Dr Anthony Onoja Poems

Weep not bravehearts
wash not the swril of thy face.
The sunward souls of thee brave departed
The reign of time as the ancient tyriant..
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In the dream I dreamt a dream.the woman of the crested isle era.
In the sail of my tour, the ship is of pure crystal gold.
The sea of glassy drizzling waters, the waves were splashes of diamond thunders.
Faires were our Crewmates, the captain is a Cherub and of love.
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Sound the alarm tell them the king is dead.
Send my wishes to the generals tell them of my myths and legend.
The bravehearts were also defeated,
The lame and dumb all await the true fate.
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She briskly walk the passby, with beauty and jasper of amber love.
She wrestle with time and men alike.
Shantel the rubees princes of prime beautiful nupial queen.
The king of fairies desire her as well
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Love you came in a swing
little in cold nights I felt your lust...., like the Arabian rubiees Life in a mirror world...
Long before the edge of beauty yoked by maturity...
My curtains went on flames..it was an old myth..
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Time tricks all turnup new
Tell seasons ebble fate and youth.
Think of Moses the Padrenian man from outlier of abuja hostel..
Laugh with memories as Shegun Olayiwola gnash tales and myths..
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Verge of life and death begoten,
Very slim as bones of time. Above their eyes
Im not samson; but I killed the beast of revelation..
Alas! ! the end time gospel thwarted in pains...
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Sound the trumpets
Signal the crowd..tell Africa about this golden tale.this winter dream that came in trance...
Then she came with beauty and illusion like the ancient Helena...
Though I felt her love warming the angles of my heart..she pump fantasy and beauty...reflecting the true Nigerian princess...
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If I ever had the chance
if I can roll over time...
I could have windspeed sorrow, arid death and hate..
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Have you ever go to the land of running moon, the city of dream…or the land of chaos?
Have you ever see a man without sorrow, a woman without her joy?
Have you ever hear the sound of death, the anguish of a dying father, the tales of demons?
Have you ever been to the city of talisman, the place only in your subconscious……?
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