Treasure Island

Ebi Robert

(6 feb 1990 / Yenagoa(Niger Delta))

City of angels

I starred into the ways
Thus the hypocrisy is in the images
Yes the eloquence is in the images.

I starred into the ways
Captivated in the city that
Harshses beauty.
You know the beauties,
So don't fail to use the key.

The keys are the lamp.
A key opens the vase growing
lamp with myrrh fuelled with floury frankincense.

The leader is rigth but the fruity
burnt cinnamon in the river of wiggly tank dropp by bit.

Dip a tip to the honey beside the cabin
The taste is the sweetest of voice to be captured.
Use the sweet link to arrest the angels wanderring voice.
The other hive key is the play-pen.
Tie the ringlet to the verse
then sing to the angel-sentry.
They shall flow on choruses and verses
But before the angels park
stop and change the raiment.
Use the violin to open the park.
Dress with a snow and sing to slow.

Beauties shall dress you with
lunar girdle, with piano and rebranded horns.

Dont be praised.
When the chorus is over
You shall be in the city.

Submitted: Monday, May 10, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, May 08, 2012

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The poem city of angels' is an imagined poem of my minds eye about a beautiful city of angel. The poem talks about the various things to ae done before one can enter the city! Enjoy the poem!

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  • Phillip Joshua Jimenez (2/13/2014 6:33:00 AM)

    I honestly didn't comprehended the poem well, but I gotta' say that it is a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing!
    By the way, forgive me if I read your message late. I received's notification as late as this response!

    I have a poem to share to you and it is entitled In Our Own Eden: A Prince's Song To His Young Wife.

    God bless you, brother! (Report) Reply

  • Nontobeko Dlamini (5/26/2012 6:05:00 AM)

    This is a masterpiece. Rich in imagery; from the smell of fruity burnt cinnamon, the taste of honey, the feel of the angels voices, the mere mention of the violin evokes this sensetional feeling, one can almost hear the chords of the violin. So serene! Thank you for the invite. (Report) Reply

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