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Edoja Faith Poem
Politics! Politics!
What a deadly
game,making
her victim early
lame.Dear
memories i
recall there
was but once
an election,but
present tell us
of selection.
With eyes as a
night owl ,we
see men with
ill mind as
ancient saul, it
would have
been a
pleasure to pay
them the visit
of christ and
rename them
paul, they think
the game is
neat yet it
leads them to
early pit,the
whole thing
digs a trench
when they
think its a
fence.
They believe
they are
players yet all
they need is
prayers,they
are v.i.p at
night
clubs,when
they need to
prepare their
cross,they
think they
have alot of
fans but soon
they will be
taken away in
vans.
Your form of
revenue is
easy,while
workers at
your avenue
are busy, they
went rubbing
the poor to fill
their abyss
accounts,while
their purses
were opened
by INEC leaches.
Their wealthy
company are
now crumbling
before a fall,
and their once
healthy skin
are growing
wrinkled,at the
right time, the
bile of death
they
tasted,the
throbbing
sensation of a
last breath
they
experienced,and
their life cud
was cut, to 6
feet he
became
reduced.
Copyright © Edoja Faith | Year Posted 2014
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Edoja Faith Poem
I bares my bosom to
the open wind.
caressing and kissing
enternal peace to
what only heart can
feel.
I have stayed too
long
on this night of dead
winter.
Muttered lips gives
birth to words from
frozen and senile
thoughts.
No farewell,
thankless,i departed
as my heart sleeps
with the ice and
snow
flakes.
what is left of me?
The silver tears of
my
angelic wife,such
golden goddess.
And the wail of
cherubic kids.
With my fore i now lie.
Copyright © Edoja Faith | Year Posted 2014
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Edoja Faith Poem
If i don't groom my
hair like the cock,
and return from home
before night clock,
nor did i wear a jean
rag
they'll say i don't have
swag.
Did he flirt around?
jane,julie ,he has girls
abound?
Did he pencil his
trousar or wear it
below his waist?
No! Was always the
answer, ah! They say
my youth is a waste.
If i don't drink
and i don't smoke
they'll say my
maturity is still shrink
and the notification i
get is a poke.
But i know who i am
i know what i am
though their pressure
be strong as a cyclone
i'll remain THAT
DECENT BOY!
Copyright © Edoja Faith | Year Posted 2014
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Edoja Faith Poem
Hidden among
thick shadows
of sin
man's ancient
world is seen
the lost path
to paradise
home
is worth my
swayling from
this worthless
dome.
I defile sin and
all it's lust
i realize here on
this quay am
lost
away,far from
father's land
av'e strayed
wasted on
dying earth
av'e stayed.
My old path
have gone so
narrow
narrower than
the wings of a
sparrow
crucked with
thorns and
thistles
yet when
pathways turn
to bushes
i shall with
jah's help be a
-pathfinder-
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Edoja Faith Poem
MERRY MIND
Your heart is merry
your cheeks are cherry
with joy as ripe as berry
your lip drip with jelly.
Ours is a resounding congratulation
on your successful admission
we will be there during your matriculation
with more tears of joy at your graduation.
Sleep not before the light of knowledge
education is not a pie or sausage
its worth is not a pen to borrow
its legacy lives on after tomorrow.
Congratulations! Our earnest prayer
cultivate the habit, be a priceless reader
Read, don't depend on any, be the reader
in the way you have sown, you will be a reaper.
(from a heart that cares: Edoja faith)
Copyright © Edoja Faith | Year Posted 2015
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Edoja Faith Poem
My eyes fountain
As i muster up to our nations mountain
This fact i ascertain
But no pleasures i entertained.
My eyes fountains
For the waif
My voice wails for the poor
Sleeping in cold on bare floor.
My eyes fountain
For the orphans
Whom sweat became their daily bread
whom pain becomes their dinner gown.
My eyes fountain
For the homeless
Those who are truly hopeless
Those whose time are less.
I wail for our drown economy
No more peace nor harmony
No sweet cuddles, no honey
No one to dry our tears, this is not funny.
This is my pain
Like dark ache its upon my spine
the nation is drunk with wine
In regret we now dine.
My eyes fountain
For now 3 square meal is not square
balanced diet is no longer balanced
Vitamins can no longer be gotten through our VITAL MEANS.
I give my voice in prayer
My tears i offer in supplication
Lord please let your Kingdom Come
WE PRAY LET IT COME, LET IT COME.
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She is an encyclopedia
she is a reservoir
she is a resource person
she is a central bank of wisdom.
She has sustained
she has nurtured
she has cared for
she has protected.
I call her my hope
i call her my model
i call her a heavenly gift
i call her a blessing.
She is a queen
a true protector of those she hold dear
a personification of love
she is onime, the woman i call mother.
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Two elephant fought,
No death these giant sought,
Victory their trumpet bought,
But it is the grass that dies without suffering drought.
The canon sound the dying drums,
Relics of war, ale and rum,
Silent the snipper for a bottle of whisky,
Aye! Aye! Soldiers, even life is risky.
Let us fight for freedom,
Let us do combat to break chains,
Peace is the son of war,
Bought with the blood of the dead,
Cos death is freedom.
The remains shall strive ,
Like a sprout after a fire,
Singing songs of a memorial,
Gathering their deceased for burial.
Mothers standing, awaiting their sons,
Infant trying to suckle from her dead mother,
Boys daring to aid their wobbling knees,
Only to fall back to the ground.
Flesh serrated by stray bullets seeking a home,
Hands lost to swords like a ghost seeking a host,
Corpses littered around from the greatest massacre,
Hunger enthroned as the new king.
Eye bare to mere burnt,
Every thing lost in war,
Fathers rendered fatherless,
Mothers reaped of their children,
Sons and daughters sing the solo songs of sorrow.
Lost,
Missing in combat,
Peace if folly
When bought with war.
These wounds may heal,
These vacuum may be filled,
But the scars would never leave,
For such are relics of war.
Copyright © Edoja Faith | Year Posted 2017
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Brasil 2014, mortals in
plants character,
playing the role of the
river and her famous
tides.
The pretty plants and
flowers of her great
amazon forest. Tuned
step by step along
the famous Ball dance.
Twisting along
acrobats of the long
lasting martial art.
Cherubic 64 kids in the
wine of the soccer
ballet.
3 great singers,2
stunning angel voice
gracing the ears of
homo sapiens
gathered like the
sands on the shores
of river brasil.
That was at the
stadium. Around our
spherical globe teens
and olds squeeze in
rooms, halls straining
eyes to watch the
happening. All in the
world cup saga.
Copyright © Edoja Faith | Year Posted 2014
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Edoja Faith Poem
You strong and
untammed youth of
yesterday, tramping
under your feet the
fears of yester-years,
why now did you
think twice?
Those days when
your blood were hot
like lava, and pure
burning bristle flashes
forth from your eyes,
what is it that has
corb you?
Mightly youth of
yesterday, you who
set coals ablaze with
just the breathe of ur
nostrils, when you
give forth your
roar,with voice
echoing like the
thunder of angry
gods, oh who dared to
stand? But why now
are you calm?
When your blood
ranges within your
vains, tempesting and
thossing like a
troubled sea, who
was there to contain
you? None.
Why now oh youth
once filled with
valour,fame and
strength did you
tremble before give
birth mare words and
leaning on a mare
staff before to you
as straw, for balance
and support?
Oh youth of
yesterday, your
mortal nature escape
you, but age is back
frm exile ,blessing you
with every vile
mistery and each bile
feeling you escaped at
youth.
Dear youth, still fresh
like tender dew, don't
be drunk with the
wine of youth,
someday old age will
return from exile.
Copyright © Edoja Faith | Year Posted 2014
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