Ndubisi Anslem Otolokpo Poems

ONISHE
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We have come to the 'feast'
At jungle, to dance to tunes
Of music of our time, and now,
Leaving the arena for others,
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Competition!

Competition!
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Hear!
The Wailing voices
Of bereaved
sob sorrowfully for their loss.
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TO CUPID

Benignly! it came,
Winds down luxuriantly
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MOTHER AT PENTECOST

Arise! O compatriots!
Arise!
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What can do?
Innocent Guttersnipe. Who
For times knows sore
constantly on the verge of tease.
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