SOWING SEEDS OF POETRY, EXPECTING HUGE HARVEST #POEMS
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There is no such
Color called white
In the purity of hearts.
But if your past is dark as tar
Worry not; take yourself far,
From issues and times
Rest your head in peace
And let your spirit freely
Find settlement
For every today
There is a yesterday
In the past that past
Tomorrow is heavily
Pregnant and vast
Everybody has a past.
Sitting beside a burning fire I feel the heat of my desire But my judgment is clouded By an all or nothing ill demand. People…
There were once clans of great people Living by their ethics and spiritual beliefs All across the River of Niger and Benue Until amalgamation came…
Plastics are made from oil Underneath the surface soil Hot balloons are filled with air Same air makes the fire flare. Cruel we may title…
Hey…! enough of the on and off No more switch, no more jagged knife Take it far away from my life… Including words that made…
Consoling!
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