Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson Poems

This is a high fever I must say
This is no joke and no play
This disease I know not it's root
And the destiny thereof I cannot unroot
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Was I born for this?
Let me know!
Was I really meant for this?
Why all these scrambling?
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Fierce and fearful the rage.
I dare not open its page.
Lets i be held siege,
Under the authority of the unknown concierge.
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Forever! Nothing remaineth.
In time to come shall
all things, new form take. To
Be as they never were.
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Rays of ornamental adonment
flaunts my garden.
With shadows of admiration.
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Silently out under the night
With dark shades of glorious splendour-
Pondering on the wonders of creation and
Bidding fare to the daylight,
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BLISS of blessedness, the joy of my gladness.
Be of my encounter with her so pretty-
And the joy of my heart rings in happiness:
That unto me she came; to gaze upon her beauty.
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Lost in wonder,
I deign to imagine-
What be it that maketh reality-
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One order calls unto the world,
from all and sundry in like-
and from varying tongues came in one likeliness.
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Out in the night of tears,
Sits the Lone Heart-

Listening to the gentle whispers which,
No joy brings.
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