Paul – Dcid Corvid

During this Call to Arms

May 2, 2015 by sidcorvid

During this call to arms,
This duty in an age of arms,
I cherish this moment
Of being held, deeply, in your arms.

Your quivering body holding me,
Words escaping me,
We know what tomorrow may bring,
That a bullet may just find me.

Know that if one does,
My dying memory will be in your arms,
Knowing we are one of soul.

Smile that you’ll have loved a hero.
Know that your love, here,
Smiling, gave me final comfort.

In this call to arms,
I see that you love me.
Knowing my sacrifice is not in vain.
Smiling to still your pounding heart.

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A Porcelain Doll

March 31, 2015 by sidcorvid

A porcelain doll,
So soft in complexion.
In her confidence
I place my greatest failings.

She doesn’t know
That she is my refuge.

I prefer to listen, though,
To the silence of her
Trials and tribulations.
A peace is found here.

How could a mere man
Craft such a divinity?

Why would I place such faith
In a relic of what should have been?
How can her dark eyes
Force such a devotion?

I ask without rhetoric.
I have found an answer.

Such art must be cherished.

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Burnt to Hell… Just wanna call home…

March 6, 2015March 6, 2015 by sidcorvid

I’m updating my Facebook with different poems than I am posting here. If you like what you are reading, you can find my page HERE

Burnt to hell,
This song has me wanting
To make a call home.

I just want to ring up mum,
To See how brother is growing,
To See if sister has met a boy.

I want to sit and watch tv
While brother shoots his plastic guns
And sister frets over makeup before a dance.
Mama is with sister, fixing hair.

It’ll be peace,
With cat purring on my lap,
And birds chirping from their cage.
Everything will be alright.

But, oh forlorn hope,
I’m here, and I’m burnt
And this song won’t end.

Narcissism? Nah. (Part 1 of 2)

March 4, 2015March 6, 2015 by sidcorvid

This poem is one of two, both started with the same line, the same idea, but go in very different directions. The link to part 2 will be at the bottom

Narcissism? Nah.
Maybe I’m just better.
Ever considered that?

It’s just a law of nature.
I cannot be recreated or destroyed.

In my essence,
aspirations and material,
I am the dictator of your future.

Thanks for coming out,
Unfortunately we’re at capacity.

Allow to me to clarify,
This isn’t about me.
Forgive me, but you are not needed.

In unity we create a god.
In our spirit we will dominate.

I see the hate in your eyes,
Let me paint this in a different light.
Do you love her?

She doesn’t need you.
Your breath is an offense.

I’m sorry, friend.
This is where we part ways.
Trust me, it’ll be over soon.

Part 2 is on my new Facebook page, I’d appreciate any likes, and might run some contest to give away books if I get enough.

Narcissism? Nah. (Part 2 of 2) by Paul E. Wyatt Poetry.

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