Ebi Robert

Rookie - 130 Points (6 feb 1990 / PORT HARCOURT (Niger Delta))

Oh! Her Pretty Self. - Poem by Ebi Robert

Light of angel logo, my face thon behold,
fashioned mixture of wine
thy new-old age of thine.
Rumble of thy wing nail, portioned my
sight to faint.
valid cold peace, dear me.

Pretty cold my creature bold.
Hold me oh! My die does die.
I could see a knee from a decent skirt
my white be brown and wide.
Little peace to African pace
thus my sense is and green white.

Oh! Her pretty self,
Oh! Her pretty hair.
For sure, a girl leave a black of him
reading things we ought to see,
queenly glimpse of cracking kiss,
peace to teach a pretty being.
Oh! Mine of thine smelling check.

Blue muzzle capture eyes sweet,
told a dream, I mark, I teach.
Pretty thou, heart links.
the flare, the earth, accompany thee,
my scent transports collar free.
the flare, the earth, accompany thee.

I old of her pretty self
To die a small western girl.
I old of her pretty self

All I mature to say;
Thou have colonized England.

Topic(s) of this poem: Art

Comments about Oh! Her Pretty Self. by Ebi Robert

  • (9/11/2011 7:00:00 AM)

    I love this for, you explain love so well, the scent, the hair, the eyes. It makes me wish I had it again. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 8, 2015

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