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Best Poems Written by Ojobo Emmanuel

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Elegy of the Aisle

A memory of tears filled eyes
How can I forget this precious aisle?
The aisle you walk in your gown-shy
Now carries your silent and dire

How can I whisper to you love
How you looked as a dove
Ah! The memory is green and fresh
The night of our all white and thresh

Look at you o! Once beautiful aisle
You are my dread on you my light fade
Sermon given to my love as she goes to grave
The grace I ask to face this maze

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Its Over

IT’S OVER
It hurt for me to let her go
But i have let her to know
We just can’t together grow

I love so much to say quit
I hate to see us away split
Our love now a close crypt

I can say it’s over so immediate
Because we were once intimate
Don’t want to break her heart for hate

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When I Failed

WHEN I FAILED
Tears is what strolled past me
Lost and sad is what i feel
When it all crush me clean
My tears is full to the brim

Now i know life is not as it is in movies
And not as seen in the Disney’s
The greats are not made by eases’
I failed but still do not cease

Life thought me hard so young
I saw my life crushed all along
Now i see life so real; not long
I fell and disappointed but now strong

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An Ode To Her

AN ODE TO HER
 Honour whom shall we raise high
With her i always stand and sigh
Your love is what i see at home
To whom shall you be made known?

Cleopatra-can she ever stands your tide?
The mediator o! She stood the time
She is a way easy and safe to Christ grace
And intercessor of the worn out age

She is of heaven alma-mater
Tabernacle of our lord and master
O! Virgin our gracious mother
Full of grace humble and greater


Etal Gracias Light

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An Ode To Age

AN ODE TO AGE

Where are hairs that are grey?
Age has now become a prey
Respect washed home away

Age can never be a number 
If so wisdom is a title
Age wake up and let’s have a history

Wisdom prepares a banquet not for kids
For the strong and those willed
Wisdom comes with grey

Maturity is not but a twin of wisdom
Age is not maturity; maturity is age
A child can be old; old can never be a child

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Ode To the Winter Sun

ODE TO THE WINTER SUN
Who could believe what we have seen
It is a sun in winter what a rare thing

In the open we run to with our camp bed
You have relieved us for we were cold dead

How glorious and beautifully this day you rule
For you have finally set in Olympus

How often shall we see you O! Fairy ring
Before your full show at summer and spring

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Without a Silver Spoon

WITHOUT A SILVER SPOON
Without silver I was born 
Though without it never handled a gun
Always I want ever to be honest
So i won’t be a life detest

A fore are my opportunities-why hesitate
A genius I am and knowledge I am to disseminate
Wisdom is in me and not to be doomed
I am going though without a silver spoon

Without silver spoon whose fault?
Never will be I any bit inferior
I know who I am is of superior
Though without it still have a dream

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Wreck of Ship-Africa

WRECK OF SHIP-AFRICA

Where is the sentiment of those who fought?
When their blood is shed and their story taught
Are we forgetting or we never knew.

Are we going to watch this sheep wreck
O! I cry for the captains are lepers and dread
We need another Christ to save us from ourselves

Life is at stake not for a good and reasoned course
Selfishness and brutality, innocent and the guilty suffers
The strong wage war against the weak without remorse.

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On My Way To the Grave

ON MY WAY TO THE GRAVE

how i wish you could hear this by me
i died not of cancer but of love not seen
now a befitting funeral to dust you give
you let me untended like a forgotten olive

you now sing me a lullaby i will not kiss
a smile that i will not get to say i miss
where were you! when the last i breath
who give a damn about that suit -thick

a hypocrite you never was they found in you love
stop deceiving those mourning with your epigram
never was i what you call me now-your dove
it is too late for on my way shan't see me stand

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The Tree of Eden

THE TREE OF EDEN

I love to see you o tempting tree
How i wish you are still seen and free
Flourishing with juicy fruit; lovely
Now you are all alone and lonely

O Eden fruit cherished from the tree
I so much admire your feel
And want to devote my time to your peel
So soft like pomegranate with fleshy skin

What a rare thing not well known
A tree filled fruit of wise and great policies
The skin remind me of the evening moon
But it’s jealously protected from doom