CHRISTOPHER EBENEZER Poems

the sons of men will rather die
in the flattery smoke of lies
than live in peace and solitude
in the sincere light of truth.
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It’s the way he curves his lips
To me
That makes their brows to knit
It’s the way he bids me come
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A fault is well and better seen
By one who plays a watching role
In life's interesting drama play
Some ones will often shoot their words
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I will wait! I will wait! !
for the best of the best
I will wait! I will wait! !
for as long as i may
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A word so denying to will
A word too great for men
A word so restricting to choice
A word so rejected by tongues
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Throw the bottles all away
Let the streets be cleared of them
May no one be seen with them
How i hate the liquor smell.
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If you ever miss me
Don't forget the way we met
How our voids where fully filled
Don't forget the look in my eyes
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when the horde of hell assail me
and i know not where to turn
when all around me is danger
and no free land there be to perch
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She's free to all but engaged to few
She walks the street every which way
She speaks to men who are willing to hear
and I have heard her words are as good as gold
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Its a serpent that's biting
when you can't do without drinking
Its a serpent that's biting
when beer looks inviting
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