Imo Peter Poems

SCIENCE OF MY TEACHER
Once upon a time, I was a seedling
Nurtured in nursery by your fertility
I shed not your tendrils of tenderness
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THINK AGAIN
Asuu! ! Weldon!
The result is here
Kindly take a glance
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My shoulders shrug on your awry acts
Never will I constitute an audience
Enthralled by your show
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Though I'm not an eagle
I'll soar above the mountains

If track trekking lanes become
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I can't wait for tale of tellers
I wouldn't want to be told
I can recognize my property
Hidden in you
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Do not father me
If fathering means
Procreation without provision
If your love means
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If we dance to the rhythm of greed
Squander resources and sell today
What then would gain?
The comings of tomorrow
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Hail! The architect of virtue;
Where characters are molded
And life becomes blossomed!
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I live in the shore
Because my source is sure
I will toil and toil and toil
Till I get my ore
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At creation's scene on repose sensed
Let's manufacture! Creator exclaimed
Our replica in flesh and bones and blood
So did the utterance, ignite the scene
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