I AM AN ART ARTISAN WORDS ARTIST EDUCATIONISTS ELECTRICAL ENGINEER WORDS ENGINEER AFRICAN POET
37 articles
August 29, 2020
Spare the knife
Tell its handle:
I only hold to cut
But not to stab
Spare the sea
Tell its waves
I enjoyed watching
Than been dragged by it
Spare the rope
Tell its line
I've always drag my domestics
Around in it and not
Me been tied fighting
For breaths interrupting life
Spare the poison
Tell its toxicant
To kill for human safety
Than demoralized my loved ones
Corrupting others beautiful minds
Practically to do same
Spare the time
Tell the clock
To keep its tit-tat
For the moment is yet to be right
And the period is far
For fate to date end
Spare the cry
Tell its yelling to keep coming
Those ones you are used to have in love
Correcting the need for adjustment
Especially when things go wrong
But the ones lonely nights at hearts will share
Should not come now to blowup gush!
Spare our love
Tell yourself you are indebted
To do same to others beyond
Behold! Those little while
In oneness of term memory lingers
Please, spare love for us
Spare our care
Tell your head you need to return
Those little touch of affections
Hi! When you less expected
Checking on your well being
For life best wishes in bed to wake
Spare the right
Tell God He owns you
And the embodiment of your being
So, He owns the right to take it
Your spirit, soul and body are not yours
But no right is granted you to trade any in blue
With your smiles
Take time to walk miles
Forget not your heavenly file
On earth that you compile
Beyond your frown
Take caution to map towns
But never feel so down
To kiss the earth timing brown
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I AM AN ART ARTISAN WORDS ARTIST EDUCATIONISTS ELECTRICAL ENGINEER WORDS ENGINEER AFRICAN POET
37 articles
August 29, 2020
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