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Bruce Elsonbati Poem
The Night, what a secretive creature
Dark,
Mysterious,
Eerie,
Each a tantalizing feature
It crawls in, from behind
Like shadow,
Like ghost,
Like intruder,
Throws cover and makes blind
Though creepy, it fascinates
With spiders,
With scorpions,
With serpents,
Resurrects and animates
The firmament, covered with chandeliers
Radiant,
Aflame,
Aglow,
Startlingly each appears
The desert dwellers, I envy
Favored,
Blessed,
Fortunate,
For the starry Night, they see
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Bruce Elsonbati Poem
Innocent, was born of my mother
When a single word could not I utter
As grew I a little older
became defiant, and a little bolder
Then I learned how to speak profane
A worthy speech, not but vain
Soon, I learned the art of lying
Enchanted, was I so enjoying
Unaware whom, I was letting sins to make me
Down and down and down to take me
My heart had hardened like stone
My conscience dead like Al Capone
Alas! I've earned the fire
But it'll cleanse the guilt of lust and desire
My hope is then I'd be set to go
But sins abound, really I do not know
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Bruce Elsonbati Poem
DEATH
Every soul is bound to meet
The angel of death, will come to greet
Behold! That fateful day
No escape; No! No way!
Health, wealth, and might
Offer no help; futile to fight
And they imagine life is only one
The Hereafter, say, “There’s none!?”
Cling to life with persistence, they
Desire immortalized existence, they
But ordained, it is to end
Why? So hard to comprehend!?
Such goes the human story
Death, causes such a worry
Godless souls mortal, indeed
Alarmed, when death approaches with speed
But death, isn’t dying
A new birth, why are they denying?
It’s like being born from a mother
To a world unknown, and quite a-nother
Please, do not take me to the city
Ugly, there the night; the sky no pretty
Desire I for a place of old
Where the Stars sparkle like gold
Among the graves I like to walk
Among the ghosts in the dark
Witness the night, taking life away
Dead come alive, from the day
Liken I “death” to “night”
Dark but hide, they a light
“Night”, prelude to “day” so bright
“Death”, passage to “LIFE” after plight
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