
Poems by Star Precious Okpeh
Full of stars that soar with emotions
The boiling point of feelings
Risen in torrents I fear.
When she heard your voice.
A serenade splitting mortality
What flow of the river you hold!
Our heads served in our bowls
Like Adamawa in her plight
That sits with strength at bay
Our heads served in our bowls.
Children cry as cupboards frown
Faith is held so it will pay
And help us rise so we don’t drown
Truth be told that we will grow
And as we grow a lot we know
A lot of wants; a lot of pain.
A mad desire to raise our gain.
Rumpled hairs seek bold a crown
Hope is called to clear the way
As wealth strolls in on a satin gown.
Talk of sins and speak of mourning
Tell of souls without a calling
These have not stopped grace from giving
Good to all- both dead and living.