LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

Shall my sorrow once turn to laughter?
Who is he that has prophesied?
You false prophet hold it to yourself.
When shall I become a man? When?
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You may not know
But you are everything
A man would long for
You are an enigma
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I am a semi- Martin
A Luther-an
Brother to the king
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He is my man! He is my man;
He died-He died a miseries death.
Hollow it beats my mind
Of this great injustice, minor offence punishable by death?
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Great mother—Queen of the Great coast ‘Akuku-Toru'
Oh! Akuku you who by thy mighty divided
The sombrero with sparkling golden rays
Of the flowing tide of the sea at the evening of the oceans,
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Men turn to behold her when she walks by!
She cat-walk so majestically like the stars in procession;
Flaunting her bedroom assets in the gallery of seduction
And the art of her abysmal nudity on the high bid,
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So much do I love her!
And so much I'm in her
How can I do without her?
Mine everything is in her.
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Out of a little insanity
I called you Helios
The sun about which my
Whole life is centered
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My Viking beauty in full sail,
Most sacrosanct of beauties;
The moon and stars in their splendor,
Even the sun in all its glamour paled
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The world was not his friend, nor the world's laws
The world affords no law to make him rich but poor was he not
For, he sups and gave to the poor once and again to their necessity
But they that sup with him labeled him a new name "inmate"
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"I am sorry! "
Did you actually speak those words last night?
I think so; I think I heard you.
I know you said it.
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The alarum bell jingles; it was four a.m.
For the first shift to begin their journey
The period men were lost in sleep;
And were spoken to signs and omens
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Oh! Who is he that loves America more than I do? Who?
For the pleasure and the love of my heart is but America
It is she that I love the most of all the countries in the world
To her I pay all the homage that I may unto a creature
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It's not a song to sing how I love you
It's not a story to tell how I love you
It's not music to play how I love you
It's not a novel to write how I love you
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If only the world around me could hear me
I will tell them I need her so dearly.
If I could walk out of my fear
I will have her as I so desire.
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Twas many and many years ago;
Young was I and young this maid
In a deserted region both we lived,
And face to face the doors of our huts.
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Some, they say fall in love
Others say "I am in love"
But I swim in the ocean of love,
Uplifted by the waves of love
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Last night long after I bade
Good night and God bless
Everywhere around me
Nature proceeded to sing me a lullaby
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From the merciless hands of the rulers to the ruled,
The wind of oppression blow stilly into flesh and bones
So many the minds of plebeians quailed out;
Thus no hope in their faith and amidst many I the orator,
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When my memory ignites
It clings on the songs
We sang on the beach
The music we played at night
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