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Emmanuel Sasu Poem
Reaching to heights like Everest,
Searching for a love so best,
Journeyed from East through West,
Just looking for someone to bring first.
Your love caught my heart like a spider,
And your belle-visage broke my heart insitu.
The smile that weakens me is from my lover,
The lips that bears my all is you.
Voluptuousness well defined,
Skin silk and curvature redefined,
Beauty natural underlined,
Not even demigods undermine.
Well mannered is that of my lover,
Immensely calculated proving wiser,
Respect and politeness in all her endeavors,
Thus I call her the real lover.
Dear my Dearest,
Forever you come first,
In my heart you will remain the best,
Shift my heart into your nest,
For you are my dearest.
Copyright © Emmanuel Sasu | Year Posted 2016
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Emmanuel Sasu Poem
AFRIBLACK
We seem it disgusting,
Huh! How cheap we are lacking,
The rich fertility of our 'asaase',
We despise and race after nothing.
Our riches are buried in Mama Africa,
The true essence of a mother,
For even in our times of shutter,
She feeds us through Mother Nature.
We are for mothet Africa,
Whether you agree or vice versa,
Even if you are America,
Far in Asia, Europe or Australia,
You are for Mama Africa.
Look! We are blessed so deeper,
And gifted so richer,
We are made so special,
Yet we live so flatter.
Oh! Afriblacks let us act a bit wiser,
And step up in stature,
Let us be Africa's defender,
And Mama Africa would sheild us.
#buetthepoer
Copyright © Emmanuel Sasu | Year Posted 2016
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Emmanuel Sasu Poem
They must be crazy,
Crazy spirits indeed,
Who come to men as deity,
Painted and decorated so funny.
They always predict to the extreme,
Or perhaps to the infinity,
And all they want is money,
After they say they give wealth like petals of daisy.
Empty hands opened for honey,
Deserted tongues left so lonely,
Silly jokes protrayed as holy,
Predicted issues left so hazy.
They are gay when they see glory,
Fabricated with a sucess story,
Which they take to capture the liberty,
Of the minds of the citizens.
They must be crazy,
For they even fear the cemetery,
Assisted by the priest or somebody,
The gods must be crazy.
Copyright © Emmanuel Sasu | Year Posted 2016
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Emmanuel Sasu Poem
They must be crazy,
Crazy spirits indeed,
Who come to men as deity,
Painted and decorated so funny.
They always predict to the extreme,
Or perhaps to infinity,
And all they want in return is money,
After they tie petals of daisy.
Empty hands opened for honey,
Deserted tongues left so lonely,
Silly jokers portrayed as holy,
Predicted issues left hazy.
They are gay when they see glory,
Fabricated in a success story,
Which captures the liberty,
Of the minds of the citizens.
They must be crazy,
For they even fear the cemetary,
Protected by nobody
The god's must be crazy.
Copyright © Emmanuel Sasu | Year Posted 2016
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