Poetic-Verses
Style:POETRY AFRICANO (Woletide or Soyinkarism) To: Ever brightness MOCK WORTHINESS: THE SONG OF A SOUND.
I am the man that
Cheer-mercied the bottles
And never went hurt;
Who carried fire
In his blessedness
and there was no hurt.
I walked on the solo-ways
Of the wind to a
Commander principle
And found no hurt,
Yea-wiring while all
Bowed the knee.
This price is sad
For a forensic outlook.
And here is the man
Whom the bottles praise,
Like a piece of paper
In a toasted clay.
First published with the name “Shirley Phillips”
Joy Effiong
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Style:POETRY AFRICANO (Woletide or Soyinkarism) To: Ever brightness MOCK WORTHINESS: THE SONG OF A SOUND.
Style:POETRY AFRICANO (Woletide or Soyinkarism) To: Ever brightness MOCK WORTHINESS: THE SONG OF A SOUND.
