Kingsley Egbukole

I reason death in its glorious beauty
Like golden evening cloud
On a bright sunny day
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Hope
My nutrient drink
Energizing
My propelling force
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Cry of any mother pierces the soul
Knowing her tenderness and love
Whosoever causes the flow of tears
Is worthy of incarceration.
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The waters around me
are shallow with debris
Unappealing to my taste
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Just like the cloud everywhere
You need not search anywhere
You need not even wait too long
To notice the village braggart
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Sometimes the future looks so bleak
That with the two eyes open you see nothing good
All around challenges compound you about
That you wonder the possibility if any
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The soil, Black
That habours the seed
And gives it life to man
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Dear Poet Friends

When I breathe no more
This life so vain is gone
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Early to work
Late to return
Family duties awaits to attend
I dare to write
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First day at work
In the magical 2020
When all must be perfect
We resumed with expectations
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Reeks of alcohol
His body, his breath alike
Shabbily dressed and unkept
With speeches slurred and unclear
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Only by inspiration
My pen is tasked to pen
Not of contest
Neither by force
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Met her three years back
Very quick, casual and unplanned
Little was said and no feelings shared
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A single child
And only child
is all alone
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By deceit and coercion
Is the colonization first
By wilful submission
Is the colonization second
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The day after tomorrow
Is the son of tomorrow
The grand son of today
If we adhere to hereditary genetics
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As we expect you eagerly
I welcome you in advance
While on the way to come
Do purge yourself of wars
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Sometimes I plan not to write
But ideas my head flood and form
My pen is compelled to pen and I write
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A professor of greatness made
Ordained from birth he was
But down and down he went
In opposite motion of the vision
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Ten years to have a step
Not a leap, just a step
As I stagnate on first point
All efforts unyielding it seemed
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