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okeme james Poems
THE-PENCIL What kind of life am I born into? So boring a life can be
Be My Valentine
Oh! How I pine for you daily As farmers yearn for the rainy days And I long to see you always Like the watchmen long for day break.
Soon, very soon It won’t last till noon
God Can Be
God can be so Caring That He made the brook supply Elijah water to drink And the ravens brought him bread and meat Every morning and evening.
As a pauper you crept into our cities And on you, many took pity Sheltered you and gave you food But now we all are taken to be fools
CARPE DIEM (latin)
It was a very long journey Long enough to make one sleep on the way But as brave as I was, I didn’t have a nap Guess why? I walked it till my legs ached to my laps
Announcing Her Coming (*Read Like A Town...
Come out everyone, come out ooooo From the sucking toddlers to the aged ones Leave whatever you seem to be doing. It’s of no important for now
The Power Of The Key
Very small its size may be So is its dwelling place where it is slotted But it secures its vicinity And that is the power of the key
Can life be said to be really fair? When there are many things to be feared Where many indeed are afraid of losing it And some not bothered taking it.
The Beautiful Monster
Like the early morning sun her beauty rises Day by day it grows like the grasses A beauty that causes lot of crises But beyond is what the eyes can’t see.
For him who came into this wicked world first To greet the people and to breathe the air with dust His cry was loud that I could hear it in the womb Since we were two, they expected me soon.
I am unique and special Pure and clean without spot, holy without sin Made from stainless materials From me reflexes the radiant beauty of the sun
A great epitome of beauty Oh! What a splendid view Never to forget memorable events Together with those captured unaware
Sometimes, I wished I never heard about some things, they mingle with the thought of the idled mind.
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What kind of life am I born into?
So boring a life can be
No friends and no even an enemy!
Not a single being has felt the structure of my body.
Oh! I think I just heard my name
A mighty hand has taken hold of me
Swinging me, we move thru' the paths
Someone have eventually adopted me
Wow! A very beautiful crown on my head?
I never knew I will become a king one day
Stop! Stop! What on earth do you think you're doing?
Don't you know it hurts? You are eating me up for Christ's sake
Hey! Hey! Master can't you see?
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