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Gideon Idudje Poem
I will be the stars
The moon will be my mum
The sun will be my dad
The rain will be my brother
The wind will be my sister
The rainbows will be my friends
The rocks will be my cousins
The fountains will be my happy tears
The waterfalls will be a nickname
Of an edifice I carved for you
Among the rocks and
That I have chosen just for you
The fields will be my attires
The paper and the ink
will be my parcels for you
I tell my mum to rule the nights
Take away sorrows of darkness from you
Caress away your insomnia
And clothe you With her cares
That her night gleams your attires
And I will be the stars
I tell my dad to shine on you,
sunbeam your countenance,
away your damp with his warmth,
and smile always at your hustle
And I will tell my brother to feed you
With the heavenly springs
Flow on your droughts
Feed your greens
I will tell my sister to cool you
With her tender breeze
See that you are bathed
With her oxygen
I tell the rainbows
Of how you wrote me
Many poems of love
And how we smile together
As co stars
And I will tell The Fields
To weave you coat of many colours
red, green, yellow, blue,
violet, orange and indigo coloured
The rainbows will lend a helping hand
I will be the Stars
I will tell the Fields to plant
In your garden multiple colours of roses
They will add a sunflower also
I will tell them to fit in berries,
red, blue, multiple berries
And I will be the stars
Up above among heavenly
Bodies, I will shine as the firmament
Daniel chapter twelve holding three
And brighten your tomorrow
Shining your prayers to God Almighty Alone
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6/16/2020
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At post teenage
some day at tea a committee
my mates same age
while seated a round wooden chair
legs crossed, sipping coffee
did asked me
why do you speak in proverbs
poetry they mean to say.
I air to them in strong verb
living poetry is great pay
In poetic pen
pour my tears
my write for men
in verse
on the tables of my mind
is engraved poetic rhymes
poetry is fertility to my kind
like fertilizer the farm
I smile and chime
On the day of my birth
to this world I ushered
I vest in shirt
to enter
POETRY was there
to curdle me with care
SHE smeared me with her
poetic cream on my curly hairs
and as a toddler
when I blink
am full of laughter
with my poetic winkle
my poetic milk teeth you did see
as an infant
you did gaze at me
poetic baby you did me call at instant
Am Poem grown now!
Stamp my attitudes on my write
customize my plight
to copyright
My lyrics in verse
of my tears
It sheds
Prose penned
my mind
in kind
Poems
to tend
my dines
I feed
I live
believe
to succeed
I hunger in poetics
I so eat poetry
I thirsts in poetics
so I drink poetry
I air in poetics
so I breath poetry
I feel bored without poetics
I love cling poetry
I dream poetics
so I live poetry
I sing poetics
I speak poetry
I sleep poetics
I sit poetically
smile poetics
chime poetically
walk poetically
laughter in poetics
work poetically
after all in poetics
am a Poet
with
a bleeding
pen.
7th place
Your fave poem 2020 not written for a contest
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4/19/2020
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She sells items of meager income,
such as;
Soap-flakes, peanuts,
soft drinks, bakeries.
Not to make profit
but at least rich enough
To feed the family of gold.
my mummy’s little outlet,
is the bachelor’s pride.
The young men,
stride in and out
at will to the little corner,
to make themselves
fit for the kitchen,
borrow for the belly,
save for the day,
and pay for the morrow.
Its chokes to notice
You re gone
Red is still the
Colours of the blood
In our heart eyes
Though skin varies
Love you Momma.
The blackness
Of your skin
Is it strength
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I Can't Breathe
Richard Lamoureux
5/29/2020
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She is a deep feet
She has beaten to drown many she feeds
Her face is a black green skin
she waves her tail large the size of her teeth
Her hungry is a mystery. kill
Her fangs cold like an adder's venom sting
She is a regurgitating beast
chews her cods slowly
raises her prey up down up again and down then up
the third time and finally
swallows after some days in her deep
she vomit it prey stiff, stilled,
many forgotten souls lie beneath her. deep
The villagers chant songs and wail. deep
Like a hawk she dives prickly
On its prey at a glance sweeps
Like cyclone and steals
At the brink
of her teeth
Another villager
she
drinks
who gone to be with the river. Last man of his clan, last fishermen of his age mate, only surviving son of late chief only to be seen again days on top of her black green skin, stilled eyes pop out white .River Ethiope is a beast She never get filled
7/5/2020
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On the day you wore my heart a flowering Hat
My mind's wall, dripped away liquid
sorrowful Content that
weighted innately
Inherently
My drenched gray feathers were sprayed speckles of sunlit
Orchestrated by your Poetic heart. You
You use your ink in Golding drops,
Wrote on my mind's
wall and it
forever
flowing all over me entireties, now am a fountain of poetic springs Drawn from Your streams
of Love and Hope
And so I say
Merci!
Soupers
Bountifully Beautiful, Cheerfully Caressing, Wonderfully Plentiful, Delightfully Grateful, Mindfully Relishing,
Delicately Tasteful, Heartfelt, Mind blowing,
Historical Appreciative, Congratulated
Facilitation, Lovingly and Lavishly,
Heavily Heavenly, heartily
Tenderly, poetically
ink dripping
comments, committed on, Me my write-ups, mind's wall, Showering Architectures, Exquisitely
Garnished on Me.
God Bless
You All .
From
My
Poetic
Heart
Gideon
On the day I became Me
My grateful heart goes
To You .
6/19/2020
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Am lost a wondering wing, should have settled on some greenish fig
pains are tormenting stings, don't know what morrow brings
I cough out a little tougher, but non seen to hear
In this wondering world I falter but non feel my fear
I was sent to soar away mist, wearing this present earth
I should have foresaw the doom, and should have my wings kept
My eagle wings needs a medic, and there is non to tender
6/25/2020
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O Butterfly! colour collage
From butter to fly
You coined your name
Paired wings
Your wings though fixed
Adapt to wind
It flaps to fly
Into thin sky
Pollen folk
Stigma scented
Fairy wings
O Butterfly!
From butter to fly
You curved your name
Flowering bouquet
Rainbows mix
1st Place Win
Kia Michael Neumann's
butter flies and marshes mellow premiere contest
1ST Place Win
BRIAN'S CHOICE W,any form,any theme
5/26/2020
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A broken reed
Bleeding through the love pipes of social apartheid,
Got fixed after waging twenty seven logs of wood in
the iron woods of bars on him
Through his mouth,
The dumb trumpeted
And echoed, beating gongs
into the forested minds of men
in the distant woods
His retina sighted the blind
from obscurity of racisms
For a bullseye of the Morrow's pregnancies
So men sang a chorus
...Hail hail free Mandela
His skin wore shackles
His mind bore freedom
His speech spoke out chains
Unweaving the threads of apartheid
So men sang a chorus
...Hail hail free Mandela
Ode to Nelson Madiba Mandela's voice
of freedom
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June the most beautiful month, delivered the most angelic Angels
I
Poetically
Extend My Warm Congratulations
To every Beautifully Heavenly
delivered Angel who
stepped
feet on
planet
Earth
On
Jumping unto new elevations; June
Boarding a flight to a poem land in the
Poetry
Soup
Jet
Goodnesses
Blessing
Favour
Peace
Love
Joy
Happiness
Amen
Amen
Amen
Bountiful Abound Your Outcomes
May your poetic golden ink never run down
The streams flowing from the inspiration of poetry soup
Be your waterfalls
May your paper never be exhausted
The white clouds to be your blank sheet
Happy ,,........................happy
Poetic celebrated life, more Grace, more strength, more insight, ....Health Packaged in the Blood of Jesus...... In JESUS NAME!!!!
Abundant Beauty Always Your outcomes as you move increasingly the golden stairways
Get your heavenly birthday package
Sent by an Angel
This Golding morning
Expect the piazza befall nightfall
He will wing to your doorsteps
And a chime will be the sign of the knock
On your June footsteps
Happy Birthday June Poetry Soupers
From
I ,
me
&
myself
Gideon
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The stage is set
The audience fixed their eyes
fitted to the scene, to feed
Sun lit the early morning clouds
And It disappeared, gold appears
Spraying warmth fragrance
On dews of still sleeping leaves
To paint them dry awakening the greens
Yet it stood firmly up the skyline smiling
Sunlight lit on the greens,
It coat them with it green pigment
Chlorophyll, away the pale to fertility
And far deep into the horizon,
golden colourings arrayed the skywalk
it shines
The sun the Painter,
An artiste,
with a golden handle,
with a golden brush.
Sunshine mixed the skyline
And rainbow appeared,
beaming into Sevens
Orange gold, bubble blue
reddish blood, indigo deep,
Yellowish flakes, forested green,
velvety.
Sun lit
And beneath;
I turned to listen to my own write-ups,
to feel how its strings inner my ear drums
And how it acts on the stage
On my Write-ups sunlight shimmering
It plays the sound of a gong boom
And like a drum
It beat talking back at me
And as it plays on the stage,
I smile ,
sunlight in my countenance,
A stage scene
My write-ups dancing choreography
Into daylight dream am trapped,
transported into oblivion
And all I see ;
black skins smeared with the sunlight,
counting native steps
I wave my right hand ,
my other holding the piece
Underneath the sunlight we filmed
The stage shone ;
Background scene lightning,
shadow imageries
of dancing steps echoing
in choreography
as the audience wore appraisals.
The beat goes on and on
And the dancers,
they swave from west to east and swirls
North to south of the stage
to show their style
they stamp thier feet
on the earth stage,
responding to beats they hear.
As the Sunbeam's skywalk steps on them,
An inspiration to their inner soul.
I winkled my eyes
as the daylight dream fades
Still the sundrops makes them acrobatic,
back and front they slide,
As their faces wore giggles,
They smile in ecstasies
The message sunlight shines
That the sun
intunes their memories
Away the dims
As they taste it bite
Though like bees it stung
But sweet like honey it taste,
As to warmth their skins it polishes
To glow no pale,
Though brown it seems,
They fail to frial
They tell no tale,
Their mind it beams
to fame foretell
like never before
the audience
to higher appraisals
And I awoke to light
from my daydreams
As my daybreaks
The trumpet call of the cock's crow
And through the windows,
The sunlight drops into my eyes
Like the touch of a warmly damsel
Rose up from my bed,
picked up some yellow roses
from the balcony
Well packaged
Waiting for the post man
An angelic beam
Gleaming wings
To hand it to the Sunlight
It is a seal between I and the sun
Till forever lives no more,
it will beam on my Write-ups .
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