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Michael Edison Poem
The fairest land among other earthly spot
She is blessed, dark and more beautiful than what other folks thought
Surrounded by numerous river for bath and food
Her shelve is seen with abundant oil to lubricate her food
Her tent is in the west pole with giant children of African black race
Call her name Nigeria, my homeland
Call her name Nigeria my homeland is fast pacing
The green pasture for the worlds continuous grazing
Nature never frown at her and her air is so refreshing
May her children that comes find caress that abolish pain
Call her name Nigeria, my homeland whose soil yields gain
Nigeria my homeland is filled with milk and honey
The salvage ground for those whose land is angry
May this land lay a bed for her babes rather than a hewn rocky cradle
Nigeria my homeland is calling on all to make love our final option
To raise our flag tall in the committee of other nations
With love strong chord Nigeria will never face confusion
Let build our land in unity instead of heart invasion
Let pride in our culture instead of hatred and too much commotion
Let make love our final option in building a great nation
BY
MICHAEL EDISON
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IN THIS LONELY PIT
I WAS BORN UPON IT THORNS
TO WALLOW IN TEARS OF DEFEAT
NO! I HAVE NO WORLD TO CHERISH MY HORNS
THE SON OF THAT OUTCAST
WHOSE HEART BLEEDS APART
APART TO FLOAT IN HIS TEARS
IN THIS LONELY PIT
I FOUND NO WORLD THAN WALLS
WALLS OF DEPRESSION AND HATE
WALLS THAT EVERYTHING AT ME SPATE
WHAT IS LOVE? IN THIS ITCHING NET
NET THAT SPARK PERILS AND FATE
FATES OF SORROW SO DEEP
DEEP IN THIS PIT
DEEP IN MY TEARS.
©MICHAEL EDISON
5/7/2016
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She smile at me and my good looks appear
Her teeth beautifully arrange in the same bright and white of eyes
She make her curvy walk on the street, and her untainted pensiveness transform the place to the street of gold
Her steps signal an aura of confidence which diffuse as a scent of a moving angel
Her smiles air out a soul connect of delirious desire
The earth and heavens are in awe of her empirical reality
Her aura of beauty illuminate the entire masculine cycle
Who is that man that passes by without exhilarating and distracted by this unusual earthly Aphrodite
Yet she bends only into my ceiling and my little slipped into her yields a melodic moan
Oh I can hear—–the earth so exclaim!
Yes! They can hear me say—–she is my polish queen
The earth stood still and glanced at how I fix my hands to hers,
As we both exhale alluring romance
The flowers sing and dance, oozing their scent, giving her many ovations at a smear of her lion
The wind blows bending tall trees to smile at her
Her beauty covers the earth and love rain plentifully
Her gentle soul soften the sun not to be cruel on earthly creatures
I can hear the birds tweet my name to her
Yes! She is my polish queen…
The birds sing to accord her walk into my arms
Oh! The heavens declare that she is a desire of every man, but her heart beat for one
Yet my thigh wriggles to her and my sweat plant a seed in her
Yes! I can hear her say ……..I’m your polish queen
Alas! The earth prostrate, the heavens triumph,
As I declare ——-she is my polish queen.
for lovers all over the world
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A LETTER TO MY SON
Listen son
Thinking about the memories you have of me
The memories that rankles
It rankles as long as we sniffle off air
Air of life and eternity
A wave of guilt and remorse
Swept off my pillow at midnight
I had been a cross and a spear
That cut deep into your Childhood
I scolded and humiliated your ego
I had been a threat
Rather than be a FATHER
Do you remember son
When I was on the telephone
Quickly your innocent but timid face
Pop into my room with hurt
Hurt and tears in your eyes
You wanted a touch of daddy
A touch of comfort and a hug
Impatient at the interruption
I snapped at you in neglect
You ran terribly with sickening fear away
You were gone pattering up the stairs
I had been a peril
Rather than be a FATHER
Son you grew up fast
So fast with scars
Scars and wounds that may rankle
I was finding fault and blames
Even when you bid me goodbye
Goodbye to daddy yet I frown
I have caused all the mistakes you made
Because I was a pharoah
Rather than be a FATHER
Well son, God did create you
with a kind blossoming heart
Heart so meek and loving
I reprimanded you in all things
Yet you still rush at night
Before bed to kiss me good night
With remorse and shame
I write to you
It was never hatred
But the wrong habit that repulse
I truely love you son
Now I desire you to dwell in my arms
For I want to take back
All the hurts and pains
To be a better daddy from now.
©Michael Edison
6:15pm
28/5/2016
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Several years ago, history tells us the story is all about love Where can one find real love such as the titanic love?
Where can I find love with such a strong bond?
Like the hottest furnace let it burn
Where can I find love that regards no treasures Even though it is full of thrilling pleasures
Love without tears but full of adventures
Where can I find love so true, I mean the titanic love?
Where can I find love I mean such as I can offer?
Where can I find love that can never be altered?
Where can I find love that ties both heart and soul?
Where can I find love that is touching to the soul?
Where is love with which God molded us together?
Where I can find love, I mean together forever Where can I find love, such as the titanic love?
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I made a journey through the crowded corridor,
And saw the lions and other wild beast wrestling
The place was thickly, slicking with human most important tissues
The crowded corridor was roaring and scary
Wrestling, oh! Wrestling among the big and mighty beasts
I made a journey through another crowded corridor, I discovered the colony of fish and shark things were different
Then I inquire of self, why should my colony be dark and scary
I know wrestling among folks is important, but it shouldn’t be this devouring
There is wrestling, oh! Wrestling in the crowded filed
Dedicated to my country
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I'm so bound and tied to your love,
let me not die early
Please don't dig my grave early…
because with love I can't see you clearly
I've given what holds my life to a mere human hand I've given my heart, don't tie it down nor band Because I have no choice than be your love and one husband
Please don't dig my grave so early because my treasured heart is in your hand
Please don't dig my grave because I didn't keep it to self
I couldn't stop the feelings and senses so strong to serve
There are no life challenges stronger than the word 'divorce'
It is the earth down casting force
Please don't dig my grave for love early
A little more love keeps us stronger
Love in a wrong direction can cast out forever
But this love, the lord will tie us like never
Let me not die for love instead to live for love
Love is what all the living sought for, but few have little to love
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I got drown in the river of love
It drew me by and by to the conference of love
This is where two rivers meet for love
Then I saw an angel walk towards me with hands full love
In the same river where I was drawn for love's sake I found myself again in the arms of love
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What will I do if all I do, I'm not with you
I try stopping the feelings which love you
But I find myself loving you all the way
Let's keep it together at all cost and I will pay
Love is what will keep us satisfied
We will leave the story for the world to testify
Even though you need his love more than mine
Let it be that I lost my dear life trying to be thine
It is not easy to let go and forget
Is it possible to cry without the feeling of pains and regret?
So be it that you make my feelings wrong
But let your heart bet, if we let it in very strong Nothing will take me away so long
I yearn all day for someone to give my entire vow
I feel I have found one whom I will not let go now Think nothing of tomorrow because it must surely bow
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There exist a religion
It believers are not in legion
Few they're but found in all the region
It doctrine I'll forever preach
I'll preach till it aim is reach
Let me sing this ballad for my religion
For even it believers are now erring
That's also the reason a lot are lacking
Lacking behind it riches and fame
They are selfish and find things to blame
Rather than support each other to grow
This religion is POETRY
it believers are the poet and poetesses
Their teaching is the poem
I am a believer and I grow in it flame
©Michael Edison
19/9/2016
11:28am
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