No one like you
Poetry,
you were…
My hope
in blue days…
Those years
of melancholy…
I cling
to you…
I love the stars
and I love the moon…
But of all
these friends…
No one
like you…
You changed my life
for you made me clam…
You makes me cry
for you breaks me down…
Of all my friends
no one like you…
You rip me raw
to bring out my best…
Oh, you make me still
though I’m a blue man…
In all these calm
nothing like you…
I love the birds
and I love the rose…
I love my friends
with all my heart…
But among
these friends…
O’ no
one like you…
For you burn me wild
yet you chill me mad…
Oh, I love guitar
for I play love songs…
But of all
these things…
Nothing
like you…
You touch me deep
now I run so deep…
I love the Sea
for I love her boast…
But of all
these friends…
Oh, no one
like you…
I’ve search
all over again…
Yet nothing
like you…
Yes
It’s true…
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Emeghara Collins
March 21st
Poetry day
2:59 PM ·
No one like you
Poetry,
you were…
My hope
in blue days…
Those years
of melancholy…
I cling
to you…
I love the stars
and I love the moon…
But of all
these friends…
No one
like you…
You changed my life
for you made me clam…
You makes me cry
for you breaks me down…
Of all my friends
no one like you…
You rip me raw
to bring out my best…
Oh, you make me still
though I’m a blue man…
In all these calm
nothing like you…
I love the birds
and I love the rose…
I love my friends
with all my heart…
But among
these friends…
O’ no
one like you…
For you burn me wild
yet you chill me mad…
Oh, I love guitar
for I play love songs…
But of all
these things…
Nothing
like you…
You touch me deep
now I run so deep…
I love the Sea
for I love her boast…
But of all
these friends…
Oh, no one
like you…
I’ve search
all over again…
Yet nothing
like you…
Yes
It’s true…
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Emeghara Collins
March 21st
Poetry day
2-
One hand lifts buttocks
If you use
one hand…
To lift
buttocks…
It’ll dance
aside…
Then she’ll
lump apart…
Oh, one hand
lifts buttocks…
Is equal to
fall apart o man…
If go on without
your children…
You’ll surly
fall apart…
For your eyes will
always be behind you…
And your heart will
always sit among them…
One hand
lifts buttocks…
Is equal to
fall apart o man…
If you live on
without your children…
In pieces, you
shall live your life…
For your eyes are
left on the footway…
Your thoughts will
stick among them…
If a hand
grip a buttock…
It will
hip apart…
Surly it’ll
lump aside…
One hand
lifts buttocks…
Is equal to
fall apart o man..
If you civilize with
out your children…
You will hold
no water…
Your future
is blank…
You will truly
fall apart…
For one hand
lifts buttocks…
Is equal to
fall apart…
Yes
It’s true…
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Emeghara Collins
March 21st
2019.
3-
Long days of summer
In you, I fell
into sunshine…
Those happy days
I hike down the beach…
I found, lying
in your hands…
To love you feels like
long days of summer…
Sunshine has
found a new friend…
Oh, sunshine
lying next to me…
Thinking of you feels
like long days of summer…
Sun birds singing
by my window…
Sunshine dancing
like the dancers…
Like the
scorching sun…
I now
live my life…
Knowing, you’re
always there for me…
Makes me think of those
long days of summer…
These wild tears
wailing down my eyes…
Makes me think
about the summer rain…
Those crazy and
happy days…
That I used to wander
in midsummer night…
I found, roaming
in your eyes…
Sunshine as if
a gift of gold…
Sunflowers making
a bed in my heart…
Feeling this way
makes me think of…
Those long
days of summer…
For sunshine, is
now a best friend…
Oh, my heart now
valley of sunrise…
You look in my eyes
I had to look away…
For you remain me of
my long days of summer…
While winter
hasn’t gone…
Darling
It’s true…
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Emeghara Collins
March 20th
2019.
4-
The blood we shed
A child takes
from her parents…
A priest looks
like his deity…
You kill in the
name of God…
You knew nothing
about God dear friend…
For God is love and
those that seek Him…
Walks in the
passion of His love…
Every morning you
wake up to preach…
At midnight you
stand naked to pray…
Yet your heart, a
warehouse of evil…
Hear me loud
get it straight…
A child takes
after her parents…
And a priest must look
like the god he serve…
Those that kill in
the name of religion…
Are offsprings
of a demon…
For God
is of love…
And the true
worshippers…
Walks in the
light of love…
On this
day…
My heart goes out
for the blood we shed…
In the name
of religion…
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Emeghara Collins
Letter to New
Zealand, March
16th 2019
5-
If beauty be of flowers
Beauty
extraordinary…
So magical
a beauty…
If beauty
be of flowers…
Be the beauty of
my world sweet love…
For life is
like a dream…
In the beauty
of flowers…
Sky roaming
like a wanderer…
For her shoes
have crash into…
The garden
of love….
If race,
be of blue sky…
Let my heart be your
marathon sweet darling…
For the cloud
went on barefoot…
At the beauty
of flowers…
Oh, if beauty
be of flowers…
Be the beauty of my
heart, pretty woman…
For life as if
a wonder land…
In the beauty
of flowers…
Beauty above the
rhyme of a poet…
If I’m wrong
step out and paint…
This wonder
O poet…
For you’ll watch
as your brush…
Breaks down
like a woman…
If flowers be
of beauty…
Honey, let me be
the beauty of your eyes…
For birds get
too emotional…
At the beauty
of flowers…
If love be
of flowers…
Let me be the love
of your life o darling…
For the stars
rang her wild bell…
At the affection
of your heart…
If beauty
be of flowers…
I want to be the garden
of your heart sweetheart…
For this poet breaks
down and cry…always!
At the beauty of
beautiful flowers…
If you would
say ‘no’
Look at the
flowers, to say ‘yes’
For my heart is
of pretty flowers…
Yes
It’s true…
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Emeghara Collins
March 16th
2019.
