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Crying Mother by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

9/17/2007

What a true love
I have given to you my star.
You keep screeming inside me
before you were out as a child.
Sweetie, you put in me great pain
and allowed tears to ran like a river.
I had to undergone this agony for you
even beyound my bone marrow.
I love to see you growing
as a mountain of reasons.
My pain and cry would stop
if, you do not change
for those crystal and golden words given to you.
You would make my tears of joy
continue to flyhigh
making my bond with you stronger.
I shall cry tommorrow
when you hurt me with words and action.
Never may that be my little darling Angel.

My Love for Nature by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

8/7/2007

Oh! you land.
Productive of every fine things.
Place where sunset was clothed.
Olive trees sang praises for their Maker God.
Flower well array,before the daughters of men.
Children as well as adult shake your hand with smile.
How great,I love to crown you with love.
I shall always recount
The blessing you have given to mankind.

My Sweet Love by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

8/29/2008

O! What a love, you had shown me, my babe.
Your heart of love is full of affection.
Tell me something,O! My Sweet Love.
I was transfixed
when your golden touch
healed my broken heart.
Never,had I made any mistake choosing you.
Let me sing for you.
And dancing around with you in our tent of love.
You actually made me touched the sky.
Can you allowed me to soak in your true love?
My Angel of sweetness you were called by me.
Neither was diamond nor gold could come close near your virtues.
Make me smile and laugh onces more.
I shall always be grateful to you.
Please,come for a hug.
Promise me to making your love with me forever.
Love and happiness shall be glad.
If only,you embraced me with love in totality.

September 11 (2) by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

8/29/2008

Two objects flown around the towers with weapons of destruction.
I was embittered
when such attack had infected the beautiful City
bringing people to their untimely death.
O! September 11,a day in the month,never to be forgetful so soon.
You were well array and beautifully clothe by nature
when terrorism decided to blacklist you.
I kept wondering,why this calamity befell the sands of the sea.
It is almost a healed wounds that is still fresh to the minds.
Do you care to know
when terrorism shall be swept accross the carpet?
Who do you think can unravel this pain felt by man?
No man but Almighty God.
He shall not only remove terrorism
but also bring to pass sickness,sin and death.
Mankind full restoration hope by Him will be restored.
September 11,shall always be blessed not cursed by this evil vices.

Voices of the People by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

8/28/2007

Why should many be left homeless?
Who cares to see
whether sands of the sea
were even giving dry bread to eat?
Do you know,if they had tasted water?
before,assuming taking their bathe.
My life solely depend
on the voices of my people.
Let speak truth
Practice justice
Love righteousness
And get the feeling of others.
I love to see my people happy.
I shall never learn to complain
when my people dance for joy.
If,there is no voices of the people
life seems meaningless and void.

Voices of the People by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

8/28/2007

The Village Square by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

8/28/2007

The Cock crows at dawn.
Voice and bell ringing
of the messagers was loud afar.
People gathered to discuss.
Moonlight was set for story tales.
Old and young persons were alike in terms.
As the river bird sang around the nooks and cranny
and the surronding trees
Whispers for calmness.

Survival by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

8/22/2007

It came at the dawn of the day. Flooding swept across the land.
Storm with heavy thunder
shake the mountains,hills,and rocks.
The moon turn red.
Darkness cover the earth.
People were griped with fears.
Only,the survival knew smile and happiness.
There was a way of escape provided.
A time of relief to the distress souls existed.
Many wondered,to have come out alive safe.

My instructor by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

8/22/2007

You taught me
how to form a word,phrase,clause and sentence meaningfully.
I was shown by you
When numbers were manipulated into figures.
I almost driven crazy
When revealed the sceret of the mind
from those things,I read,write and study.
Your time of teaching was fully wrapped with understanding.
T came to realized
You were like diamond found in the desert plain.

Joy At Last by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

8/18/2008

Suffering pain kept me mute.
Poverty make me sorrowful.
Loneliness swallow me up.
Hatred shut my affection.
Wars and terrorism created deep fears for me.
I was trapped down in the valley of injustices.
Wait a minute.
I pondered.
Pain was broken.
Poverty was reshaped to bliss.
Loneliness found favour with warmness and happiness.
Love enveloped hatred.
Wars and terrorism became past tense in history.
Justices was fully embraced.
The eye of faith,behold it all.
Thank you,my Maker God
What a joy, I felt at last.

Crying for being Childless by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

8/14/2007

I look onto the moon at night.
Craving to hear for a cry of a baby.
My heart wept bitterly all day long.
Searches to get what belong to the womb.
Who is there to draw the rope of comfort for me?
I shall wait when my delieverer would come.
To see me smiling onces more.

The Betrothed by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

7/7/2007

It came in the cover of the dark
to seek a love of the maiden.
My golden finger, point toward the sky.
And ask, if ,it was my betrothed.
Tears of joy, just roll down
and sink into the valley of hope.
Two hearts meet to form a bond
and love was cemented in the light.

The Betrothed by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

7/7/2007

My Wedding Day. by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

7/7/2007

A long awaiting Day.
I had become restless.
Limping for such a day to come.
Wonderful and special day indeed.

It was a moment of silent
which swept across hearts of oceans.
A befitting day of complete love of the hearts.
Bringing together a union of love and peace.

Be my guest.
Come and eat and drink.
And have a relax time, for yourself.
I am happy
for being on our wedding day.

Sweet Sleep by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

7/7/2007

Dreaming of you.
kept me in the bosom of an Angel.
I struggle.
To make you have me, most nights.

Think and Act by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

7/7/2007

I thought of getting a good job.
But, never walk across the roadway.
It was raining Cat and Dog outside.
I ignored using an umbrella.
When face with problems of life
I ran out looking for help.
Wait a minute
just think
and act quickly
Before, the moonlight arrived.

Love of the Maker God by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

7/7/2007

Your dearest love had proven beyound any length.
Far above, a golden love
mankind have ever had to show.
Soveriegn of the universe is you.
Sunrise and sunset decorated your earth with beauties.
Rain you gave, waters all flowers of love.
Birds and olive trees you made
display their tails and leaves to your praises.
Man, you made continuing to bless and workship Thee.
What a fine priviledge, having you as my maker God.

Keep me in Touch by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

7/7/2007

Get ready to take me to my destiny land.
Where the love of my people florishes.
Keep me in touch,when you made your decisions.
Don't let your love fail.
keep me in touch with your diamond virtues.
At any cost of your true love.

Precious Baby by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

7/7/2007

Arise and shine from your slumber you people.
I beat a drum for you.
The day my mother concieved me.
You were there,but unable to hearing my voice.
At the forest, you made me to stay alive naked.
I was angried at you for taking me for granted.
Imagine how great I was when dressed in a beautiful
clothes.
I wanted to come in as an adult.
But, I was denied the access to be one for now.
People felt my present as a precious baby anywhere.
I was always been taking as a model of vauleable
gifts.
You cannot separate my bond with my sweet mother.
No matter what, I love her dearly.
Even when I was abondon and kept in the orhanage.
I still long to see her, hold her and tenderly kisses
her.
Can you please help me to look for my mother?
Commerce and industry welcome my arrival as a precious
baby.
But, my sweet mother missed her precious baby.
Mother nature say don't worry I shall take you in
close to me.
And show you love, O!My little precious baby.

Who Cares by Benedict Iyare Ebuwa

7/6/2007

Do you care to ask me a question?

Who cares to see me laughing and similing?

Although,I am an object of ridicule
among friends of love.

But who cares to know
if, I do exist and live.