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My lonely Call

Contributed by olasunkanmi on Sunday, 17th November 2002 @ 04:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

My call
My ravine call
I noise it,but couldn't go pass me
though the thief pass me by
Carting away the whiteness of my eyes
My view of pride
I used to be,the cedar tree,
cornea of the eyes
mellow in the cluster of fruit
floating in the deep blue sea
stem around me like a cluster of flower on a branch
feeding mouth to mouth just like the caring bird to the nestling
not until my hidden was uncovered
cedar tree, not by my lips
lost its chlorophyll
the cornea_the lachrymal-glands
My fir,clover for the cattles
sinking in the other side of the sea
tongue-in tongue-out
As if the weasel cares
never cares
the mimic of the tortise pronounce its
handfull of destruction
Hum!
judas of this world,web of evil tenuity the quiet cave
their beam is just like the morning star
once the cloud open it goes
subsiding for the next prey to devour

olasunkanmi rasheed igbalajobi
kanmmy2@YAHOO.COM

Copyright © olasunkanmi ... [ 2002-11-17 04:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: My lonely Call (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Tuesday, 17th December 2002 @ 09:18:18 AM AEST
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Some men are evil and are only out to devour and this is sad but there are women out there who do this same thing as well....i like the last line here in your poem where it saays subsiding for the next prey to devour.....did you know that on alot of my yahoo names that i have .....that the quote on my names say "let us prey"...now that's weird huh? lol....thanks for sharing this one i enjoyed it alot...and i understand where your coming from with this write...keep em' coming...
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:.

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