gideon zerah ogbonna Poems

Where will we go?
Cries the gods
When our priests go
In many folds like cords
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I f           o n l y          d e a t h

Was within the purview of me
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A struggle to appease

Make welcome two, happy moments
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Your voice so tender steeple sweet
Appease your offering to my ears
And pinch my heart in ripple grace
To offer me a double times
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Such sweet taste
Of anguish recall
Our suicide martyrs
Led by a jungle lion
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Haggard baracudary
Unscrupulous centrifugalry
The three pot stand
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My life measures
All many voluminous volumes
Plenty things and things
Yet how is the worth solving?
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subtle flow
of liquid block for build
is done meticulously
with mouth and ear
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To the last drop
some hearts will not
yet mine contest
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Corrective impression display
attitudinal sacrilege cleansing
facial, emotive regret evidence
a good way to cleanse bad
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