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Worthy Is The Lamb
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Musing: Besides the Waterfall
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Natures Fury
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My Lover
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Fantasy: “I Am”
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Musing: Sun Rising in Africa
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A short Psalm
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Kpe’re in the Harmattan
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Flowers from the front
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Umukwu: In Cold Mornings
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Musing: If Love
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Tears
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Verses of December
THE MIST The morning is filled with the mist The pathways are treacherous Filled with stray serpents and scorpions Come to land to get some warmth HARMATTAN The heat burns the flesh Dried skin and teary eyes The wind is merciless pushing away All that dared to stand before her BURNING GRASSES Burnt grasses give…
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Love Life
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My Sunshine
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Glittering Stars and the Surging Wind
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Alherin
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What do you see in Poetry?
Every morning comes the fever The fever for an adventure Come from writing and love Waltzing blue inked pen, full of life * And when poetry was first made God sent it down to Linguists Saying “What do you see?” They raised their brows quietly Mincing words, struggling to find the description Poetry was then…
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Muse: A love poem
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Two Poems for love
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Amazing she
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Musing: Love
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Harmattan
The days are made beautiful with your glorious appearance But when the sun rises up the clouds, the warmth is taken And for men, faces become a caricature of disgust upon the mirror In the morning even before the Suns rising The firmament and the pathways is filled with mists The track to the stream…
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Methodist, for Ediongsenyene and MCF Uyo
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Taming the Wild: Masai
Somewhere in Africa Strong winds swept all to asunder But the Masai march against it With spears black with greasy hands And faces painted like Halloweens ghosts Pushing the tall shrubs down Frighting lions off the forest paths With bare hands they dare the buffaloes And call to the Boar for duels What manner of…
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One Whole Art
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Jehovah
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The Rising Sun
I am looking towards the bright side of life Where the trees grow on quiet sunny lands With fruits weighing down the branches And birds of pretty plumages singing, heartily Down the rugged road stood a sight I admire most A journey thro winding road, crisscrossing all about By tall Earth mounds and thickly forested…
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Akwa Ibom
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Tangerines
Fresh succulent balls fallen from the mother tree Green, Yellow, Orange and so deliciously sweet! The tree swerves with the romance of the Wind Minding the branches carrying the tangerines Enjoying the wooing breeze and the calling Air And happily dancing in the midst of these fellows The busy ants build their mansion across the…
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Haiku: Love
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Boundless Freedom
The freedom we all seek From the views of the rising sun To the suns slumber in the evening Horizon to horizon Oceans of blue, boundless Much further you can sail And the skies up the firmaments Without boundaries ever known The strength of the ice thicked Upon the bare soil The waterfalls on rocks,…
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Musing: Morning Rain
There’s a spark outside Like a strange thunderclap Hailing his younger cousin Waking the town from her slumber Pushing fear into the hearts of many But for those who know the trick Now it rains with might The whole town goes damp Drawing long straight lines Which no man can draw better The crystal rain…
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The tale of a Descendant
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Can you see God?
On the morning sun rising solemnly Behind my cotton curtain And thru my eyes, tired and weary He smiles through the clouds Blessing the fields with corn In the waterfalls that give lively sounds He rides the thunder storm He lets the rain feed the livestock The grains, the chicken and the worms With dew…
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Cold Nights of August
The clouds are dark blue The skies painted with many hue The wind sifts about the way Pushing the turbans away The heights of the mountains Lay quiet, near the Lions den The clouds hung motionless Awaiting the Judges case A hopeful evening Turned to one, windy And here the storm just began Making all…
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The Days Dream
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Who had seen Zeus and his might
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Dew
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The Bee
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The Kiss
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Haiku: Frail bones
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A Strange Night
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A muse: Stormy Night
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You, my Inspiration
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The House on the Road
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Muse: This Night
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The Winds Tale: A call of the Hills
The call of the hills… On a night dark as pitch We stay listening to the swooshing trees And the strange call up the hills… A tornado of wind come surfing down Pushing the brushes and woods apart Sending both man, child and pets scrambling Tall and strong wild palms bend double Threatening to crush…