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Alien, you remain a mystery to me.
You carve upon my retinas with your ideas,
your friendless habits abduct my days.
You phrase my nightmares and phase through
my eyelashes, lasting a dawn with nothing more than
gibbous eyelids, over-ambitious? No. My heart is not nutritious,
fixing this isn't by contributing to the addiction, inflicting
absence as a base to what I do; how I think. Why are
you always at the edge of when I
blink?
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All feedback is welcome!!
So; I hope this poem isn't confusing.
Alien is meant to be a character I talk to; like my mystery.
I hope that makes sense.:)
Nigel Obiya Dec 2011
It is written
That there shall come a time when all the great poets shall be heard
It is written... by me

It is written
That there shall come a time when all the greats shall achieve their destinies
It is written... by me

It is also written
That their messages shall reach all... by air, by land
And by sea

Patience young poet, it is worth the wait
Have some faith
Think of that which you have put on paper throughout the years
Think back and appreciate your unique and creative ability to express yourself
And be proud of you
Be proud of that which you do
Young poet
You are a legend
And you know it
Ambitous young poet
It is your world
You own it
Let no one tell you otherwise
One word separates you from the others... 'wise'
This, young poet you need to realize
Work on your art
Don't compromise
Let the words express the passion they see in your eyes
Young poet
I understand and can relate with you
Young poet
Know that it is genius because you wrote it
You are a lion, not a kitten
Stand up and roar, and if they ask you why you are doing it
Tell them 'it is written'.
temajung michael May 2015
i beseech thee to answer
is there still hope???

Forgetting their vows of chaste they become lecherous
fighting for power, they become ambitous.
their actions make people shock
for they forget why they put on the cassock.
respect for God, our clergies no longer have
but so greedy with the things they have.
they dont mix with the poor to help them spiritually
but go for the rich to enrich themselves.
churches are now business centers for money
clergies bless only those who make the offertory box full.

SO BROTHER, IS THERE STILL HOPE??

They stand as if pious to duty
but these our policemen are pious to money,
they check not the motor
but go for “500frs” which is their motto.
they can be seen standing with zeal
hands stretch, they stand still
first, they could be seen to stamp
after collecting bribe, they champ

SO SISTER, IS THERE STILL HOPE??

The rich live mysteriously
and enjoy themselves like angels
while the poor live in mysery
and die because of negligence

TO YOU, IS THERE STILL HOPE??

Embezzlement in Cameroon is a virtue
it is practised in all offices
thieves go in broad daylight unscathed
while the innocent ones are caught and they cant fight

My country is said to be democratic
but elections have never been smooth
for thirty one years the president has stayed in power
using deceit and the gun to rule.
IS THIS HOW IT SHOULD BE??

virgins have now liquidated themselves
they prefer being ravished
everywhere you go you stumble on prostitutes.
my black girls don’t like their colour
they prefer to strive to be whites
thus, monsters they become in a bid to peel their skin
very few believe in “black is beauty”

Brothers copulate sisters
while fathers copulate daughters.

IS THERE STILL HOPE???

Source; IS THERE STILL HOPE???|Inspirational Poems

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