Enoch Cole Poems

HARMATTAN
The cold: it pours as ice on our skin,
The gelid grapples our rind,
And our combats resemble those of the fishes scales.
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LONELINESS: THE CERTIFIED LONER
You may never cart away a knowledge about this term,
Neither will you amount an accurate definition for it, firm.
Not until you tumble into it's unclean pond.
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CLOSE
My beloved, come close.
Give me something, give me rose.
Oh mother my deceiver give me love of ice let me froze.
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MORNING LOVE
When I wake up in the morning,
I wanna behold you in my arms,
With your spotless and tender soul on my palms.
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STRUCKED
I'm strucked oh I'm strucked!
Loneliness strikes me like cyclone.
My situation has land by the milestone.
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HURRICANE
Oh no... Oh no!
Captain: the undertaking of my seamen is impending,
We are encompassed by an hurricane.
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SOMETHING ABOUT LOVE
Spasmodically, the eventuality of a romantic ambience languish and away doth scrubs.
But supposing fate gives in, it replenish itself again,
And we hype the late occurrence to be an evergreen shrub.
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THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING
When I was moulded from the dust of clay,
Or whatever substance thereof that emanates the structure that is burdened to make hay.
Lord you breathe into me life,
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SAD VALENTINE
Hey! looking me dead in my eyes, you can tell that this Rock is more than a mere lad scribbling lines.
Ear troubling understatements professing my unrivalled qualities, the signs.
My psychic features can flame blame of incompetence contain, on two enormous barns.
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DANCING IN THE DARK
Babe, are you not scared I might not be competent for the fight?
The scramble of managing this your spotless adoring soul?
I'm totally disabled, Manning mine.
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