George Alexander Ibeke Poems

On track I bent
Set I was
And now I go
To the house of Shade
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We are indeed in the den of dons.
Counting to go in
Counting to go out
Our license is to count
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The dead is mourning for the dead
Who will mourn for me?
When I am no more.
Who shall wail for me?
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I recognize truth when I see one
It is all about transparency
I recognize originality
It is about being your self
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Oh! Dear mother
Best of friends
Greatest of lovers
The breath with which I live
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