Ike Bismarck Oji Poems

So hot a place, so fiery a city.
So damned a place, so nightmarish an experience.
Yet, in this fiery furnace hierarchy prevails
for the princes have their palaces
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Long ago, was it diagnosed
Yet, to prove it took time.
With a single sentence
I was sentenced to freedom.
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Peace!
is looking and penetrating into your eyes
seeing that you also are reading my eyes.
When expressly my eyes speak and voluptuously
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It was so dull, it was so drab,
It lacked colour and it lacked humour,
It was a shadow of the substance,
It was unworthy of remembrance
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Jerusalem!
The city of peace.
Yet, never in one piece.
The city of kings.
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My Best colour!
Yes, Yellow is my best colour.
The colour of the Rising Sun.
The colour, it brilliantly radiates life.
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Creation point.
Here, the bluery into the greenery delves.
As the sky the mountaintop hugs.
Upon this canvas, He His creativity inscribes
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There they go, bearing him in tears;
another gift for termites and earthworms,
another place in history foregone.
Just humus to the soil for all his toil.
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The Best is never available
since it does not exist really.
At best, it is an elusive sublimation
drawing you towards the Best.
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Running and reaching for glory
from behind propelled by this fire.
It urges on and it pushes higher
no pauses until done is the story.
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