Clarks Poems - Poems about Clarks

...Phoebe and her brother and sisters loved to play, like capricious wind; And many robust children lived nearby, like green nature, an old friend. The Clarks lived in town, like turquoise n......

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...We don’t need to be anyone or anything else but the next power couple What’s in a name, what does it mean Well for the Clark’s that is Angelo our son, you and me I never gave much thought t......

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...To Christopher Okigbo To Chinua Achebe To Wole Soyinka To JP Clarks To Habila Helon A measure of time past I am part of your dark side To this wayward side of this wet Benue roads, childr......

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...Yesterday I worked with Wole Soyinka in his farm; a farm of poetry where we harvested words And sow imagery like a spring of seedlings. I kept pace with him in the field of words until He smiled......

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...Call me Chinua Achebe from dead, Take me home to Wole Soyinka' bosom Bundle me to John Clarks at his castle; They infected me with this madness, Madness of words that get me focus. I have ......

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...Steep slope Elope. Ready Steady. Go fast At last. Skid down Clarks frown. Muscles Angles. Enjoy Annoy. Pleasure Treasure.......

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...This I ask not in folly but in honesty, Perfect me gods of poetry Make me an eyes that sees, Make me the mouth that speaks. Let me be the hands that writes, The legs that walk for perfection Th......

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...Jealous, Jealous, Jealous The swiftness of the Vessa just killed me, That speed and the grandeur of the seat, The frame’s shine and the four wheels free, The maroon leather upholstery neat. ......

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...Can we write a poem of love? Can we write a poem that we can't tell its story? Can we become the fire of the pastors? Can we write a poem of love' song which only women can sing the song not men......

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...The mind that opens to new idea never Comes back to its original size... Einstein. I shall become a great writer when I grow up. Then I will write about love and affection, The negative side of l......

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...SING IT TO “Danny Boy” Verse Oh what a joke This beer is full of water Tastes not like beer But something very strange So landlord dear do tell us what you diiid Make sure you never dooooo it again......

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