Ebi Robert

Rookie - 28 Points (6 feb 1990 / Yenagoa(Niger Delta))

A Head Of Rod - Poem by Ebi Robert

Dear Great lord

Kisser of my daily thoughts
before my pillow pump
Sleep could be the first Bomb
to send to rolling in bed before
Will I only give rhymes and forget not
ordain, beautify and anoint

if so be so
I am dull, armature, destroyed

Yet forgiveness is for
those who say forgive us
even though some forgivers forgives before
crook, crack and run

I must jump
either to my head or something that gives me rod

Dear Great Christ
Perfect I am Now

If I must go in rhymes, perfect and fine
Must I, I must to hold a head of night


Comments about A Head Of Rod by Ebi Robert

  • Rookie - 74 Points Tapashya Das (12/10/2013 5:05:00 AM)

    a beautiful choice of words! flawless thoughts. keep writing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 15, 2014


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