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Distant Admiration 10/12/06 At a distance it glitters Her moist and ebony skin Under the semi-dark sky Early in the morning Along silent Harrison street. From a distance I was captivated By her uncalculated cat-working Towards my path along the street; Her long straight, spotless and smooth legs Piercing through her three quarter skirt Engross my heart with passion. Distantly I trembled At gorgeous glance on my heart's Desired angel's movement and Her suavity unleash eccentric emotion in me By her simple admired attire Blended with her authentic skin color, I am enchanted from distance Along noiseless Harrison street.

Solitary Admiration 11/10/06 Since my first glance Of the lady like a gazelle Along the silent street I have hoped To meet her again. Since the first gaze— My solitary admiration of her ebony figure Along Joseph Harrison street, Passionately have I scripted My heart's sequential expressions: “Let me fill your heart with bundles of gazania flower, let me into your warm arms and hover my lips over yours in the confines of my gazebo.” “Let me have a taste of your succulent breast-- a sweet cherry in the forest-- to bedew my rusty heart for being in love again!” Severely, Shallion hissed And grasped my thigh, Slowly she clung her red-lips Tighter to my subtly moistened lips Along the silent street.

Attached Souls 12/12/06 Sincerely, it's sad; Heart-arching Soul-dampening Hearing "Farewell" bid By the beloved, Truly it's bad; Tearing apart This touching attachment Of utmost feeling: love! It's damned fearful; Listening to the distressed, Agonized, pained and solemn Expressions of a heart Beset by beating confessions. It's indeed madness; Tearing apart attached souls, Sailing across life's coasts In love's vessel!

Ode To Christopher Okigbo 09/08/03 Shrines present traditionalists Offering rites and rituals To their ancestral deities. Amidst crowded tourists During festive period found: Drummers, chanters and dancers. Behind steering-wheel Seated certified drivers: Masters of traffic-light. Media house abode Inquisitive personalities: Journalists and broadcasters. WAR TERRITORY Stead of cursed-steel Horrifying thirsty of BLOOD. Its camouflaged battalion Hover at battle-front With cudgel, archery and dane-gun. POEEET mirrors life With pen on paper; NOT a TOOOY at war-front! O, dear mystic poet: Christopher Okigbo You toyed your life at battle-front!