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Abraham Okonkwo Poem
My sweet sugar cube
The sweet song of the black bird
The sweet air in bitter air
My sweet natured cube
The character, busy like bees
Not busy doing nothing like beehive
But busy to keep me sweet?
I don't know;if me,I'll keep her sweet
To know if she kept me sweet
In the class our used hot candle wax
I mold into a cube
To myself, it's similar to my sugar cube
I gave it to her as a gift
If she likes it , keep it and remind me
Then I' ll know, she keeps me sweet
She did, which made me dumb-founded.
Now at my own sweet will
I could not keep my sugar cube sweet
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Abraham Okonkwo Poem
my hands are not d work of my hand
but the work of thine hand
'u' are what 'u' said u are
am .not mine but thine
the effort that made me is not mine;
i'm not made in u.s or japan but heaven
'u' are what 'u' said u are
when i want to see 'u'
i look at the mirror and smile
cos' i have seen 'u'
'cos i believe 'u' made me in ur image
'u' are what 'u' said 'u' are
the sun, not created in God image:
the enemies can't stop from rising
not even from shining
so can my enemies stop me?
from rising and shining? no! no! no!!!
'u' are'my lord' what 'u' said 'u' are
the chair and the alter
ur son and ur dauther
are not the reason i'm .here
but i'm here to say thank 'u'
for 'u' are what 'u' said 'u' are
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Abraham Okonkwo Poem
WHO AM I?
THAT PERSON THAT LOOK GOOD INSIDE
AND LOOK BAD OUTSIDE.
THAT PERSON THAT LOOK BAD INSIDE
BUT LOOK GOOD OUTSIDE.
WHO AM I?
THAT PERSON THAT PREACHES THE WORD
BUT DID NOT SLEEP WITH IT
THAT PERSON THAT SLEEP WITH THE WORD
BUT WILL NOT LEAVE WITH IT.
OH! YOU CAN’T DINE WITH GOD
AND WINE WITH THE DEVIL
WHO AM I?
I LOVE GOD BUT ALLOW HATE AND GOSSIP
TO TAKE THE OTHER SIDE OF ME
I LOVE GOD BUT ALLOW MALICE AND ENVY
TO TAKE THE OTHER SIDE OF ME
WHO AM I?
LET YOUR ‘EVERY’ TO SERVE GOD
YOU CAN’T RIDE A CAR WITH CLOSED EYE
GIVE GOD YOUR ‘ALL’
YOU CAN’T EAT WITH THE SPOON OF GOD FROM THE DEVIL’S PLATE
THESE WILL NOT FIT:
JESUS JACKET ON TOP OF SATAN’S SANDALS
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MY EYE HURTS ‘COS I CAN’T SEE YOU
MY ARMS ARE EMPTY ‘COS I CAN’T HOLD YOU
MY LIPS ARE COLD ‘COS I CAN’T KISS YOU
MY HEART IS BROKEN ‘COS AM NOT WITH YOU
EVER SEEN THE HEAVEN WITHOUT THE STAR?
EVER SEEN THE EARTH WITHOUT A SHELTER?
EVER SEEN THE SEA WITHOUT THE A SNAPPER?
EVER SEEN A LOVE WITHOUT A LOVER?
OH! NOW YOU ARE GONE
WHY AND WHY AM I WAKING UP?
AT LEAST IN MY DREAM I CAN SEE YOU
WHY AM I WAKING UP INTO THIS CRUEL WORLD
TO WAKE AND SEE THE MORNING AND NOON WITHOUT YOU
HOW LONELY,DREADFUL, PAINFUL AND WASTEFUL IT WILL BE
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Abraham Okonkwo Poem
MUSIC IS A PILL THAT HAIL FROM HEAVEN
IT HEALS THE MIND AND HEAVY-HEARTED
THE BROKEN MIND IS MIND AT IT'S SOUND
IT'S A PILL THAT DOES NOT EXPIRE BUT INSPIRE
THE POOR AND THE RICH CAN'T DO WITHOUT IT
KING SAUL WAS HEALED BY IT
IT BRINGS THE FEELING OF NOSTALGIA
IT BRING OLD MEMORIES BACK
IT MAKES US TO MAKE MEANING OUT OF NOTHING
IT KEEPS OUR BODY AND SOUL INTACT
LIKE WINE THAT HAVE NOT BEEN TAPED
THOUGH WE MAY NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT
THE SONG WRITER MEANS BUT WE STILL NOD
NOD OFF, EVEN AT OUR SADDEST MOMENT
AT IT RHYME AND RHYTHM OF THE MUSIC
EVEN AS THE WORLD IS A STAGE
THE SUN LIGHTS IT UP
AND THE WIND WHISTLE A SONG
THE RIVER AND SEA ROARS AND FLAP AT
IT'S BANKS AND SHORES
BEHOLD MUSIC IS MADE.
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