Rex mayor Ubini

Veteran Poet - 1,211 Points [Mayor] (March 8th,1984.)

Rex mayor Ubini Poems

1. Drunken Peeper 10/28/2015
2. Fallen Faces 10/28/2015
3. Hail Poetess Kalamu Chache 10/28/2015
4. He Cries With No Air 10/28/2015
5. Home 10/28/2015
6. How Sweet Is Lovelorn 10/28/2015
7. If It Was Just Me 10/28/2015
8. Imoh Anthony 10/28/2015
9. In Her Hearing Loss 10/28/2015
10. In My Early 30s 10/28/2015
11. Invictus Anima 10/28/2015
12. Judy’s Day 10/28/2015
13. Just A Little 10/28/2015
14. Just A Moment 10/28/2015
15. Lie’s Suit 10/28/2015
16. Lost In A White Man’s Eyes 10/28/2015
17. My Blind Eyes Can See 10/28/2015
18. My Ear Groans 10/28/2015
19. Not Just A Poem 10/28/2015
20. Ogogoro 10/28/2015
21. On May 28th 10/28/2015
22. Once Upon The Earth 10/28/2015
23. Out Of The Tales Of Diamonds 10/28/2015
24. Out Of Your Three Eyes 10/28/2015
25. Power 10/28/2015
26. Prodigal 10/28/2015
27. Pushing Desire 10/28/2015
28. Save Me From My Neighbour 10/28/2015
29. Silver 10/28/2015
30. Son Of Hell 10/28/2015
31. Strangled Sentiment 10/28/2015
32. Sweet Dream 10/28/2015
33. The Brute Had A Dream 10/28/2015
34. The Creator Loves Us All 10/28/2015
35. The Day Of The World Is Done 10/28/2015
36. The Pride In An Eye 10/28/2015
37. The World Asleep 10/28/2015
38. Time Does Fly 10/28/2015
39. Unstoppable 10/28/2015
40. Until The Morning Comes 10/28/2015
Best Poem of Rex mayor Ubini

In The Funeral Of Africa

As the sky drew her cottons against my eyes
I slumbered on the arms of time
Lost in a blue space of yester-years
Days of my late great grannies
Hued beyond culture and custom
Values held with high esteem
Marriage with virginity proof
The pride of an african bride
Maidens in campala buba
With natural african hair
Mothers in native wrapper
Head crowned with uthorfor
And the mirror of nature reflects us
The beckoning black race
This is our face
Preened with modesty and grace
The sun of our black out days

But now I woke up wholly ...

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Flags Of Truce

In this city called Friends
I was thinking we have reached
A place of truth and understanding
Where the intersection of paths
Our clitched hands it can't part
Turning a blind eye, deaf ears,
To the voices of our differences
In tongue, age and experiences

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