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Rex-mayor Ubini
Rex-mayor Ubini Benin / Nigeria, Male, 30
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About Me : Rex Mayor Ubini was born on March 8th,1984) . A Nigerian poet, author and a screen writer. In the tradition of classic griots, Rex-mayor Ubini has a poetic voice which ... more »

Rex-mayor Ubini's last comments on poems and poets

  • POEM: Living In Lonely Years by White Lily (7/29/2014 2:25:00 AM)

    Jesus will tell you who you are? The picture you painted is not you.
    You need to find you
    In Jesus is the true you
    So beautiful that you can imagine
    You are God's own
    He loves you.

  • POEM: Is Done by Rex mayor Ubini (6/3/2014 3:15:00 AM)

    May her soul rest in peace! Maya Angelou, the greatest woman I know!

  • POEM: The Mighty Maya by Susan Lacovara (6/1/2014 7:06:00 AM)

    Nice poem, I love it. Maya Angelou is a great woman, a legend. No legend in the world has lived without urgly sounds from the mouths of critiques. To say negative thing about Maya is your work as a caviler, do your. Job! But we sons and daughters of Maya Angelou, know who our mother was, 'a phenomenal woman', hard to beat. Maya may her soul rest in peace. I want you to read my tribute to Maya titled Adieu Maya Angelou

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  • Rex-mayor Ubini (12/19/2013 10:01:00 AM) Post reply

    Darker Than The Medieval

    First meeting with the twelve wise men,
    Who visit in cycle like monday and her friends,
    The moons that say welcome to the planet earth,
    Ere the last went home for the first to reappear,
    A tender breath on the arms of care,
    Life was real as the hostile face of night,
    Yet it seemed surreal as tale told in the ray of moon light,
    Like a blank memories of nine months sojourn
    In the warm womb of a worthy woman
    Can't tell the memory of the colic
    Neither the taste of the colostrum
    Nor the sight that broke my virgin eyes wall
    And it seems I never exist until life
    Began to school my skull, and the duo,
    Dwelling within began to guide my thoughts,
    It seems life was not in existence,
    yet it existed in the absence of now,
    And I realized without cultivating on the soil within
    One would somehow dwell still
    In this time darker than the medieval

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