Edward Kofi Louis

Gold Star - 13,971 Points (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Bayron - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

In my house i am a king but,
In somebody's house, i am a slave;
Bayron, bay, ray, on, boy, ran, an, roan, baron, no!
And like an immaculately dressed bridegroom next door.

In an opulent vacuity!
The truth is now known;
With prayers to pacify the Gods! !
But, the chief raped the fetish priestess.

To encased in a block of ice,
Like an incoherent rumblings with legal cobwebs!
However, this dictum is for you because,
In somebody's house, i am a slave.

Topless, valour, pour, less!
Like the climax of love to share at times;
Vapid, rapid!
To heal or to protect your muse with love.

This night of love,
All night long!
Vagrant;
In my house i am a king but,
In somebody's house, i am a slave.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 8, 2013


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