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Oke Christopher Poems
She Wants To Be Adored
I watched from the stairs of my home As she brushed her hair with a glassy comb. It's Saturday night and the speakers are singing, The cars are rushing by, urged by the men they are bringing.
I heard water once covered the Sahara, That its pitiful plains were filled with impala, But time and season did draw them apart. Save apocalypse, what can unite the ocean and the desert?
Tears Of A Clown
The tears of a clown Are shed alone, Each teardrop running on its own. The tears love the dark places lined with stone.
One day, during my lonely travel, I found a periwinkle that stole my marvel I took it to my ear to learn its secret, It told me to move on ‘else I miss it
Though the hurts may avail long and the pain may burn hot, the picture will be shot and the pain shall be the beauty that tags along.
I carved your space when I was eighteen, Before then were eleven and seven flowers, But now, nine and eight are taken. Before then, my visage was shadowed with fears.
Once was noted a young man among the youth He was noisy and in him was a sweet tooth He loved the lilies and they loved him too He loved the roses and they loved him too
Shining star on high, Behold the earth, behold you draw nigh, You flame of dust, Art thou doused with lust?
Will Of God
I thought me strong, But I was wrong. I thought I held might, But it took flight.
Oft I sit in the shadow of dark nights Sprinkled softly with twinkling little lights Would it not be heaven that you were here? I would give all I have to have you here...
Sometimes a wolf, sometimes a panther Sometimes a clown, sometimes a man sobriety is after And a philosopher, and a youth with a broken mind And a strong man, and a weakling of some kind
Once, we bore news, News of a new god to lead men He was made unlike them Made to see farther and unseemly acts to hem
You and I have been for 17 moons Seventeen I would rather stretch for eternity But precious Providence's boons Allows for new times everyday
Battle Of Victor
I am in view of light, In sight of peace Quite within freedom It is, within my grasp...
Comments about Oke Christopher
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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She Wants To Be Adored
I watched from the stairs of my home
As she brushed her hair with a glassy comb.
It's Saturday night and the speakers are singing,
The cars are rushing by, urged by the men they are bringing.
It's Saturday night and the booze is plenty,
Before her date tonight, four bottles are already empty.
Leering lecherously, he pulled her close,
He showed her the pills and she took one dose
He snorted loudly and licked her face,
He called her sexy and they went to her place.
He awoke a little before quarter to four,
Hurriedly and harriedly drove off in his ...