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Bieze Josephat Poems
Guilty of what he did He joined his friends To a drinking spree Hoping to set
On valentine's night Under a moonless sky Their eyes shine bright With charm of love pie.
I love to hear My earring sing Beside my ear As it swing,
The Lonely Wanderer.
Welcome Mr. Sun Welcome! How is the white man's Land where my son
9 month a short a time To nurture a king, a queen To spread the light And chase away fright
No one knows the Secret in Me.
I stand on this shelf Awaiting you to pick Me and undress every page And listen to me speak.
I perceive your smile With admiration Can't wait awhile For your inspiration.
Freedom is power See the budding stage Of a flower- It looks lonely
I wonder of your shortness Yet my words can't Circumlocute you. I wonder of your puzzle
She is focused Drumming her naked lap As moving Feet thud and flip flop clap
All day, all night, List of chores await. Monday to Sunday, Is tiredness.
Don't Look Down Upon Me.
Why look down upon me, For what I do. You say its inferior But to me its superior.
Wash Your Robes
Great tribulation awaits, Those with dirty robes. Who suffocate under the weight Of their heavy lodes.
Comments about Bieze Josephat
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Guilty of what he did
He joined his friends
To a drinking spree
Hoping to set
His conscience free.
He gulp down wine
With lightening speed
He appeared NOT fine
In everything he did.
Rounds and round
Unfortunately he choked
Fell to the ground
His friends got shocked.
He had wished himself dead
Now he is
After living in dread,
Is death a life of ease?