Selorm Agbleze Poems

This fire reminds me of another
This fire that burns the filth
It reminds me of that bonfire
That drove darkness from the old man’s face
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My lucid words are called my poems
They are my words dressed in kaba or suit
They are shade on a travelers path
And liquor that suffice thirst
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Death looks different on you
Young one that steals from the aged
They say the robbed that smiles steals from the thief
You smile this day is theft to death
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As you laid there in mute
I heard you mention my name
Could you hear me at the other side of the river?
By my window I saw you pass by stripped of mortality
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Now I bite my way into the third dream
Not by crook
But by the exhausting hook
With aching heart I step into this nightmare
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I saw a man standing
And a lady by him
A lady exploited for what she had
A lady who tapped love
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My love is a flower
A tender rose in a thick wall of thorny hedge
At my side of the hedge
Three huge thorns slide across of reach
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