Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

Where have I gone?
How used my time?
My Conscience pricks.
But then
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I
Speak
And
Myself
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The echoes of each repetition
They come soft petals from the heart
At times hard granite from the cliffs
And raw
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Even a small child was I moved
And those were roots of verse that took years to grow
But thus grown now
Rivet me to the rocks of Verse
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At least as a child I wrote
At twelve the first few verses
Those Childhood Verses
Then ceased
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Said the Crowd:

We, Crowd be gathered to hear a song and verses.
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I will not take the pills before I cut my fingernails.
I will not sing a verse before.
Do not say I am threatening.
To sing verses be not in my discretion
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Stretch at Mtahleb
Ensure
That nights quiet remain
That dusks as red
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The night is wan
And
The sky is red
And
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