Ceejon Ezinwoke

She was perfect in my eyes
I didn't have cataract at all
It was love that I felt for her
With this throbbing heart of mine
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On whose wings the winds were made
The feathered one of the esteemed sky
Through frosts and coasts you did invade
You alone can the vast sky ply
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'Hush', I said
And the crickets ceased to whistle
This night can't be dark, it should't
I will tell the moon and her shiny friends,
To keep vigil and watch you darling friend
I will go fetch you some cool sea breeze,
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Painstakingly,
In semi-mindless pretence
I am tossing you away
You, beautiful beloved baby
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The signs so illustrious
As N diligently did his do
Standing up and falling again
Looking past mocking fingers
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A lone foot beneath a joyful soul
Like a boy-master of a macho man
‘Tim tim tim' the thumping goes
Mercilessly on an arid soil
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Her life used to be
The sweetest story she'd ever heard
A sweetheart and a babe
A lover, to an illegal distiller
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Down but not out
I saw their taunting laughter
As it licked my very wounds
And the tears I saw on them,
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Farewell to these old places
That let me step on them
Your dusts will stick on me
On the soles of my restless feet
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I was once a poet
Now all that remained
Are the ashes of time past
When words were eaten
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A thousand torn treaties of trust and truce
A wavering white flag wornout and washed
A prank, a proof of so pure a perfidous prone
Like talking to Turks through crusader texts
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Solitude, the plight of the monks
birdly free, confined yet physically
Squizing out juices from nostalgic chunks
And melancholy, and her friends to tally
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If this love was love
True and soft;
like a virgin cotton embracing her seed
Joy will be all it will crave
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It's been nineteen moons and eight hard days
Since the prodigal son left his father's base
No more corns for the urban stray pigeons
Not even a broken grain as his own feeding
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From where do we begin?
Nights are no longer dark as should be
The old moon has learned again to glow
Yesterday, we hated the muddy road, oh!
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Catch the tiger's tigress
Dinner is long overdue
The fire that nwizu made
Is burning out, oh no!
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I have known you now for donkey days
I have seen your shadow cast on roses
It was lovely a sight to behold
Your smiles and laughter drip juices
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After the grumbling came the weary chants
The young men of not distant a blessed land
Then a metal resolution to uncover the truth
To know why trees of theirs bear no fruits
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We have all come,
An assembly to a great call
An ear-deafening cue
As the clapperboard claps
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Kumbe's friend is not a boy
Yet he brings him plenty joy
It pleases him and not annoy
They call him the squirrel boy
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