Vagi Samuel Jnr
Biography of Vagi Samuel Jnr
I just love my phone keypad, pen and scrap papers through which words give more meaning to life. It is so fascinating to draw experiences from my surrounding to amplify all sorts of moods and emotions.
Vagi Samuel Jnr's Works:
Work In Progress
Vagi Samuel Jnr Poems
We Were Never A Match!
We were never a match (a) She was a crusader from birth (b) I was a realist during high school years (c) We had different ideas and opinions (d)
For I Too Am A Papua New Guinean
I am forty I am a Christian I am beautiful And I am the land of the unexpected
Tell me a joke that I may not laugh I may not glee at all but to its spell I will jest But even if I did show my Colgate teeth Does that encapsulate a chuckle?
Sonnet 2 - In Memory Of The Future
The future is fore Ahead from my present The past is all that’s gone Laid to rest in the absent
Sonnet 8 - Dear Love
Harmonize me that tale of affair we had Let it perform surgery to my ear drums Like my fingers that caress the IPad So, will this music frisk without harm
Peace At Ela Beach
The smell of the sand raced at me Peace was the sea gently raping the beach West pulled by view to the hill of trees As perfect meditation suited within reach
Dear Cry, Pity Me!
Her tears kissed the edges of her face A cry that defended bruises in between a mask Could she run? Or cheat death in the moment Where could she have gone? Rain come already
Life didn't admit the gasp of his age Painful chest wounded by a mucus wall Perhaps, fathoming on debris of triage That which we are jailed by clichés after all
Tis Prayer I Pray
Shake off the dust from gloomy yesterday Glorious waters of grace awaits my bath Mercy shall put on me a fresh garment then Knitted in love like the blue sky I see today
Mistress Of Seduction
The quiet night deployed a half-moon Town Street as evading as a venting loop Sounding whispers of a walking lady Her figure emerging from a darkened alley
Peace At Ela Beach
The smell of the sand raced at me
Peace was the sea gently raping the beach
West pulled by view to the hill of trees
As perfect meditation suited within reach
Spare me dose of the setting sun
So that this picture is framed in my heart
Post me a comment as pleasing as fun
# Tag I was dreaming before it got dark