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Stephen O Amadi

Stephen O Amadi

If Not Seen

One will fail to believe, if not
Seen or perceived, what solemnly;
Another heart had muster
Precariously, for intent or brief
A talent titled grief.

(2014)

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Writers XIV

I still have Enough fuel To fill my Thoughts Because
The memory, our loss: devil's wept

Even if the devil whispers are lou… Can you alter his ego around? May you not kneel or lie or squat… Munificence alarm, Can you tell me what he looks like…
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The burden of a conscience

Now, have you seen? The black mane of a dark horse As it slithers and kiss the marble… Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an… On a starry night whispers its oat
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Moon

The moon should be Cautious of us Because one day we will Be looking Down to her And She shall pledge to us
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Flattery

I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.
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Things you don’t have to be to do

You don’t have to be in distress t… Just like you don’t have to breath… You don’t have to be tall to leap You certainly don’t have to be sho… You don’t have to be loud to sing
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In Our Own Majesty

Read as light becomes brighter Dance like hell will never succeed Laugh as life becomes a feather Walk like pride will be dear to up… Stroll in your own certain majesty
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The memory, our loss I: emotions delays

Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye… Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks… Countenance cover’s it or lay stil… Of thy thoughts out bare; stay sti… Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire,…
Men

When in battle We know men But not fully, We know men that Folds up their sleeve
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Writers XXXVI

Everything Hurts Immediately you Decided To
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Give Me Love

Give me love O you, as sacred heart Are hard to trust. Plunge my bones With humor
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Bless Your Heir

They should learn how to talk, When they sees one another—just fo… They should dry the coals and bury… Like half of us, so strength shall… But before you were born by them,
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Ego

They are not bragging Or that many I could easily fish them out For now.
Writers XLIV

Oh God What would Do Without My hands,
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The spirits awaits thee

Rapidly does the spirit roam. Invisible to human And visible to the special ones, Sometimes you could sense Or feel the stroke when walking



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