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Desmond Okon Poems
A New Beginning
We had our hopes high in time past, Time ran fast. A few lived it, relishing each second, But not all could see their visions to reckon.
The stick and I are partners, My smooth skin has dropped, So we are like brothers. And my hair is no longer the same,
Stay With Me
My world is wrecked, my flaw! I need thee to bring it back up. How will I quench this flame and preserve thy flame? How will I sieve the embers from the ashes?
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With a throng of grins the day was born, The hearts danced for another is here with glee.
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I wish this world will stop and think about itself, How the people saunting its belly breathe infamy. The eyes of men hunt for those to slaughter as sacrifice, Enriching themselves,
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In your hands, all is perfect. Where sorrow is bereaved and buried by ever flowing joy, Where peace hovers my crown and reveals the mystery of your potency.
A Time When Every Man Walks Protected.
Here comes the moment, When days are filled with dust, running tirelessly, From the wind to earth crust. When the sky struggles with the clouds,
Letter To The Grave.
Dear lonely and desolate grave, How long shall thou lie in wait to satisfy thy soul? How ye show the glutton of thy forebears in fiery flow? Row toll the gong of the shattered homes of the late,
I Am Free, Your Deed! (A Tribute To Man...
Freedom, his name was freedom. I, as an African was born by your onerous desire, Caged from the bondage of polar bears, I inhaled CO2.
War Of The Duo-Body Vs Spirit.
So fused in us, Body and spirit a set. So elegant and gracious is body formed. And blood and bones, And organs and nerves, yet weak like its nature-dust!
My Mistress' Bed.
Oh, how luscious it feels, Being there, Still are the hills. I mash caution with heels, Sweaty palms move freely, gliding,
Perch Your Tears, Clouds.
My land is ready for its harvest, Perch ferociously in our soul. Melt the crust of the earth, And grant us the strength to fill our baskets.
My Little Dove, Run Away.
Run away Love, Run to the palace of light, Hide thee from the slaughter of peace. To the bosom of a fire place not in lease.
Bones of Corruption
Gather these bones and Weigh them Cast your minds back To the time you enthroned
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A New Beginning
We had our hopes high in time past,
Time ran fast.
A few lived it, relishing each second,
But not all could see their visions to reckon.
Yet, time moved swiftly.
For slow feet, too briskly!
Only the brave and keen matched its pace,
With resolutions and dreams laced with grace.
Time after time,
The wise swooned to retrospective extermination of the mind.
With thoughts of success so esteemed on high,
But when failure smiles, sour it is like lime.
While the made rejoiced,
For achievements in time past.
We, from the hand of reproach, ...