John Chizoba Vincent Poems

To dearest: Kukogho Iruesiri samson;
The water that spreads all around the world,
Whose smiles awaken thousand angles.
Your eyes attract the Elites to dine
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When the gods visited in their ragalia,
We were like those that were dreaming.
We walked in the shadow of our stupidity,
We Danced without legs in the public
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Have you seen my pen lately?
She is an angel seated on a high mountain to edify,
She is the dawn of a new day,
The precious woman baths in perfection.
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Don't look for me among the weeds;
I write for the roses.
To the weakness of my pen,
I write for love not perfection of my art.
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Is it poetry that I see or love song?
Is it love that bath poetry or
Poetry that spoon feed love?
Search my heart and behold
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This I ask not in folly but in honesty,
Perfect me gods of poetry
Make me an eyes that sees,
Make me the mouth that speaks.
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I am with you body and spirit,
I carry your heart with me here.
Where ever I go, you go with me;
Where I wait, you wait also with me.
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He said to me: what if your legs could not carry you again; would you still cat walk?
What if you could not see again, would you still see me?
What if your hands become handicap and you no longer hold my lips together, would you still care?
What if you find your self hostage and love elude you; would I still be your man?
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Another weekend gone and
You are not here with me:
My eyes search for your shadow,
My mouth longs for your kiss,
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Do you know I write poetry?
Do you know I write songs of love?
Do you really realise that I write not for fun?
My words are fire that pierces into heart;
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