER
written January 31, 2022
submitted to "Give Me a Rictameter" Poetry Contest
sponsored by M. L. Kiser...

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undocumented bona fide lyric writer
very extraordinarily real
also buttery brown bathed in genuine poverty 
unlawfully kept under change of invariability
willfully writing human unlawfully and lawfully man made particulars
with frangible dainty legislating to keep safe all that is mine 
  
so how can you know who's 
Authentic vs fake and shiny...

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dear dope 
you come at me willfully
dripping deliciously from the
lips of (a) god (somewhere)
dear dope 
ripping at tangles in my hair
you are a telescope of
persuasion (manifest
destiny) tokens that can be
tasted (but not touched)
dear dope
double dutch dialect 
murmuring 
the misused jumprope
sudden swift (sigh)
unties & slides oh
dear dope...

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Imagine a dream to real to see.
A mind cast victim to the world that be.
Memories breaking, from the sky they leap.
Content with blindness through the world they seek.

Oh heavenly thought, you break us down,
giving us space of which we willfully drowned.
A fate of fact, a fact of fate, a fate that fades,
until all we have is the heavens that remain....

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no knowledge of it
                                                a positive innocence
                                                 about what is done

                                               what's knowingly done
                                                a negative innocence
                                                    injured willfully...

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Oh! Mighty kings, how many of you have been cursed by a beautiful silhouette. 
How many of you have willfully fallen unto treacherous ground. 
You have been poison by her pleasures and in her labyrinth you reside, for love is her poison, and desire is a trap.
King no more, but a broken man, for before you a woman exults herself, and in her nakedness –your death lies.
-one...

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