Rex mayor Ubini

Rookie - 78 Points [Mayor] (March 8th,1984. / Nigeria.)

Rex mayor Ubini Poems

1. Flags Of Truce 11/24/2013
2. We Are The Men 11/27/2013
3. What It Takes 11/27/2013
4. Set Me Free 11/27/2013
5. A Startling Truth Learned Too Late 11/30/2013
6. My True Name 12/2/2013
7. Yearn I Find A Part Of Me Missing 12/10/2013
8. Darker Than The Medieval 12/10/2013
9. On The Cold Arms Of Solitude 12/13/2013
10. The Tree, The River, The Rock 12/13/2013
11. A Place Of Life And Wordless Gail 12/23/2013
12. Rhetoric 12/23/2013
13. Mirror 12/24/2013
14. Being 12/24/2013
15. Our Nelman Is Gone Home 1/13/2014
16. Good Morning 1/17/2014
17. Icicle 1/20/2014
18. Victim 1/21/2014
19. Something More Than Love 1/22/2014
20. Caviler 1/31/2014
21. The White Tokens Of Ojukwu 2/3/2014
22. Oliver 2/4/2014
23. The Rock I Stand 2/9/2014
24. Humans That's What We Are 2/9/2014
25. Teen And Youth 2/10/2014
26. Racing Mind 2/12/2014
27. I, Love I Am Your Fate 2/15/2014
28. Sometimes 2/15/2014
29. Apart 2/17/2014
30. When The Mind Dates The Sun 2/17/2014
31. You Sombreness Of Haze 2/17/2014
32. Lovelorn 2/18/2014
33. On Your Fairy Wings 4/7/2014
34. Kh Of Ophir 4/7/2014
35. When Justice And The People Are Free 4/7/2014
36. Are We Still The Children? 4/7/2014
37. More Tasty 4/7/2014
38. Shadows 5/8/2014
39. Is Just Me 5/8/2014
40. Worldly 5/8/2014
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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What It Takes

Beckon I you, come with me
Place your peeping feet
On each of my footprint
On this path of poetry
Follow me on this journey
But give not your legs
To the shackles of fears
As I walk beyond this space
Of cold and lonely words

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