Timothy Faboade

Veteran Poet - 1,333 Points [Fabs] (Gbongan)

Timothy Faboade Poems

1. Exiling Festival 12/25/2015
2. Forgotten Shrine 12/26/2015
3. Quest For Love (For/To Ikpegbu Victory 2/13/2016
4. Lines Written In Early March 3/2/2016
5. Between Life And Death 3/6/2016
6. Anthem Written On War 3/11/2016
7. A Cry Of Placenta 3/20/2016
8. Sonnet On Marriage 4/26/2016
9. Before God 4/26/2016
10. Lie 4/27/2016
11. Anger 4/27/2016
12. Between Lie And Truth 4/27/2016
13. Let Me Sing 4/29/2016
14. People Of Poverty 5/7/2016
15. Pain 5/7/2016
16. Impatience 5/8/2016
17. God, A Decider 5/8/2016
18. Sonnet On Marriage Ii 5/13/2016
19. What Makes A Feeling 5/13/2016
20. The Alien Faiths 5/13/2016
21. World Wails 5/13/2016
22. Fame Grows And Dies 5/15/2016
23. Sonnet On Marriage Iii 5/17/2016
24. Morning Quatrain 5/19/2016
25. Walnut 5/19/2016
26. Silent Complaint 5/20/2016
27. Sonnet On Marriage Iv 5/21/2016
28. A Lament For My Brothers 5/21/2016
29. Anthem Written On War Ii 5/25/2016
30. Drowning 5/25/2016
31. Lust And Love 5/26/2016
32. The Deep And The Lord 6/4/2016
33. A Text To My Belle 6/4/2016
34. How Do We Love And Hate 6/5/2016
35. Sonnet On Marriage V 6/5/2016
36. The Black Water Avengers 6/6/2016
37. Sonnet On Marriage Vi 6/7/2016
38. Lullaby For My Child 6/8/2016
39. Sonnet On Marriage Vii (Voice Of A Divorced Woman) 6/8/2016
40. Lizy Ii 6/8/2016
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War Sonnet

WAR I
Like worn-out clothes their bodies char
Fires from the frightful suckling barrels
Give them the glorious, gracious garlands
They are now the Lord heroes of the lands
Smiling at the far-fetched laurels in their graves
Though without brazen befitting burials;
Lucky are those left monstrously maimed.
They do not care about the longevity denials.
Some go sullenly without some solemn songs
Save the mourning and somber from tongues
Tongues of the troubled real victims of wars
Who surge in their grieves at their bloods’ flaws.
The error horror of ...

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War Sonnet

WAR I
Like worn-out clothes their bodies char
Fires from the frightful suckling barrels
Give them the glorious, gracious garlands
They are now the Lord heroes of the lands
Smiling at the far-fetched laurels in their graves
Though without brazen befitting burials;
Lucky are those left monstrously maimed.
They do not care about the longevity denials.

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