Alexander Onoja Poems

To him who strolled round ancient gates,
in darkness, sun or rain he waits.
Standing with ambition ready to serve,
with his ever ready phrase to calm his nerve.
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Just as we sat watch'n the rain drizzle,
ideas of June has ceased; give way to July.
Little children stood watch'n the birds whistle,
but under their roof, their hearts mostly rely.
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Tribute to the Asian bird,
gleaming black with a yellowish green bill.
Dotted and bared with white, and eyes red,
flies when the air is lovely and still.
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If wishes were horses,
not only beggars, i too would ride.
If it were a river, i would flow with the tide.
When mom left, i was little,
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Twas a day after our eighteenth,
sitting i, shaking cobwebs of sleep,
with my thoughts in a ditch so deep.
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Hello fear, what is it was told?
Walking this road that's makes me fear,
seeing as secrets unfold,
wild wind makes the afternoon cold,
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There are still kids on the street,
sleeping undernourished beside gutters.
With grim faces from summer's heat,
sprawled in the dust beside dumpsters.
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Oh Chameleon!
I hail thou reptilian nature spy,
with an elastic sticky tongue,
always ready to catch a passing fly,
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Right from birth, he was a gambler,
either he dies or his mom.
With the doctor act'n as the dealer,
that was the best bet he'd won.
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Was 12 when mom left,
when i say left, i meant she died.
To death's ignorance or theft,
was even surpris'd HE cried.
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