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Offiong Felix Poems
Upon Her Grave
Upon her grave planted a rose That fragrance spells when the wind blows And when it does I always scent The presence of her milliscent
Fiddles In The Wind
The wind blows; The grasses burden dissolves In its mellow tunes beckoning Enchanted stems and leaves
I loved her and I thought she loved me too With love so real because she told me so My beloveth Elizabeth Odoh. And we had shared only between us two
To thee, spring, this graceful wren of Wiltshire Gambolling now aloft in easeful gyre In some recess of seasonal labour Nectar to wage for transporting favour
I See You
I see you duchess dear Fondling your womb with care On by me mirror and By the rub of your hand It's a monument rare. On your face day by day
We share in life but one thing in common Your grandeur in lips you seek so do I The trails that which you lay i'll follow on Till beyond I will lie where you will lie.
Oh! twin syster to the blue sky Thy outstanding spectral beauty On bed where you both once lie Had brought so much envy
The Weeping Serpent
Peep into if you may My sequestered sanctum Snaking trembling sight the way Into your morbid doom.
You seek, we hide You hide, we swirl enchanted Ripples: ebb and flow With leaping tiddlers,
Life's A Dream
I dreamt a dream in my dream Flying in the heat of the dazzling sun's beam Enticed in the act as if entranced With waxy wings and not a bit daunt
Beauty In The Eyes Of The Beholder
Zanily, I sang your beauty when you approached Yacking on yore when love began 'Xalting you in song as I cast What steady glance upon your alluring dimple;
Cumulonimbus On Parade Ground
Peeping through my eyes ajar As i lie belly-up In the grass in the field; What do i see?
A Bed Of Roses We Are
I see roses in your eye, Withering and oozing and loosing necter fragrance Weeping of thornlessness, Droping a tear on my heart to lie
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Upon Her Grave
Upon her grave planted a rose
That fragrance spells when the wind blows
And when it does I always scent
The presence of her milliscent
Who fell into hot oil and froze.
Much I trust eternal repose
But not when my eyes river flows
For she lies, just her scent ascents Upon her grave.
My tears shall be forever woes
And more to grave that saw us foes
And wish her love upon me sent
As she marches up with the saints
Remembered only by what grows
Upon her grave.