Author: Emmanuel Gleekia
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The Day I Die
The day I die; When I’m being carried, To the gravesite, You must never think, That I’m missing the world. For what is there to miss, If not my mother, And siblings, My books, And those few good people, That care for me, As I care for them? The day I die, Do not mourn,…
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Poetry- Goodbye For Now
I hope we see again, But not in death, Or in the stormy rain. Now, trekking on this pitiless path, In opposite ways, I hope we see again someday. Thinking of the time together we shared, Going from here to there, In the overpowering heat of the sun, I swear, this journey was no fun.…
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Poetry- To Become A Child Again
If I could become a little child again, I would revisit my home. That land flowing with milk and honey. That fertile land of picturesque greeneries, And springs of placid waters, Cascading the rough slopes of verdant hills. That land of low-lying plains that stretch far, To where the sky kisses the trees. That land…
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Poetry- I Want To Live Somewhere
I want to live somewhere else. Not in the city or here; Not in the town or that village; Not even over there. I want to live somewhere else. Not where pitched, the tent of sorrow; Not where hearts are starved of love. Not where there’s no promise of the morrow. I want to live…
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Why Cat And Rat Aren’t Friends
Once upon a long, long time ago, all the animals lived in the jungle, with the lion as their king. The lion and his relatives, the leopard, the tiger, and the cat, all lived with him in their own rooms in the jungle palace. The other animals lived in their own houses that they liked,…
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Poetry- When Mama Is Gone
One day you will awake, And hear that your mother, Has gone with the angels, To the Creator up yonder. One day, you will miss, Her presence so bad, That no amount of comfort, Can persuade you from being sad. One day, you will wish, Your mama was still here; Singing you a lullaby, And…
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Poetry- When My Lady Comes
Beneath the night sky, So bright and clear, A gentle breeze whispers, That my lady is here. The effervescent fragrance of love, Dances with serenity in the air. Envisioning our expected beautiful memories, Her eyes water with joyful tears. In tranquil calm, I stand and behold, My fairy goddess, That glints past gold. Then, softly,…
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Poetry- I Wish I Had A Friend
I wish I had a friend, Who never gets tired of me; Who makes sure my laughter never ends, A friend who appreciates the good in me. I wish I had a friend, Who stays by my side when I’m sad. A friend who always comprehends, When my day goes bad. I wish I had…
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Poetry- Bone Of My Bones
Like the moon craves the night sky, My being yearns for the embrace of your spirit. Like all the rivers that empty into the sea, And yet the sea is not satiated. We may slip and fall a thousand times, But still, we shall rise. Like the snail that does not travel, Without its shell,…
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Poetry- Serenade For My Mother
You black, beautiful sapphire, Glinting like a starlight. Woman of profound attributes, That is seeable even in the dark of night. Woman of great simplicities; Woman of the upland rice fields. Oh, my beloved mother, This serenade is for you! You that opened my eyes, To the wonders of the world. You that bore with…