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Onah Anthony Poem
I woke at dawn reminiscing,
large thoughts contradicting the mind like the wind and the sea waves;
At once i realize something great was missing,
Pushed to the four cardinal point without being able to make decision like slaves;
I wonder if i die before sunset.
I perceive misery and pain,
but am not misjudged i deserve pains as my gain;
To the world i came not out of my own will,
I wish something could be done to save me!
If i die before sunset.
Not partly righteous.. i was the man on the sycamore;
My ways i denounce i don't want you no more!
i appreciate and want to abide by the rules of my creator,
reflecting on his words, making his prophets and messengers my mentor
then shall i rejoice if called before sunset..
Copyright © Onah Anthony | Year Posted 2017
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Onah Anthony Poem
Hope was mistaken
The destiny is sure
By age all I had was taken
The quest hast always pure;
As isolated as the ruins of Babylon
Tunes I heard was immature-couldn’t dance
Whispered a voice give up not! Carry on
And all desired now in abundance,
Most times we need not what we need
And time only shall tell
Attain not what’s destined with greed
Alas! Humility is appreciated ..all is well;
Today is just yesterdays
Life not a dream we’ve come to stay
Real you yet on the way
O! to regret nothing-in my bed in peace I lay.
Copyright © Onah Anthony | Year Posted 2017
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