Emeka Chunye Poems

(A poem is a poem)

In the name of God the Father
the Son and the Holy spirit
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As a child i did play
As an adult i do stray

I serve like a slave
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If the heart keeper
Turns to be the one
That breaks and bend
to solitude
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Remember to play,
like you did as a child,
Laugh
out loud,
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Criticism is a lively form of art,
and the life it holds
is not in the condemnation of the art it encounters,
but in the analysis and embedding of a point of view
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All my love
I pour in this moment,
and no other would be truer than this which I tender.
Hold on to this beauteous memories,
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She loves me more than a mother does her child.
She gave life to all this wonder,
for my pleasure and amazement,
I bask in her love,
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The form of art which is delivered
from the powerhouse of personal creativity
and not of necessity
does no minding to the wants and cheers of the mass,
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