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Benjamin Isibor Poem
There, thrust to
high Heaven
my ever trusted foe
whose flashes flames
of fine froth
lured me within his
caste raps.
There, lies my
intent torment;
A galaxy of my
inventor
Deadly duel
reminiscence.
Falsehood keg me in
Bars,
spade off, from
sprayed spittle.
Like a barren
scarecrow.
Stood scar of the
underworld,
A trait, from
trusted Martian
His facade holds a
fang
His rear springs a
barrow
His mid inhabits a
maim,
runs the raw rubbles
of a rival,
What a rust of
uncrowned remedies?
Like the unspoken
mirage.
Seared off from the
carcass
Set asunder from my
design
Have I return unhurt
and unscarred?
Where are the fang,
barrow and maim
That once engulfs my
whole sanity
where is my
entrusted foe?
Where are hands that
spared me?
Whose satire bears
me up,
Like the spider’s
barrow
is the cradle of my
existence?
There goes my foe
There goes my
torment
A friend and a
comforter,
Engrave in a solemn
sepulcher
Owe in spread wings
to oblivion
Leaving a fang for a
portion:
Solace that hurts,
Secrets that sieved
the siege
A hidden jewel for a
treasure
Truth that heals.
Copyright © Benjamin Isibor | Year Posted 2013
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Benjamin Isibor Poem
Remember me my
friends,
when the trees bask
with delights
when the waves whack
the rock
when the fair
weather whispers.
Then know am close
and I need a touch
Remember me my foe
The stainless
pathway of our duel
the ravaging rift of
our skin
the cries of each
blooded strikes
when the deep
ancient scars nipped
Then know this my
foe
That am close by
and I need to strike
Remember me now
When the corona
strikes the amazons
As the Halloween
nights of lust
Where all spasms
are expelled
Like a vintage
tornado rocket
With a wild cry of
exoticism
Shrilled with a
chilly blast
Then know this now
That am the next
bang
Remember me always
When the birds bask
on trees,
the wagtail screw
for hideout,
like when whirlpool
whirls
as the wader wades
the mud
like a dancing night
ecstasy
then know am close
and I need a mate
Remember me often
times
When the waves rip
its lungs
When the breeze
whispers eastwards
When the cockerel
clown its crown
as she announces the
morning post,
Remember me always
Oh my memories
Oh my victories
Oh my footed armies
of duels
My believes untapped
My hopes unleashed
My lust exorcised
My greed farced
My shame eclipsed
among the stars
And my humility
nailed to oblivion.
Remember me again.
My love that floats
the bud
My hate that holds
the hades
My dreams that
torment me
My grief that frill
my final abode
My pains that sprout
my exits
My cries that echoes
to abyss
Remember me for ever
My hands that grief
with sadness
Unleashed your paw,
frittered me with
your pegs,
defiled my
defenseless dune,
snatch my unborn
from the cradle
erase the face of my
returns
close the torches of
my paths.
That my breathless
veins
rise no more
But remember
My flights now
My battles
My pains
My fears
Remember my
goodbyes,
then I live again.
Written by Benny
Isibor
Copyright © Benjamin Isibor | Year Posted 2013
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Benjamin Isibor Poem
My feet won't be hurt to dance to you
My hands won't be short to swirl around for you
My heart won't be disillusioned to sing for you
But my soul is kept this day for you
To see a gentle prince of our time celebrates
Celebrate your heroic throne
Now strikes the beats of each footage
Reminds me of each word spoken by you
God is blessed for your upkeep
Glory honour be to Him that has kept you whole
God's divinity makes you royal
My prince you're a royal
See the star stem of your budded staff
a reminiscence of Aaron's priesthood
I'll celebrate your divine prince hood
A man with a warrior's might
A mighty man of valor
A man of taste and splendor
Copyright © Benjamin Isibor | Year Posted 2013
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Benjamin Isibor Poem
My feet won't be hurt to dance to you
My hands won't be short to swirl around for you
My heart won't be disillusioned to sing for you
But my soul is kept this day for you
To see a gentle prince of our time celebrates
Celebrate your heroic throne
Now strikes the beats of each footage
Reminds me of each word spoken by you
God is blessed for your upkeep
Glory honour be to Him that has kept you whole
God's divinity makes you royal
My prince you're a royal
See the star stem of your budded staff
a reminiscence of Aaron's priesthood
I'll celebrate your divine prince hood
A man with a warrior's might
A mighty man of valor
A man of taste and splendor
Copyright © Benjamin Isibor | Year Posted 2013
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