Abednego Oghenechovwiere Omashone

Rookie - 51 Points [Ethiopeman] (13/03/1989 / Igun, in Ethiope East L.G.A. of Delta State, Nigeria)

Abednego Oghenechovwiere Omashone Poems

1. Not Again! 4/19/2011
2. I Shall Echo. 5/12/2011
3. If It Be But A Dream 5/11/2011
4. The Convert's Resolutions. 5/13/2011
5. The Legends 4/21/2011
6. My Message 4/21/2011
7. Bunch Of Misery 6/2/2011
8. Poor, But Peace I Get. 6/2/2011
9. Up Hills 6/3/2011
10. Jah Help Me 6/3/2011
11. Regret 6/6/2011
12. Be Fair. 6/6/2011
13. Futile! 6/6/2011
14. Gap Between. 6/6/2011
15. If …then. 6/6/2011
16. Never Run Dry My Pen! 6/7/2011
17. Consolidate! ! ! 5/24/2011
18. I Love It 5/26/2011
19. Dancing Dying! 5/27/2011
20. Tell Me. 6/9/2011
21. Come On, Friend! 7/19/2011
22. Not So Soon 8/2/2011
23. Excel With Me 9/23/2011
24. After The Rain 9/26/2011
25. A Good Night Kiss 9/27/2011
26. Love Me Not Today 10/11/2011
27. To Asif Andalib 10/13/2011
28. The Bee 1/6/2013
29. Take Me Home 1/6/2013
30. Hell Is The Home? 6/30/2014
31. He's Said 'Take It Whole' 8/24/2015
32. On Her Majesty's Day 5/6/2016
33. Who Knows The Truth? 1/18/2018
34. Silence Not Dead 1/18/2018
35. Don't Trouble Me 1/18/2018
36. Boko Is Coming! 9/22/2011
37. Love From Calvary 5/13/2011
38. Blessed Mother. 5/23/2011
39. Fair Ethiope Bird 6/8/2011
40. Where Do I Stand? 6/2/2011

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Be Satisfied.

We both rear poultry.
Yes, you reared your own,
And I reared my own.
Mine you served your guest
But you have your own
And I have my own.

Great farmers we are.
Yes, you farmed your own,
And I farmed my own.
My yams taste better in your mouth
But you have your own
And I have my own.

From the jungle, to the oil mill we went.
Yes, you milled your own,
And I milled my own.
My oil served all the labourers
But you have your own
And I have my own.

We both have wives.
Yes, you married your own,
And I married my own.
Mine...

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I Shall Echo.

Part 1
Keep quiet!
He orders
When I raise my voice,
Yet he won’t let my
Poetic soul rest in peace.

He tickles me with murdered kisses
And young lovers promises,

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