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"okoye" poems
Enslaved in the beauty of this Creature, Your ever welcoming sight of innocency, With your stainless hairs of flawless, Like a sparkling Star that lit the darken soul. As I explore your fur, Your expression of joy, Suppresses my crave for companion. Before you came In my bored lonely path, I craved for a companion, A beast in my kind Turned me to a waste A feeling of self pity Disappointment and betrayal Became a routine in which I bathe my flesh In a scorching hot of regret Of a frustrating experience Oh my lovely pet, You gave a soul of love To be his priceless harvey A memory of Hope Now I write Dear Harvey my baby pet, I love you to the moon because of the gap you have filled although I know someday someone will fight the position with you but I promised you will always be my baby and sweet dog. Yours precious ©Kally Okoye
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
Refined: letter to Harvey
. Oh! wicked vicious blindness, pleasant part of darkness, Softly called sightlessness. Your symbol is blackness, Oh! wicked blindness. . Bearing the least resemblance of white, Stagger and stumble becomes ultimate, Best friend turns to be the dark night, Lightlessness's the only thing you await. Oh! wicked blindness. . The very moment they become blind, Then, sight declined, death affined. they begin to see the never seen, For them, the seeings go no theme. Oh! wicked blindness. . My only saviour is the Ear, No ground for delight in ****** why?. Sorrow is all I hear, In both physical and spiritual. Oh! wicked blindness. . Hello! To all the sightless fellow, Known and Unknown in sorrow. With you, I do feel the pain, With Maker, we'll break the chain. And the lightning sight, we'll regain. . To hell with the wicked, vicious Blindness.. . Okoye Chikamso (Mr_Focus) .
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
BLINDNESS
Cap is sad, Bucky's down Nat is crying, Vision is gone Bruce is nowhere to be found Star-Lord is screaming, Wanda's weeping, Okoye hates everything, Strange is quaking, Loki may not be dead, no one can tell what was in that trickster's head Peter says, Mr. Stark, I don't wanna be dead T'Challa reached for his general, but he was dusted too Tony says, I'm coming for you Gamora laughed, she thought he was heartless But he was heartless in a different way Red skull thought it was all for naught, saw the error of his ways Until Thanos coughed and said, Thor, you should've aimed for the head.
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
End of All Things