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I'm clueless of what to write
Mere staring at your sight
My love for you is pure
For you i will endure
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My father was a prestigious man
So lugubrious he had to die
I was just at the age of twelve
When i was told he was away
Naive of why he committed the crime;
He took the life he never owned
He burnt himself alive
For nine years of my life
I have been in a battle
On why he killed himself
I remember me on his laps
Telling me sweet stories of life
I recall the songs he sings
To me in our own wordings
My father was a gift
For who will see no gift in a father?
Though never knew him to the brim
I knew i had a father
His death has brought me pain
To see me a fatherless soul
I know i have a gain
A destiny not to be wasted
I have an abode in God
I feel i am at rest
My father is late
But happiness dwells till date
My life is like a rose
Laid in the midst of thorns
And yet still blossoms
For when a father is lost
A father is surely found
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Learnt by the pang of fear
Oh Trojan horse thou art fair
So fearful and hard to near
Your presence!A dread even to air
Leading to an ancient unknown fence
Creating anguish in the ambience
Like a mad dog thou locate
Your way to doom or heaven's gate
Vigour in you aint got an end
For strong art thou till the end
Of world and world beyond thy tend
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A poem for your sake is nothing of praise
I bid to express what is felt at ease
For this;my only medium out of ways
For speaking fades but writng never cease
Thou art Queen of which city? Or from what home?
For beauty knows your name,ugliness hates
Can't tell your beauty,tell are you from Rome?
For my soul desires you,be mine oh sweet!
Can i compare thee to sun by daylight?
Or can i replicate you to a star?
Oh pulchritude i'll love to hold you tight
Eternity too short,our closeness far
For i want something closer than closeness
I desire you dearly!Oh loveliness.
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was to let my heart deceive
True love i did not receive
Despite all i wanted to achieve
For selfishness is all i believe
The mistake i made
was to make her a less priority
Despite all faithfulness and loyalty
Like a rag i meted thus
So ignorant of my loss
The mistake i made
So lugubrious! The loss is great
Now my life; solely dwelt on fate
For i now let fate now succeed
For to only him can i concede
The mistake i made
now nemesis has come to stay
I pray soon it goes away
Like a bird fly your way
I'm sober! Oh Lord don't delay
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I miss my pen that writes
My feelings,my thoughts,my sight
I miss the sheet that knows
All mood and all it owes
I know my heart to strife
For a long and blissful life
I had to go away
As time has led my way
Success is all i crave
For even to my grave
Will i make my words celebrated
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You say love a mental state
I beg to differ at any rate
To let you be of the know
That love is gradual and slow
A single facet of the coin
So soothing even to the loin
Love is so much indellible
Even greatest eraser can't erase
Love is what you see
The blind I bet can never be
A friut alone in a barren tree
Standing outstand for all to see
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Oh i feel defeat
Oh i live in defeat
Oh my love is in defeat
Oh the blood of defeat
Oh father of defeat
Oh come on defeat
Oh lets live for the feat
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The need of man is insatiable
Let me not a victim
To love you all my life is undeniable
I plead you quote me verbatim
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Wright Bankole Poem
You say love a mental state
I beg to differ at any rate
To let you be of the know
That love is gradual and slow
A single facet of the coin
So soothing even to the loin
Love is so much indellible
Even greatest eraser can't erase
Love is what you see
The blind I bet can never be
A friut alone in a barren tree
Standing outstand for all to see
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