Best Lees Poems

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"Laureate"



Laureate 
speak now lofty phantom
to my mind

guide my hand 
I write I write I write

receptor of communication
things that are not mortal
Luminiferou......

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..."Broken families beget culprits, and late remorse can never set things right"
~ By Poet.

Scenes reel back casting dark shadows,
Of the fated day I had to leave my home,
Handcuffed and g......

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...“The broken pieces of our heart like shards of glass are difficult to be glued up. It needs great care and craftsmanship to mend it.” ~ By Poet

The night stood,
veiled like an assassin.
Leaving ......

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...When Madoc roamed these waters,
Aye, fair Madoc of the seas,
I sailed with him, First Mate was I,
We sailed the outer lees.
And to these Emerald Seas we came,
From faroff emerald shores,
To pla......

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...The night stood, 
veiled like a nun.
     Wherever she looked,
         She saw a hooded assassin,
staring at her with eyes like fireballs.
     

Leaving aside 
the unfinished works,
s......

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..." Imagine a place where there is beauty, bliss and plentifulness for all. It is nothing short of utopia. Though we are far from realizing it, isn't it thrilling to imagine a version of the world diff......

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I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automati......

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"The Sleeper and The Supernaturalist"


The Sleeper
shone as she walked 
through the Woods

shining alive 
like nothing
natural could

caught 
in the moonlight 
una......

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...It's mid-summer again with its mild and moist morning,
Soon whisked away by the mid-day sizzling breeze.
The gorgeous wildflower drinks of the sun's offering,
While butterflies sip of the lily blosso......

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...State of the Art (III)

These are my "ars poetica" poems: the ones about the art and craft of writing poetry in a modern world that doesn't always recognize the artists or their work. 



Come ......

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...How often have we trekked this place,
along its ancient, narrow trace;
to feel the pale sun's trickling rays
that mark the passing of the days.
We trod near timeworn, sentry trees
and drink each......

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...I speak native tongue
From the lees heart of
The keg and palm tree
In the kukuruku forest
To be suffuse with 
The spirit of Anwu.

Dum dum gbidi gbom
Basks my body in
Drum beats of Egungun
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...Awe but man! She is a looker!
Don’t know if she’s someone’s honey,
Or a chargin’ hooker.

She’s struttin’ her stuff down town in her Lees,
jeans so tight, 
they’ve locked her knees..

Must be......

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...Where is the love? Where is the hugs?
It's a family meltdown, disturbingly so.
Adult children who think life is all about them.
Pent up emotions, anger and frustrations,
Petty disagreements, throwing......

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...Feelings of my heart, pouring like a foss
To the queen goddess of Pothos and Himeros
Before her alluring reflection I’m nak’d
My bones, flesh consum’d and spirit possess’d
With a fuddled heart fa......

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