Obodokasi Ade'etem Agbor

I love the fisherman,
With his boat and net and patience
He has ransacked the seas
And brought home fish and crab
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Have you seen stars in autumn
Or moon at the spire of her glow?
If you have, i bet my smiles for frowns
You will pass them to kings as crowns.
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You know her,
The solitary sower
She buried a thousand
Grains away in deep sand
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I speak of thee as a starry constellation
That adorns the sky like strings of pearls
Entwining the royal neck of a queen.
A beauty to the eyes.
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I am African
Not because I am hungry,
But the color of my skin
Says so.
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I will call you the morning dews
That salutes the farmer's feet by morn news,
I will call your name.
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Behind the green infested walls of the Cathedral
Ere a worship palace left to ruin and ghost,
I stood shaking of fear, knowing 'twas evil's hour to befall,
On a ghostly place was a little lamb lost.
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Let's go to the sea
Let's go to the ocean
You and I,
Pick some periwinkle
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I touch her feet, I freeze
I touch her palms, I freeze
I kiss her lips, frost, like ice in between teeth.
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To the wombs that bore me
From half to whole,
Foetus to flesh
Till I summed nine moons and ready to drop.
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Low, low, lay him low
Oh wailing team,
Fill his hollow tomb with tears no more
He's had But time enough
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My father, he left calabash and cowries
For enamels and pounds,
Later forlet clay, rafter works
And turned to the seas and ships away.
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Shalt I see thee as the glistening sun
Setting on the steeps of mount olives upon
Or the flawless green lushes of the sycamores
That adorns the sunlit soils of Nile shores?
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Ye banks and seas and mounts and vales around,
All gold and silver and rubies underground,
The sun burnt bricks of African set
And Chinese relics the world covets.
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Ho flying stars are out tonight
Wearing white sparks for summer tide,
Ere the woodlands I us'd to know
Bore burning stars that flew all through
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The stables of heaven are risen
And hell plummets and sets low
In its abyss lay fruits forbidden
And my brother I know,
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Oh musing muse, were gone thee
Hath thou fade with winter glee?
Riding aloft whirl winds free
To coast i never pri'thee.
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