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Peter Ejiga Poem
LONG-EXPECTED moment
Ling ‘ring year at last has flown,
Pomp and pleasure, pride and plenty
Lady Lola, are all your own.
The morning sun lights up the tops of trees
And spreads the lovely lawns with misty morning dew,
As mother nature slowly stirs itself,
To arouse a world of beauty and despair.
Dark clouds begin to form and rains to fall,
Forever wave, forever float and shine
Before my yearning eyes, oh! dream of mine
Wherein I dreamed that time was like a vine,
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a dark sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because your birthday is today.
It’s your birthday and you’re still just
as genuine and beautiful as the day
I met you.
Wishing you a Lovely Birthday with gratitude
Copyright © Peter Ejiga | Year Posted 2016
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I need you wild,
intemperate,
uninhibited,
and free
I need your feelings of dread and frailties,
stresses and uneasiness,
bad dreams and complexities,
defect and pity,
outrage and disarray,
tears and catastrophe.
I need to demonstrate to you how delightful your spirit is.
incredibly uncommon you are
much love and thoughtfulness you merit
I need the opportunity to cover up the barbed
edge of your not really
broken pieces and
cherish you totally.
I am hopeless romantic
who is afraid of real love.
for you my adoration
is sufficiently solid
to eradicate the agony of your past
relentless you from the vulnerability
of the present and
shield you from
the revulsions without bounds.
Nobody will kiss you as I do,
don't you know sweetheart?
I inhaled life once again into you.
Copyright © Peter Ejiga | Year Posted 2018
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Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of the daughter of a caliphate
Is come, a rose is come to me.
Blow out the candles of your cake.
They will not leave you in the dark,
Who round with grace this dusky arc
Of the grand tour which souls must take.
You who have sounded Maria Flakes,
And the still pool, to Plato’s mark,
Blow out the candles of your cake.
They will not leave you in the dark.
Yet, for your friends’ benighted sake,
Detain your upward-flying spark;
Get us that wish, though like the lark
You whet your wings till dawn shall break:
Blow out the candles of your cake
Copyright © Peter Ejiga | Year Posted 2022
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Peter Ejiga Poem
Love, at last, I'm humbled!
elated through her gracious smile
that radiates and dominates from miles apart,
at the apex of it all I'm lost with hope to get another smile.
As every day goes by
my heart flutters and yearns for you
your beautiful smile brought great mystery.
Life has indeed humbled me.
my love is lost
my path is not certain,
I'm but a .....
I am heartbroken
Copyright © Peter Ejiga | Year Posted 2021
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