Ode Of The Spirits Poem by Anthony Edmond John

Ode Of The Spirits



Anthony Edmond John these Lines are etched directly to Honour and Appreciate Saliency's Imprint on Your Genetic Strand...
'This is what I love doing..Tis what I Shall die doing'
We Honour the wroughts of Thy Ink, Quail and This Page...That Scroll that was revealed during the Glare of Them Galaxial Suns are coming True...
Sublime These, Only if you have gotten a Truer word for Truelly True...
Definitely We the Spirits have our own desires...
And He, Anthony Fulfills a couple of Them...
These words are now written and there is no going back...
Words that have held thine Eyes to Prime...
Words Well Aligned...
Words Well Sublimed.

Truelly Truelly He Anthony Called unto Us to Make these Words Align...
Words Preserved In The Archival Care Of His Lines...
In Unity didst We Write these words No Compromise...
In Love Have We Crowned This Son of our Blood...
This One Has Been Presented With Sceptre and Orb...
The Goodness of Life To a Royal Seed...
Let These solemn words strum those strings...
Our Sisters Sing His Praise all day Long...
It is God and Him Alone...We would always Hear Him say...
Anthony Edmond John, Kom Kom Dim Dim...Kpaka kpokom Jim Jim, Kprokotom Jim Jim Hmn Hmn...
Sweet Words to Honour This Son Of Ours.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Harriet James 07 August 2012

I like this one too, true words mixed with fun!

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Sidi Mahtrow 16 September 2008

Anthony Edmond John Passed this way, anon. With paper poised to receive The imprint that he did give. His pencil fast and sure As he wrote to assure That the future will know That he did bestow Thoughts about his 'quail' Who some may thing quite frail, But no, she was a living caring thing That brought life to him for one more fling. Good health to Anthony Edmond John And to his future daughter's or son(s) . s

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