Ndimancho T Nyowikeh Poems

For you; I composed a poem, In the form of an apple tree.
A Yew Barries shape it reveals; Its stalks took away my verse, Its roots consumed my rhyme,
Its leaves drained my muse of urge.
Here am I, pursuing identification.
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Just as evil spirits flee
Into the bodies of swine,
So does the animal's gin deepen in you
A trait so rare, and yours alone.
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So, art thou happy now that I am in penury?
So, thy presence is naught but savagery?
Indeed, I have learnt the hardest way.
Right was Shakespeare when he penned:
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If I were, in the way of all flesh, to depart,
And my body laid deep in ancestral soil,
And you at my funeral, raising your glass,
Will my neighbour say
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His Excellency the Kìbáráŋko,
Like a Coyote howling and displaying;
Dismounting the Koochi hill.
From Santoh palace,
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As I lay awake,
In the silent hour of this age,
Where serenity takes the liege,
Dubious of my destination hereafter.
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As I promenade through river Kinkole,
From _Koochi_ en route to _Kifiang_;
Lonely and desolate, gloaming into the night.
I could not tell what time of the night was it.
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It was the hour of the dying sun,
Then came the echoes of the rising song.
It was hardly the sound of Kwifon.
For kwifon do not step forth in daylight.
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The rainbows arch stands on the sea
The feelings I have for larizah can't flee
She is in her nature more than a princess
Her similes, compared to any are priceless
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Precious, daughter of Makale,
A Harlot, cheap, poor and lazy.
Will sit and beg from dawn to dusk,
Displaying phones sugar daddy bought.
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