Oke Christopher Poems

I watched from the stairs of my home
As she brushed her hair with a glassy comb.
It's Saturday night and the speakers are singing,
The cars are rushing by, urged by the men they are bringing.
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The tears of a clown
Are shed alone,
Each teardrop running on its own.
The tears love the dark places lined with stone.
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Shining star on high,
Behold the earth, behold you draw nigh,
You flame of dust,
Art thou doused with lust?
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Once was noted a young man among the youth
He was noisy and in him was a sweet tooth
He loved the lilies and they loved him too
He loved the roses and they loved him too
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I carved your space when I was eighteen,
Before then were eleven and seven flowers,
But now, nine and eight are taken.
Before then, my visage was shadowed with fears.
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Though the hurts may avail long
and the pain may burn hot,
the picture will be shot
and the pain shall be the beauty that tags along.
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One day, during my lonely travel,
I found a periwinkle that stole my marvel
I took it to my ear to learn its secret,
It told me to move on ‘else I miss it
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All mighty, all powerful, all knowing King
The One who has the key to celestial secrets and their springs
Who, who can stand before you in pride?
You, you who raise the humble to Your side
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Twas the first I felt the day I was born,
The pain coursing through like the bullets of a gun
I indeed must have felt hate
For the new place and wished I had arrived late
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Everyday I breathe, because breath is in my nostrils.
Everyday I spin along with the earth's rolling frills.
Yesterday, today and tomorrow's game
All so different but much the same.
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