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Prince Ekpemandu Poem
A confession to the
bartender
The one with the drink in
her hand
The one who looks just
like my bottle...
A glass would do
Or make it two
So i can pour out my
heart to you...
So i can make my
bitterness come
through...
You remind me of my
lady
The only difference is
your are tenderness
You never took my heart
the way she did
you never played me the
way she did....
She was everything to
me
That's why i took her to
where i would be
Somewhere dark where
no eyes can see
Somewhere i could meet
her again....
Somewhere she won't
hurt me again.....
My secrets i give to to
you my bartender......
Secrets of a large dark
heart....
CONTEST; confessions to
a bartender
by; Natalie :) The Rogue
Rhymer
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She sat near a pool of brownish waters.
Perplexed by her own reflection.
The wind tender on her hair,
Tossing it eastward.
Drying her imbrued face,
From days of sobbing,
Leaving dull lines that stretched
From her pale eyes,down her haggard lion.
She never wore a smile
As brilliant as the sun.
They only burn,her.
Reawaking her tears
From their subtle base
Beneath her eyes.
She considered them,a tragic representation of her
life.
She decked her face with cowardice.
Never regretted,nor did she skedaddle from it,
The lies she once told herself.
They were now,dreams she woke up to,now and
then.
Expressionless,she sat,
On cold dead grass.
They sent chills to her bones.
Her mind hovering through the empty space,
That is her her own schema.
And the world that lies beneath her bruised nose,
Covered in blood and fear,
The stench of terror,
Quite familiar to her.
They were like marks on her back.
They stayed with you for a life time.
Misery was something she owned.
They burnt in her dark brown eyes.
You could see their talons lashing restlessly,
Drawing those who cared for a scare.
The tears that flooded her garment
Jog the memory of her own consciousness,
That she still did feel something.
Something painfully passionate.
Something,realer than her fragile image.
Those tears were reminders
Reminding her,that she,can still think.
Think of events that stole
All the life she knew,
Will ever know.
She stood at the edge of destitute,
As hard as it was,
It brought her solace.
Her hopes raise at the east,
Settling west with the sun.
She seeks no remedy,
But an audience.
An audience at least.
****DEDICATING THIS ONE TO
POETDESTROYER.SHE IS THE REASON WHY IM
HERE.ITS BEING A WHILE THOUGH...MISS IT ON
HERE***
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In the midst of this silent song,
Is a lost note-a lost church...
Worst than being abandoned,
It's foundation has been crawled by isolation...
The melodious rhymes it made,
Has been replaced by a never ending moaning of the ocean...
The sands crapes into it veins,
Going sway..
It was a place filled with saved souls..
A place of inspiration,
Tunes into a place of isolation..
Left and abandoned by all,
The place of worship has turned into "abbadon".
BY PRINCE EKPEMANDU
contest- THE CHURCH NY THE OCEAN
2nd October 2011
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How do you know a great man,
Two things i tell you.
The largeness of his heart and the insight of his mind.
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You aint all that perfect
You aint there yet
Hoping you could be
But that can never be...
You know i want to love you
You know i want to be involued
But you are lost in the passion
And all you see is distraction
I may not be all that handsome
The guy in that big mansion
But my heart is a worthy ransom..
Look deep and close
Not the shiny,not the clothes
Remember now,but forget not tomorrow
That's where the story continues
With me you can be an epic with depth.
Why be just a few passages with them
when you can be a book with me
My lady chose...chose the right time
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Such an intelligent mind,
But enslaved by a treacherous and foolish mouth
Leading his brilliance into no significance
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Prince Ekpemandu Poem
Hold it! i am warning you
NO FARTING ALLOWED!
The rest room is near
you...
DON'T FART OUT LOUD
NO OOZING BOMBS ! Not
those
I am not ready to die,so
stop that art
The last time you fart
You murdered my nose
I say NO FART ALLOWED
DEAR!
The last world war was a
pretty good scare
Please don't start
another one here
Oh! that oozing smell
who can bear.....
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Prince Ekpemandu Poem
Everyday i have different fantasies
Sometimes it's all i can see
I love to think of it as my world of impossibilities
In which my adventures are like infinity
I can be whosoever i want to be
...
Without no one disturbing me
The power of imagination is in my hands
Which i use to set up all my plans
Am in the world of my pleasure
Where my achievement cannot be measured
I would walk on water
I would even fly on wings to Canada
Even if i wander
I can never get lost
Because all that is there was brought by my course
A place were i can practice all my desires
Even due some of them would be like playing with fire
but i don't get burnt
Due it looks very impossible
Could be in the mood of planning some mischievous plot
that i can do without getting cut
These are the fun you get when you are living in you own world
And all the shots are pulled by your own words
The power of my imagination is fully activated
I just think and i would see what i have created
It could be beautiful or ugly
but am not worried because it would be seen by me only
By the blinking of my eyes i create
And by the flick of my finger it fades
I wish every one could see what a great world i have
Sometimes i wish all these things could come alive
So sorry that they can not view which me
The world that i have created,that's my fantasy
They can hear but can't not see it
They can try,but cannot be exact
because it a world of wonder
Not for them to ponder
Because it is my world an its meant for only me to wander
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I am the man in the suit
The man who broke your rules
The man who mesmerized your
defenses
That sophisticated dude
Who though was rude
Had his spell over you
I was that man in the suit
what goes around
Surely comes around
And like those words ARE true
i had to come back to you
Am the man in the suit
The man in front of you
The man meant for you
Am the man in the suit
The black suit
Waiting for you to say "i do"
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Prince Ekpemandu Poem
My personality
That's my identity
Who i am in a summary
What a shocking reality
It is my ability to express me
... A great asset not a liability
So i ask you my community
Do you like my personality
Some times i can be unstable like the weather
But my personality is constant for3ver
I may create a lot of shams
So that i can charm
You people from knowing who i am
But that brings me much harm
Because my personality i must be expressed
if i don't i will be giving myself stress
Hiding my personality
Is like losing the ability to be free
I try to make friends
I try so much to blend
I try also not to offend
but my personality doesn't send
It must exhibit what it can
And can not be hidden in a can
so take me the way i am
and i the way you are
no matter how i try to fake
It would always ache
So before you judge me
Just try to love me
And you would see
That i have a great personality
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