Lawrence s. Makola Poems

I met a lady
When I was going through hell
I told her my story
She promised to help
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Who am I?
My name is incredible
It is indeed spacious
you might say again atrocious
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The ancestors of our poetic origin
Caters during the Dark Age
The straight talkers of their times
Struggled, whipped, tortured and detained
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He is naïve, simple yet complex
He is determine that he is right
What comes is fine without
Checking the danger covered
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Love was our connection
Foreplay our romance
Making it our joy
Sustaining it our happiness
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The forces of nature
Are so immensely over
What we can expect
The mind to comprehend
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I am the soldier in the army
I am an anchor underneath the ship
The shuttle inside the sewing machine
The engine in the flying jet
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My days are swifter like the weavers shuttle
I don’t have enough time to sin
To partake in the world activities
To loose my thoughts to the poisonous sin
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Marvelous creatures created
Full of miracles that moves
With motion good for locomotion
To transmogrify the world
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At 10: 00 I said I do
My brains acclimatized to the world
Where everything taken a new word
That transformed me from boyish place
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