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"irokos" poems
In walking up and down looking for the ultimate who has taken the world into their hands for greatness of their life. Soul, march like a loosed bird: hit your goal into your life soul, fight to be like mountain Everest that the giant will not fold you to their shoe calling you the most beautiful fool of their garage. oh! why can't you speed up your brain, kicking the bed to your back for gold: of our time which invite respect of the irokos. may you be folded with mercy of the creator.
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 7:25 AM UTC
SOUL
With humility heart Kindness jungle through stars Pointing accommodation in distance Revenging mind of resolution World babies milk suffering Eyes pouring of anger. people of different society sword always blood eye swing if man betrays if speak we create revolting mind of past irokos of enslavement when shall middle fingers equals other? creator metacarpal future a bird in the sky.
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
ATTENTION-christian chukwu
Rare gems born of Mankind gifts to humanity. Perfections of heaven's creations. Angels with hidden wings earth's tenants. Like petals of flowers pride of the garden, As to irokos the standing glories of the forest, So they are in the land of men exalted. They are tenacious, judicious, meticulous and courageous. Lovable, adorable, teachable but indomitable. As melody to songs, Music to souls, And Whispers to evening wind. So they are to mother June. Gentle and kind sophisticated and phenomenal. Their hearts are but of gold and ways divine. They are road pointers, Motion movers, Light bearers and trailblazers. They are attention commanders, collections of respect. Epitomes of beauty narrations of handsome tales. They are the codeless code of pleasure locked in a wordless wonder, The hive of treasure no dragon can plunder. We are the Junites born of mankind, Gifts to humanity. HAPPY BIRTH MONTH TO ALL THE JUNE BABIES.
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 10:26 AM UTC
Born in June (an ode)
Caught in the conundrum Of a wild whirlwind Sweeping away elephants and irokos In festival of fear and wonders Will deliverance ever come To delete this lethal hour? Will deliverance ever come To end this deadly oppression? Surely the Sun will rise again at dawn And rainbows will fly the sky in glory.
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Mar 26, 2023
Mar 26, 2023 at 11:09 AM UTC
CONUNDRUM