Rex mayor Ubini

Veteran Poet - 1,414 Points [Mayor] (March 8th,1984.)

Rex mayor Ubini Poems

121. Unrelenting 11/22/2015
122. Return 11/22/2015
123. Fight Of Love 11/22/2015
124. On The Pulse Of Cross Over 11/22/2015
125. My Chameleon Glasses 11/22/2015
126. Eclipse Of The Season 11/22/2015
127. Cold War 11/22/2015
128. If Words Were Friendly 11/22/2015
129. Aroma Of The Season 11/22/2015
130. Before My Feet Kiss The Earth 11/22/2015
131. As You Sleep 11/22/2015
132. Anger 11/22/2015
133. Human Swing 11/22/2015
134. My Beloved Birds 11/22/2015
135. Nature Mocks Grudge 11/27/2015
136. Like Thunder And Rain 11/27/2015
137. As The Dogs Bark 11/27/2015
138. When You Look At Me 11/27/2015
139. Do You Have A Seed? 11/27/2015
140. In Her Womb 11/27/2015
141. I Hope Your Dream Won’t Die In The Moon 11/27/2015
142. Once Upon You 11/27/2015
143. A Little Plant A Tree 11/27/2015
144. A Mad Woman's Pulpit 3/4/2017
145. Nature 3/12/2017
146. Who Am I? 3/12/2017
147. This Is Our Chance 3/12/2017
148. The Magi 3/12/2017
149. Flags Of Truce 11/24/2013
150. We Are The Men 11/27/2013
151. What It Takes 11/27/2013
152. Set Me Free 11/27/2013
153. A Startling Truth Learned Too Late 11/30/2013
154. My True Name 12/2/2013
155. Yearn I Find A Part Of Me Missing 12/10/2013
156. Darker Than The Medieval 12/10/2013
157. On The Cold Arms Of Solitude 12/13/2013
158. The Tree, The River, The Rock 12/13/2013
159. A Place Of Life And Wordless Gail 12/23/2013
160. Rhetoric 12/23/2013

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  • Masoumeh Alizadeh (11/18/2014 6:21:00 PM)

    nice i read your poems

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Best Poem of Rex mayor Ubini

In The Funeral Of Africa

As the sky drew her cottons against my eyes
I slumbered on the arms of time
Lost in a blue space of yester-years
Days of my late great grannies
Hued beyond culture and custom
Values held with high esteem
Marriage with virginity proof
The pride of an african bride
Maidens in campala buba
With natural african hair
Mothers in native wrapper
Head crowned with uthorfor
And the mirror of nature reflects us
The beckoning black race
This is our face
Preened with modesty and grace
The sun of our black out days

But now I woke up wholly ...

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We Are The Men

The night has been long,
Crowded with chirp of gossiping birds,
And frogs singing the scorching song,
But no ear cares for our moaning gong,
The crickets whisper to us be strong
And all signs say to us eye the weather
The clock shall show you the astronomers,
Who shall swap these sadistic stars,
Who left our trust unfading scars,

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