Ebi Robert

Rookie - 76 Points (6 feb 1990 / Yenagoa(Niger Delta))

Ebi Robert Poems

1. Nembe Sea 10/29/2009
2. Emo My Princess. 10/29/2009
3. Thank You. 11/23/2009
4. Oh! Her Pretty Self. 12/9/2009
5. Sea Soul. 1/11/2010
6. Lost. 1/21/2010
7. To Peomhuters. 1/30/2010
8. The Poet Of Yen. 2/12/2010
9. Queen Fara. 2/16/2010
10. Timeless Love 2/16/2010
11. The Wizard Code. 11/14/2009
12. Chess Of My Heart 11/14/2009
13. Nua 5/10/2010
14. Demestrius 5/10/2010
15. Pham 6/9/2010
16. Song Of A Jewel 6/10/2010
17. Smile Of The Sun 7/5/2010
18. One Love Question 2/18/2011
19. A Head Of Rod 3/25/2011
20. On Top Mount Zion 3/25/2011
21. The Lord Of Ink 8/25/2011
22. Sward Of Ages 8/29/2011
23. Eye Rainbow 9/10/2011
24. Edens Game 9/21/2011
25. Divine Abuse 11/18/2011
26. The Rise And Fall Of Ijaw-Kiri 1/11/2012
27. The Woman On Wet Cloth 1/11/2012
28. Two Doves Of The Ark 1/11/2012
29. The Green Lights Of Fairies 4/12/2012
30. Fairies Lamp 4/30/2012
31. Fellowship Of The Grand Lords. 5/21/2012
32. The Rich Man Of Condo 7/23/2012
33. She Was A King! 7/23/2012
34. The Preamble Of Cifer 10/24/2012
35. Ozzge Sahin 11/3/2012
36. Test Of My Bones 3/27/2013
37. Surius 10/28/2013
38. Tamer 12/11/2013
39. Mountanous Love 12/11/2013
40. Where The World Meets 12/11/2013
Best Poem of Ebi Robert

A Love Mathematics

Before me is a sum
and the mathematics is on my shoulder.
Minus, minus, plus, minus, minus, plus
is the formulae.

How do you win the heart of a virgin girl?
All you have to do is sing a love anthem
and recite the pledge.
Thus it goes,
‘if you find her romantic eyes skipping your eyes, find a rose.
And when your rose finds out she wears a heart
be sure there is a kind of man she likes'.

Maybe he's the kind who sings like a Nightingale
and calls her name in every rhyme.
Maybe he's the kind who smiles all time
and sweet in touch as a ...

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I Think, I Know!

Yes, he does not look like the minions
since they were not made to be sons.
Yes, he does not look like the animals
since they were not made to be sons.
But I do know, he is a soul.
A soul that was sold
I know his story was told;
a soul with white hairs of gold.
I know he is a sire,

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