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This morning
So cold, I feel I don't
want a wash O gush! from
my oxblood painted balcony
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I don't want to get married
To pretty
Every man
will steal a look of her.
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Our body is not our own
But temporary wears
That will surely tear
Life full of horrible bled
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white roses (flora Queen) , white berries, white teeth, snowy snow the earth, cloudy heavenly clothing, nature attires at pinnacle doves pick white berries sweetening
Purity is heavenly front line row, trumpet call
Heavenly robes descending
Angels singing rejoicing
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NELSON MADIBA MANDELA
A broken reed
Bleeding through the love pipes of social apartheid,
Got fixed
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Where did my understanding go?
Like a brainless child I glow
At dusk I struggle like an owl
At dawn am gone to find some dough
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You are the royal bubbles
In our eyes as your dimples
melt our plight hope we both find
In our minds
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O Butterfly! colour collage
From butter to fly
You coined your name
Paired wings
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I will be the stars
The moon will be my mum
The sun will be my dad
The rain will be my brother
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My wooden reading table
Of local forest woods
In raining dripping days
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O wandering child
how far would you go?
how lost would you be found, ?
Into the caves of nature
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The bottle freedom cracks suddenly
I don't want a quarrel
Cos' I don't wanta duel
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Her beak suffice tongues
Athunger times
She comforts
Nestlings confirm
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The Best Poem Of Gideon Idudje
One Cold Morning And Me
This morning
So cold, I feel I don't
want a wash O gush! from
my oxblood painted balcony
I stood and heard three red cocks
trumpeting like she come with a luggage
of ice? Yeeh! I could fill my skin fuming cold
as my palm's degrees lower i guess to 20°c like
rickety, bicycle I creak screeching I will wait, put the
sunlit mybrownie icy skin to bath it golden in noon flakes, when
ice is gone to roast
In the kitchen, felt the smiles of
my pot, but it caresses my palms frozen
It slept so frozen wake, my metals seem burning in
It cold lit. waded downstairs, blaze my retinas the almond
tree, seated to the eastern earth blooming ray flashes of greens,
as the rains
let down from the
heavens. prodigally it
bathed the earth. between
the greens swam a brownie nightingale
flapping its fluffy wings as the wet tasted of
her dry skin she complained and fought so hard to
flap away it icy fangs, cos in between sat her lonely Nest,
Sheltering her nestlings to frozen by the morning icy fist. I prayed
she feeds On other mornings for survival, from this icy baked day, as
I watched the sky runs swiftly in the pace of a brownie spotted Deer scurry
leaving this frozen morning, the dank street, her nestlings and me Behind.
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