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Ubong Kingsley Poem
THIS BODY OF MINE
Woe upon woes offing
To my creator I owe a debt
After this voyage of mine on earth
And I, to this burden of death endureth.
Woe upon this body of mine
‘Tis a stinking sand
This dust return; my soul demand
The thorns of life chokes, my spirit rebrand.
What fate has this body, but dust...?
For all this attention to beauty is vanity
But beauty of eternity neither fades nor bust
Below this earth the frame of man will suffer rust.
Oh man prepare your bed with fear
To your crown of joy be bold to hold
Lean on your master; his precept adhere
Then your tomb of fear will he turn to care.
What then shall we say is life?
With all man's ego and pride
We often ask, “do you know who I am?"
Why boast when your breath you cannot boost?
On earth we gather all the perishable fortunes,
They transcend not but here it ends.
To this end, man reflect and learn
That this body, an impending meal
To maggot a perfect feast
Be not proud with title too,
For all is vanity without excuse.
Copyright © Ubong Kingsley | Year Posted 2018
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Ubong Kingsley Poem
MY LIFE IS A SUCCESS
My life is a success;
Carved out of many troubles
Iike gold, I was cooked
Fire went through me like crude.
My life is a success;
A transition from many struggles
Through the shadows of death,
I found the light of my new birth.
My life is a success;
Carved out of toxic memories,
Am a sweeter taste from a bitter waters
Out of heat and thorns of many decades
My life is a success;
Punctured and restructured,
Immune from all leakages.
I am a letter; well punctuated
A special speech for all to speak.
Copyright © Ubong Kingsley | Year Posted 2017
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