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Ovi-Odiete Jul 2016
She woke up,
Vibrant and Lively,
never knew her end was near
and so,
she set her
things ready
for a long long journey.

The Rivers Flowing,
The Flower Tossing,
And
The Day going.

Only if she knew,
she would not
have embarked on
a journey
to no return.
Of some certain tragedies that happens.
Ovi-Odiete Jul 2016
A Fine adventure,
that exists within the
Mind.
A Strong sense of believe,
within the heart of man's existence.
What is faith?
  Jul 2016 Ovi-Odiete
Valsa George
My son, to us, you’re so very special
For reasons not just one or two!
But when you announced your arrival first
At an unexpected time and age-

Was it with joy or fear, still not so sure
That I first felt the faint stirrings of life inside
Sure, when you barged in more like a late night guest
You gifted us with a mixed pack

After eight months of anxious wait
When you showed up a little earlier than due
With a clear shriek and a piercing cry
All our fears vanished, all anxiety fled

Like a cute little kitten with eyes shut
You slept peacefully day and night
Refusing to **** your mother’s breast
That again put your mom in severe stress

You never threw any tantrums wild
As all other babies usually do
Pleasantly gentle with a chuckling smile
You were a spring flower, come alive

You readily accepted the cast away stuff;
Broken toys and milk stained bib,
Faded clothes and the little crib,
Used recklessly by your naughty brother

You never gave us any stress or pain
Even in days of adolescent strain
You were ever gentle and ready to mingle
With eyes lit up with a delectable twinkle

You are endowed with a loving heart
When we are glum, you are by our side
Your compassion, care and abiding love
Are truly gifts, God has blessed you with

You know every nook and corner of the house
Where each little thing placed and kept
If something is amiss inside the house
You run with a click and get it by trick or fluke

As you left for studies, miles away
The house looks empty like an abandoned nest
With no more songs in early dawn
Until once you return to give it a tilt

Time will fly and you’ll be grown
An adult, ready to soar into the world
But you are the reason that keeps us young
And give our tired legs an unusual spring

You lit our yesterdays with hopes for tomorrow
And even after your hairline recedes
Even after you become man and Dad
You remain once and ever our *‘Vava’ dear!
I conceived my second son at a late age. Naturally we had fears if the baby would be healthy.  But God proved our fears to be irrational.... He became our joy and has been with us through out..... a very understanding and compassionate fellow! I wrote this poem four years ago, soon after he left home for his medical studies. I got inspired to post it on seeing Kristy Renae Dalton’s poem
My (((Son-Shine)))    
‘Vava’ is a term of endearment to refer to a baby !
  Jul 2016 Ovi-Odiete
SøułSurvivør
We all have flesh and bone
We have a spine that stands *****
10 fingers and 10 toes.
What difference does our color make?
Our plethora of tones?
How often do we cross the street
When a black one comes?
Ignore the coming thunder clouds
Ignore the coming storm?
Ignore those shot upon the street
Can you hear their groans?
How often do we look on race?
How can we atone?

When will we come out of sleep!
Wake up and see the sight!
You think you're kind... but you are blind!
In ignorance... in night!
Black lives matter! ALL LIVES MATTER!
Why do we have to fight?!!
Just because you wear a badge
Doesn't mean you're right!
What's all this that I hear about
A broken tail light?
I am named... I am ashamed

BECAUSE MY SKIN IS WHITE!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/11/2016
The other day I saw a young college kid (white) cross the street because he saw a couple of black kids coming his way. I know that's why he went on to the other side of the street. You can just tell that sort of thing, right?

And today I heard about the black man who was shot by a police officer. I don't remember how many times... Does it matter? Dead is dead. He was pulled over for a broken tail light. I just can't get over it. This sort of violence is going to create race riots. They've already started.

WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE, FOLKS! It'll soon be on your doorstep.

I'm frankly ashamed of the color of my own skin. And roles will be reversed. Watch and see if I'm not right.

There's only ONE race in God's eyes.
THE HUMAN RACE!
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  Jul 2016 Ovi-Odiete
Evna-Luna
What if
          I
                                                  ­Fall
In
              Love
With
      A
       Poet?
What if he mesmerises me
       With his lines?
What if
        His words touch me
        And kiss
           Through my skin?
     What if i search for
Him
Everyday
And
      Travel through
              His words
    And meet him
                  Somewhere
       And
We
       Become bare
          And he caresses
Me
          With every
      Stanza
And
       Here
           I am
                Again
Searching
           For him,
    Wanting
Him
        With
                 All
                      Desire
Waiting
             For
                 His
                   Next
                      Poem
                         To
                            Take
                             ­ Me
                          To
                       His
                   World
                Where
             We
          Will
        Lay
      Bare
   What if
               I
                  Fall in love
                      With
                  A
             ­         Poet?

© Evna-Luna
I am just 12 days old on this site and this poem has already bn chosen as A Daily?
I am Amazed and Surprised.
Thanks to hello poetry and every of you.
I am taking a hiatus for now because of some reasons
Regards
Evna-Luna
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