Ezi

A matron she's of sober grace
A lily she's of the valley
A deep river she's to my heart
A beauty she to me her beholder
A rhythm she that lures my soul
A dream she that runs me riot
A raging fever she that consumes me
A queen she my pride hails
A rose she to my eternal garden
She's Pretty Ezi - capture of my heart.

Love

Love! Your sweetest songs are
Those that tell of saddest employ
Yet if we could scorn
Hate, and Pride, and Fear
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear
I know not how Thy joy
We ever should come near.

Blessed Queen
[Tribute to the Moon]

O blessed glowing Queen!
Another day of little worth
To many yet very dear to some
Is about to die today on earth
Look down tonight and pace
Our clime in glamour
Tho' Morn's eyes will sit staring
Vainly at Thy silver bright torch
Like an owl at mid-day
Appear again, grace tonight
With songs of godly joy more
Softer and sweeter than Love
Walk tonight away while
Nearly full, O blessed Queen!

© 2004 Ugo Nkwoala
E-mail the poet: ugomanuel@yahoo.com


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