A A Umar Udubo Poems

Remember the day
We confessed albeit too late
You afar through a network and I lay
In bed talking to a roommate
...

without a you
sept
ember has done it
again
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Is it not late
to inspire a dying man,
when he sees ethereal beings
the winged celestial lights? human beings
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The moon gleams here on the river
amidst stars- varied sizes and shapes
the heavens descend on these waters
so that we may have a closer and truer sight
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They came to Bama killing
And
Into black flames of hell they went- killed
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The dying—atop this burning mountain,
here,
espy not the living—beneath this fertile land,
below
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When you
Long for me (when I am not by your side)
Stretch your sight
To the blank pages of night(I belong to the shades of night)
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Poetry I write
Now as always at night
It'll be said when it's right
Poetry's language of a kind
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Often a friend wonder
whether pen down this poem?

I say:
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(For you, the dead and the confused beings,
For that person in me and you, for the trespassing presence in us)

One by one, we depart this ephemeral bliss
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