LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS Poems

Too many beauties my eyes have beheld
But none could be compared to your beauteous forms
As I daily search for words to describe your beauty
What shall I name this compelling beauty of yours
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That's him! 'Who is he? ' He is: -
The Author of many crimes and miseries;
The Actor of massacre;
The Architect of many misfortunes and tears;
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Look at her, my mother Oloibiri!
There she lies, flower she was, now deflowered;
Alas she looks paled, clothed with kwashiorkor,
She's nothing but a personification of PhD-Poverty, hunger and Diseases
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O' poverty, thou art but smelling
And thy pollution dangerous to life
And the living wailing and crying
Wishing you never existed in the world
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Whose son is this youth, ask'd they?
Out of my bosom and in the virgin's
Womb did he put on my flesh.
He is my true identity aloud my father
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My Viking beauty in full sail!
My lady in red;
Most ethereal beauty,
Most frolicsome femme fatale;
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Thou land that carries me
When shall you free me to my people?
For my tradition forgot I in thy land
Now imbibe I my deeds and beliefs
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She is the wealth have I
She is the breath that keeps me going
If she stops what happens to my wealth
If she stops what happens to my breath
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For how long shall I wait?
How much will I spend?
How much pain and grief will I bear?
Why do you listen to tales?
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My Viking beauty in full sail!
The moon, sun and the stars
All in their stupendous magnificence
Paled in comparison to my Viking beauty…most cruel of beauties;
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