Ebi Robert

Rookie - 175 Points (6 feb 1990 / PORT HARCOURT (Niger Delta))

Fellowship Of The Grand Lords. - Poem by Ebi Robert

Arise with spoons great sons of our land.
Let us dig into tales of ages past.

Between the horns, and let the pipers pipe.
Let us dance like in the day the moon
was young.

Place on them our mark for they are our gladiators.
Let them know we owe this ludos.

Round about us these currencies sit.
Through our paths their hearts
in heavy rhythm shall pass.

Beat the drums of mistery,
let our chants be heard in the hunter lands.
Lets sing in accents of the goods.
For in their paths we trode.

And dwell within fear, here.
This ring built to trend.
Fear within fear as day passes
to tear drums to bear.

You asked of Lusheyi
O' my lady.
Also of Luncelot
that there's a lot.
Now do what you can.
For i pity the weak write.
I saw here and joke cast to a sea.
Joking eves and men.
Clown and touch fires sinking here.
Do this that I may well, here.
Let it die well and live to die that die may die.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is written by 6 poets of 2go. These are the grand lords that has left for so long. But met once again and so with the joy in their heart they wrote this poem, each poet to one verse. They were more than 6 but only six wrote the poem. Some of the poets in the fellowship are, SPANISH BLADE, LUSHEYI, PASSWORD, FARMER, THE LORD OF INK and so on. These are pen names of the poets. The first five verses belongs to five poets respectively. Only the last verses belong to me, Ebi robert.(The lord of ink)

Comments about Fellowship Of The Grand Lords. by Ebi Robert

  • (5/21/2012 7:46:00 PM)

    live to die, die to express! good poetry! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 21, 2012

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