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Israel Ebiti Poems
Jesus: My Valentine
A saint although they say he was who died all for love's sake; yet not compared to the death on the cross, for naught but death to take.
Tears and rain, can you tell the difference between hurt and pain? Like a man sobbing in the rain he alone knws the measure of his pain.
On that day the west shall beckon on the sun to come home, for long it has not known thd orange visage.
Feathers have never been softer; the sun had never been brighter; the peacock's feathers elude beauty at the sight of my dear affy .
Beauty lies within in our hearts strays can't help but lurk. Beauty is in the radiance of your smile
Colours of blue, red, orange and violet, yellow, pink and dark a bit, at the dawn of dusk a new experince is met, in our everyday familiar sunset.
In time we stitch to save but nine; torn, loose fabric with needles fine. Stitching yours, stitching mine; making a fort these dreams of mine.
Her feet wore beads of several fleets, the dewed grass aided a soft feel for her feet. Lovely ankara. She bare the beasts and birds of the air.
A Stray's Plea
The fronds rattle their blades as the wind strolls leisurely by.I shelter in the shades where naught but hope lie.My feet taste the sweetness of service bound handsfrom treading paths of darkness in strange and distant lands.My thirst is quenched, my body cleansed, my bowels were moved for this; my body then oiled and scented with myrrh only for kings.'i love you'words that pierced my soul bringing me to my knees'take me back.i'm sorry Lord, please accept my pleas'.
The Song Of The Bird
I hope to be that gentle bird that soars all oer the sky and when i stop longing for a drink i hope you hear my cry. This word i bring to soothe your heart his utterings are true,
These numbers i know are of colour green the digits there-in i have not seen. I did shout green! Not knowing what it'll mean
What love surpasseth yours all hearts melt when ur glory pours. your spirit, on those that believe descends and your love on the broken hearts abundantly transcends.
My Heart Bleeds
I look in the mirror and i see someone with a face like mine but a long one my heart bleeds and it drips from my chest my scars are explicit like an ornamental crest
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Jesus: My Valentine
A saint although they say he was
who died all for love's sake;
yet not compared to the death on the cross,
for naught but death to take.
In season and out
he's always there.
His blood speaks out
his love so dear.
A broken stallion, an injured lamb
with battered and torn flesh.
A ritual to steal all from harm
to gift all with life's breath.
What precious gift is there to give
than a sacrifice of love,
with priceless gifts and grace to live
as gentle as a dove.
I searched the streets for mine.
Then there came so ...