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George Aboyi Poem
As I walk down the sloopy,snaky road ,the strings of my
Sights pull a dusty harbour of a canary.He strings his harp
To the little boy in the plains of the sunniest reed
Boy: The days are gray on us,we are lost in the pit of
Barren laughter,tears from the skies never run dry.
What ails a rainbow world thus?
Canary: As you walk down the sloppy,snaky road,on the
Signpost of a cruel reed hangs a bridge that links
Hearts so close.The chords of human fates are
Intertwined.We go ahead,always there is a new
World up the hills.
Tears from the skies never run dry, the bridge of love
Cloese in on our hearts.By the side of your crooked
Heart lies an oasis,tender and beautiful.
There lie minds that soar above desert of hate.
The truest beauty is that which the mind breeds.
As you walk down the slopy, snaky route pause and look
For, there is a bridge that whispers beauty into our hearts-
A bridge so close to our fates.And through this we weave
Together a garment of hope and love.
Copyright © George Aboyi | Year Posted 2005
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George Aboyi Poem
They who march on storms, who poke fingers into the rocks
And roll their faces at the sun eyeball to eyeball,
Beat their chest with a seal of "never say never"
They invoke the wrath of danger only to scorn its
Reddish looks. They have their palms greased.
They know no retreat so they have their days tied to
Threats. They ply their pride on seasoned ventures.
Ordained monks of risks , stoutly poised for capricious whims
Have their sanctuary exalted by the reins of time.
Amidst the clammiest world of rage they embellish
Courage with forgiveness- a relief to a famished spirit
Those who dare it rekindle the wine of strength.
They whom it is meant (though) may know not have their
Paths blessed and brightened.
Fresh rays resound the brave when tampered with the glowing
Sparks of mercy.Forgiveness is the ornament of the brave,
All who toe this path enrich the milk of creation.
Forgiveness lightens the yoke of the brave.
Engrave this O mighty heart in your stout jaws.
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Moments ago, my heart leapt with joy
From my mother's womb,I saw the birds gyrating
To the azuric skies.My fragile frame galloped
In fear of that which contorts my looks- Age.
Every minute gone by dances with you. Your
Trickish ferocity sweeps away the beauty of time,
With your windy,cowering syndrome of wrinkles
Locked in your soggy,wispy clouds,wiggling our
Gullible minds.
Subtle antagonist that diminishes our vigour and mocks
The exuberance of our noontide, ebbing and pecking
At the flowery fruits of our dawn.With your increased
Burden, the wine of wisdom fills our thirsty minds
And your breathe evokes our evenings of tears.
Where age begins,life ends
Where age ends, life begins.
Copyright © George Aboyi | Year Posted 2005
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George Aboyi Poem
Moments ago, my heart leapt with joy
From my mother's womb,I saw the birds gyrating
To the azuric skies.My fragile frame galloped
In fear of that which contorts my looks- Age.
Every minute gone by dances with you. Your
Trickish ferocity sweeps away the beauty of time,
With your windy,cowering syndrome of wrinkles
Locked in your soggy,wispy clouds,wiggling our
Gullible minds.
Subtle antagonist that diminishes our vigour and mocks
The exuberance of our noontide, ebbing and pecking
At the flowery fruits of our dawn.With your increased
Burden, the wine of wisdom fills our thirsty minds
And your breathe evokes our evenings of tears.
Where age begins,life ends
Where age ends, life begins.
Copyright © George Aboyi | Year Posted 2005
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