Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

The Poet Seer
He gave a banana shot
Goal!
How spectacular
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Yes
They were red
Red circles
Glowed
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The vessels out of port
Lie
Yet
Still in port
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Spoke and paced the Monsignor
As he paced he spoke
As he spoke he paced
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There be a tomb
Cold is the name….

When the winds come over the
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He was prowling for learning
He
I the Poet Seer
And Thinker and Philosopher
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Barbaric song on song
Because on the wind they wend
For on the wind they float
And
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Come
Come disappointed Man
More come because a Poet-Seer
Though and albeit in All, the All a Poet-Seer!
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Sit not on the Tower - it be high
There
There for your eyes lifted to wander
Heaves the breast
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Walk here in this little
Coppice
And in the Woodland small your heart will heave:
And in the Woodland small the few Owls sound
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