The memory of the lost ring,
Arise the heaven blue to sing,
"Focusing the right cling'
Can straight your ring wing.
On the movement of dark ark,
Allow mammoth of the tape black,
Satisfy not the wage of blue sark,
That is eating the simply glark in the glare of dark.
The libration of humanity,
Corrupt all the vein to “rude diety”
That was found on the Clive of hill guilty,
In untold way of the cruel certainty.
In there any object,
That was in this‡ to object,
Except in poverty abject,
Like the white ray in a whitish concept.
A young tray of thought,
Asked the birth to give him deep thought,
But the betray of hot shot,
Placed on the back of white thought.
Running from the sea side,
With no where to hide,
Both in rain and hot,he has to slide,
From the dirty takes to tide.
Away a lost hope,
Where he no where to cope,
Better change the tape,
To sing for you a song of yellow grape.
I am
rush of wind,
upwelling seas,
weathered rock
reforming,
libration of the
moon at play,
dust of stars
rebirthing.
I sing
among the spheres,
take mirrored water
for a canvas,
and for the gemsbok
in Namib
remain unmoved,
uncaring;
then I grow limbs,
in self reflection rise,
grow clever hands,
create anew
and stand,
a part of,
not apart from,
All That Is,
to tremble
with the energy
of suns
surging in my veins,
to choose
with brain and heart
my course among the galaxies:
coldness or compassion.
High cheif peter Esievo,the ugherughe
1 of Agbon kingdom
far beyond bars your fame has spread
in the lips of school boys sings forth
your praises.
From the mouth of poor mothers
echoes forth your name in melodies
the gray-headed men pours out of
their wisdom incannation and
libration of blessing.
The strength of youth and their agility
you did reward and makes them
wear an always smile.
You are the famous BIG MIKE, an
image of the benevolent God
JEHOVAH, God of the heavens.
His sun and rain he gives freely on
both the good,bad and the urgly,this
too you have shown.
Vain is the dog who cheases after an
elephant,may same before your foe.
The more you take from the sea sand,
the more it becomes. May same
before your wealth.
The tales of your good acts birth forth
from the lips of mr G.T,the boy who
made ovu proud and other kindred
folks.
And so i, a poet bleeds forth from my
quil these praise lines.
Ovu and oviorie
says thank you
''BIG MIKE''.
ROYAL HEROINE
A pure damsel
of noble borne
with her crown
unseen,resting upon
her noble brow.
Though in thoughts
and gaze was
something entirely
different, the libration
of her own clan.
So to arms
she chooses, sword in
hand, shield on the
other,bow and arrows
lie still in her back, as
she bears the wrath
of a decade slavery.
She was seen
under the cover
of darkness
leaping the vallies and
climbing hills.
The heaven burst
open
in torrent of tears
mourning those yet to
die by her blazing
sword.
Furry burns brightly in
her eyes,ignated like
the olympic lamp, her
feet were swifter
than galloping horses
charging into battle.
She was a mere
shadow,yet cutting
deep into flesh,
separating bones
from marrows,
slaying thousands by
her arrow.
She gave death news
to their foes
and increased their
woes,she made them
taste the cold steel
with which she
bought freedom.
The sun rises and the
chirping song and
heavenly taste of
liberty
echoes forth from
broken chains of
slavery bounds.
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