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Best Poems Written by David Olughu

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Christ

Christ
Lamb, Messiah
Slain, crucified, risen
Saviour of man; glory
King.

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This Poet

I myself, the pen
The earth, my rumpled parchment
The hand is above

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Trinity

God the Father; King.
Jesus Christ the son; the Lamb.
Holy, His Spirit.

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Stained Graves

Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock,
the flying bird hits a rock.
Black apparels
grace the ting of dangling bells.
Faded emotion, the atmosphere sells.
Ashes and cremation; worthless pearls.
Lids kiss.
Reeds diss.
The log is laid.
A perfect box was made.
Last wishes, we prayed.
Endless array of tuxedos drench and tucks egos.
A joyless meeting of amigos.
Like the sight of the path the army goes.
Finally flesh merges with dust.
Wails grow and tear tanks burst.
Little ones are lost in an abyss.
All they can do is miss.
Beginning of an endless beginning.
What was thought impossible becomes possible.
Mortal body transcends to immortal.
Man is face-to-face with Maker,
like cake returned to the baker.
No more love poems and cards to make her
or the Sunday beach cruise in his bay car.
A great bewilder of the pen,
sent six feet below into a fortified sand den.
The world just lost a word,
but the earth gained a gem's death.
Blank papers thirst.
Cold pens await to be squeezed and bitten.
Let them fall on our little tender hands.
Let's stab letters onto papers,
just as you once did with quills.
We'll imprint our signature.
We'll acquint the poets culture.
Just as air will never be exhausted,
your words will be eaten in an egg sauce stead.

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If Today Was Your Last

If today was your last,
would you be proud of who you've been?
The thoughts, the words, the deeds;
would they put a grin on your face as you watch them replay?
Or you'll wish to be buried below the 6feet mark, to get away from the shame of your past.

If today was your last,
would you count a handful of lives you have given hope to?
Through thoughts, through words, through deeds;
would you exhale in contentment at the sight of those impacted?
Or you'll bury your face beneath the 6feet mark, hiding from all you led astray.

If today was your last,
would you look back at all and sundry that you changed?
By thoughts, by words, by deeds;
would you sit back and and enjoy the culture you created?
Or you'll crawl under the 6feet mark, to escape the menace you left unaltered.

If today was your last,
would you be sure to find your name in the book of life?
For thoughts, for words, for deeds;
would you find rest in that you have fought a good fight?
Or you'll wish 6 more feet were added, to shade you from His wrath.