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Kingsly Vunain Poem
HOMELESS
Devilish homeless virus!
To what do we owe this visit?
You play with lungs like toys,
Taking dreams to early graves;
And in our tears you find your joy,
Who the hell is your creator?
Visa free from nation to nation;
Traveling like a prostitute infection,
Even home is not safe with family;
Please take your leave so quickly.
A cry for the Doctors in battle;
At the war front without assurance;
And for your venom possessed victims,
Courage to the courage they carry...
A cry out to my own humble Creator;
Lion with eye-on from Zion and Judah...
The same One my Muslims call Allah;
Come down from heaven with power.
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Kingsly Vunain Poem
It’s stress enough to know a lady
They’re all just like a baby;
Sometimes you’ll think you’re crazy;
Like wealth, she’ll never come easy
Even though for you she’s been waiting.
You’ll talk love to her in a letter,
Keeping your patience like a waiter
“I’m sorry we can’t be together.”
Day and night fighting with her beauty
Yet when they come, she goes wavy;
What does she want! I think she’s crazy.
She’ll tell you true lies that are heavy
“I’m in love with another already”
Could this be true or she’s just not ready?
You may steal her heart with just some words
Then she just realizes she’s deeply in love;
But if you tease her bad, she hates like war.
Doing the things you normally shouldn’t
To win her heart when you normally couldn’t;
She will stress you like a math paper
Mining her heart for her chemical reaction
To catch the answer that feels her passion.
A lady is a study till life do part
Even when you’ve battled and won her heart;
Changing like a chameleon till you’re tired
But for the sake of love, never retire.
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Kingsly Vunain Poem
WITHOUT YOU
Nobody wants to be alone;
Needing you to call my own,
The greatest regret is me without you;
Look into my eyes and see it’s true.
Without you, I am my own best company;
Be my Chloe and I your Anthony,
Looking into your eyes all day and night;
Like the sun and moon right from the sky.
Without you I cannot be me;
Offset by your absence from the scene,
We can make the greatest love story;
Than Shakespeare’s pen ever told in history,
I want to love you like nobody has done;
Even when this beauty I see is gone.
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When youthfulness is booming,
And beauty is live streaming;
While she tops her elegant eighteen
Assured she’s no more a teen
As she advertises like a slay queen:
World class comments on Facebook,
Nighttime parties inbox booked,
The men will love to play and hook,
As they all scramble for her pretty looks,
Does she even know how to cook?
Young and amazingly pretty,
Deedful and emotionally guilty,
She wants the things so flashy,
But all is sweet vanity...
When she faces the future of her reality.
She says she’s coming but never arrives;
Her tone is fueled with charm of lies;
As she blinks the streets like a Chinese show;
But beauty is a pretty blow...
I yet can see the smile of old age,
When beauty has drowned on the young stage;
She lost the star when she got engaged,
Acting now like a curtain drawer on the backstage;
Yet, old age is a lifetime beauty cage.
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