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Wendy Okeke Poem
a friend you were, and still are
priceless and rare your crown today
the comfort of your friendly smile
the words of your spiteful lips
but friends we will always be
your strength and fears are mine also
your happiness a high stand for me
so my dear times might get rough
and test the power of this bond
yet friends we will always be
the joy of walking in the same path
and stomp out those that see it wrong
endeared to me you are my friend
a friend i sort, a sister i found
so friends we will always be
so when windy and stormy threats prevail
i'll stand and hold you to the ground
and if we start to lose our stance
my hand in yours we will survive
and friends we will always be
fear not my friend this time shall pass
with us in victory, yes you will see
and when the night arrives in the day
do not forget me as you sleep
my friend you will always be...
Copyright © Wendy Okeke | Year Posted 2011
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Wendy Okeke Poem
she is a sparkling jewel
all can see her shimmer
she is a throb of daffodils
and lilies in the garden shore
she is a captivating police
and arrest my Spaniard eyes
she is a word spectalamo!
and that is still unheard of
she has got strength in her smile
and it spreads to everyone around her
yet she is for me...
Copyright © Wendy Okeke | Year Posted 2011
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Wendy Okeke Poem
Stranger In My Home
my home is like a carousel its lost the meaning of parallel,
it's weird, it's small, it's short, it's wide and has made me give up my sleeping tide,
my home in which I sleep and breathe has left me with no humble kith,
my carousel moving round and round spinning till my eyes loses its sound.
life and it's mysteries, if the past were to accept me, nostalgia would be my golden age my home seemingly a cage would lose all entities of its rage.
the curtains, sheets, chairs and bedding they embrace my every treading,
I sit and stare at the light and the words elude my sight,
my home's lost the scent of home, I miss it like it's lost its dome,
where am I? so unfamiliar & mundane, emptiness of cluttered atmosphere,
it's all too blur, I'm a stranger in my home.
Copyright © Wendy Okeke | Year Posted 2014
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Wendy Okeke Poem
i cannot tell you am sure
my days are not of awe
i spend it in my hidden tree
with leaves and roots of fading dreams
yet so ever green...
you am still unsure of
doubts i know are tough
but change the hue of my atmosphere my dear
from green to humble, stainless and rare
yet so ever green...
when my hope rises high
your lying lips deny
for every hurt and pain you strain
my tears you will not claim
ever green my days remain..
i am stronger after every bite
i will continue my humble plight
but when your teeth is sunk deep, to drive my heart insane
don't blame me if i part this lane
and embrace my green again...
thoughts of happiness we might chase
to change the mystery of this place
but where i am i still remain
this place so ever green and the same
anywhere with you i will go
to make this right even in the cold
but when the days become ours to mold
remind me to say i was told
as we embrace the green i sold...
yet so ever green...
Copyright © Wendy Okeke | Year Posted 2011
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Wendy Okeke Poem
the disarray of your atmosphere
deep in subtle mess
yet your smile
ca,ms like the sea
how imperfectly perfect
brooding in your thoughts of pain
carved their names in your heart
your gift from HIM you hide
isolating yourself from hurting eyes
yet your star a symbol of hope
how imperfectly perfect
rough on diverged roads
scared of the wrong choice
yet a smile you keep on board
deceptive they say, but smart i believe
how imperfectly perfect
disturbed is your heart
yet happy for your mate
unknown to them
soulful is your act
so imperfectly perfect
Copyright © Wendy Okeke | Year Posted 2011
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Wendy Okeke Poem
guilt ruins me for my crime
though i torture my mind
i also feel torture in my heart
physical appearance, deceptive
my guilt holds me no freedom
captured by my own deeds
i hear laughter
laughter of defeat
now time cannot return
mistakes would have corrections
but i am haunted by my guilt
i try separation, impossible
in the depth of my heart
i cry for help, no answer
then i ask, is it a crime?
my guilt answers...
Copyright © Wendy Okeke | Year Posted 2011
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Wendy Okeke Poem
my heart is asleep
my soul wide awake
my voice sings
yet my heart dreams on
the pines and cravens of a sleeping heart
haunts and taunts my spirit
for i have been to a land
a land i cannot comprehend
felt things i cannot explain
so be good to me
oh vast, but fearful mind
stop your search
and find a way
to awaken my SLEEPING HEART...
Copyright © Wendy Okeke | Year Posted 2011
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