T Ebi Ken Jemine

T Ebi Ken Jemine Poems

1. The Beauty Of New Year 1/4/2012
2. This Christmas 1/5/2012
3. Letter To You, You And You 1/5/2012
4. I Wish I Could Cry Everyday 1/5/2012
5. Head Between Life 1/11/2012
6. I Laughed Last 1/15/2012
7. Time's God. 2/5/2012
8. I Should Have 2/5/2012
9. Trying Is Treasure 2/6/2012
10. Missing My Miss 3/4/2012
11. History Of Love 6/1/2012
12. Mind Against Time 7/2/2012
13. The Eyes Of Another 7/2/2012
14. Never Mind The Painter 7/21/2013
15. He Is Him 7/21/2013
16. A Weeping River 7/22/2013
17. A Sleeping Yellow Flower 7/22/2013
18. That's Not My Picture 7/22/2013
19. Reverence From The Hill Top 8/26/2013
20. Life 8/26/2013
21. The Perfect Nose 5/23/2013
22. My Eyes Conversing Away (London Summer) 5/23/2013
23. What I'D And I'Ll Do 9/26/2013
24. Do Live To Learn 10/7/2013
25. Political Osmosis 10/16/2013
26. History Of Life 10/27/2013
27. Have Yourself Very Little Merry Christmas 12/25/2013
28. His Will & My Will 1/6/2014
29. Meddling Mind 1/31/2014
30. Beautiful Sunday 3/2/2014
31. Catalyst (Rubbing Shoulder With Angels) 1/4/2015
32. Now That I Lost The Only Picture Of You 1/30/2012
33. The Hopeless Hope (Aluu 4) 10/29/2012
34. Only Your Voice 10/29/2012
35. The Land's Still Green 12/30/2012
36. Silent Tears 1/7/2013
37. The Hairs On The Back Of My Neck 4/15/2013
38. She Stopped Dancing 5/23/2013
39. The Weeping River 7/21/2013
40. Call The Street Writer 7/21/2013
Best Poem of T Ebi Ken Jemine

My Pillow My Best Friend

My pillow, my best friend
Many reasons to say thank you
Few seasons to say everything
It's raining again, Be my roof

The golden silent, we share 
Warm me more than the sun shine
You never say anything 
In this kind of longest night

You carry the sea of my tears
All along the long and dark nights
You comfort my head while I stream
You listen to every word of my tears 

Sometime, I hold you, grab you hardly
Overtime,  you're there as a soldier
You're everything that never nag
Many nights, you took the rain so stilly

Help, ...

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The Beauty Of New Year

Any passing year never a good friend.
It can't escape the blaming and the casting
Its responsibility for lost hopes
The death and dying dreams
The last night of the previous year,
We went to bed and woke up to a new life...
It's like home coming,
Travelling all the way from Last-year.
The usual hoopla surrounded

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