John Chizoba Vincent Poems

MAN TODAY, DUST TOMORROW

Man is no diviner nor a god,
Why cast your burden on man?
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We have been friends ever since I was born,
mother even dedicated me at your altar in joy,
Fear of you and your love make my heart peaceful; for I know with you I need no conveyour.
But the water is gradually filling the vacuum
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We could clean the face of the world with love,
We could go to the ant for more wisdom,
Let's choose the life that is most useful,
And habit will make it most agreable.
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Feel the agonies of hurt feelings
As they burn the heart like a wild fire,
The sorrow of divorce penerate much
More than a viper's poisonous venom,
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A land of safety and security
So beautifl as the morning glory,
Nkporo, a precious maiden picks among thousands.
The wrinkles ocean beneath her crwls
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When we were boy,
We were the warriors of the town
Chasing little girls up and down the hills.
When we were babies, our mothers searched
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Poets are only interpreters of the gods;
They change the order of the world through
Redefined words but, my words shall stand
More than that in your humble heart.
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We have a teacher who dresses in blue gown
And paints her lips and fingernails blue,
Her smile is blue, and she walks on a blue high heel shoes.
Her eyes pupil are blue and, she dye her hair blue,
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