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Eromo Egbejule Poems
I Will Die Daily...
I will die daily,
I will become blind,
I will move mountains
And call Cupid... more »
To An Idiotic Tribe
To an idiotic tribe that I am one of.
A breed of warped sense,
Peculiarities and a sixth sense.
Together with the weird and not-usual in one kitty... more »
I Will Die This Moment...
I will die this moment
This moment of cumulative despair and anguish... more »
A Feast Of A Thousand Lords
A feast of a thousand lords
And many more wards
For a sagely compatriot,
Wordlord and chief of our tribe.... more »
Beyond The Hills
The stars lit the heavens
and the Earth radiated their glory.
Shadows of the dark hid in their folly,
mesmerised by the sparks of true success... more »
Digging Daggers Ii
On the white horse of thunder
rides the invincible conqueror.
Lord of all,
friend to all.... more »
Prejudice Demonstrating Persons
For the good I never did
And for never sowing the seed
I should have. For taking more at a time
Than I ever did need,... more »
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Comments about Eromo Egbejule
A Feast Of A Thousand Lords
A feast of a thousand lords
And many more wards
For a sagely compatriot,
Wordlord and chief of our tribe.
For one who has loomed larger than his frame of flesh.
The screen by which the world grasps the Nigerian travails
And by whom the Nigerian dream is made manifest.
The x-ray who no longer at ease was
When the surgeons were draining the patient.
He spits out the bones and dreads not
The icy retort and the accompanying slap.
The shoot that challenged the brutal machete
Swishing through the field when the grass is a-slumber.
This...
Roving eyes in eternal meander
Ontop the pudgy stalk of pretty Amanda...
What a well written line!
It's like a belt, drawing up, pulling in, tucking up the trousers of the rest of the words below. Well buckled poem, Eromo. You're good.