Obi Yindal Poems

Your gods are many
Yes, like Egypt
And many others with plenty
But you lead the way
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Awesome.
And long.

There the boats,
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Silly folks,
Silly folks;
I sigh to watch and hear them
And children shouting trick or treat;
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Let go of the beast
That you hold in your breast.
This venom that circulates
Within your veins
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You have caught me once again
Under your power
Without an umbrella.
Have mercy on my head.
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My heart’s a clock—
Ticking and tucking;
Precious hours are passing
Not waiting for me at all,
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As you look at it
And inspect it from various angles
As one would a diamond,
You see a shell, a plain
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Into the land of ink leaves I enter
Without the slightest idea
Of what I’ll have from the menu today;
So much to choose from
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My strength comes from the Lord—
An old fashioned cliché,
Long abandoned by myriad fallen stars,
Flies, and insects;
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A putrefying sea without its Maker
A dread to imagine, nor stare at its pain
O the misery without the Creator,
Little orphans due for a home in the rain.
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