MFONETINA

mfon etina

INTRODUCTION MFON ETINA IS AN EXTREMELY COMPASSIONATE, SENTIMENTAL, SWEET POET. MFON RESIDES IN NIGERIA HE IS GRADUATED FROM THE UNIVERSITY OF CALABAR, WHERE HE STUDIED ZOOLOGY. HE HAS BEEN WRITING THE POETRY SINCE THE AGE OF 13. MFON ETINA'S POETRY REFLECT MULTIPLE PHASES OF THE EMOTIONAL STATE OF MINDS, FEELINGS AND PASSIONS WHICH ARE HIGHLY INFLUENZA BY THE SURROUNDINGS, ATMOSPHERE OF THE PEOPLE AROUND. THE COMPASSION AND LOVE FOR OTHER PEOPLE IS ON ITS BEST IN HIS POETRY. THIS IS WHAT POETRY WAS MEANT TO BE, POETRY WHICH REFLECTS THE PAIN AND SUFFERING FOR PEOPLE AROUND.

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LIST OF POETRY

homeless orphans

Do you ever think?
What a life it is;
To look at your palms;
Wide and beautiful;
But no key to on it;
To unlock your door;
No money on it;
To buy your needs;
No blanket on it;
To keep you warm at night;
No friends on it;
To make you smile;
No neighbors to make you smile;
No calendar on it;
To mark your birthday;
No mirror, to look at your God given beauty;
Not even a Bible;
To heal ur broken heart;
From sun to sun;
All that's on your palms;
Is thoughts and thoughts;
Do you ever think what a life it is;
To be an homeless orphan...

fear

us a change; Like a shooting star; Falling from the base of the earth; Through a passage; Less like a throat; Piercing through the soul; Hacked down, trying not to make a sound; Burned at a stake; And faded as a summer leaves; Desperately, is all I need; To keep the wind, the wind of fear; Behind my back....

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HE GAVE ME CHRISTMAS

To get the most out of life;
i thought his birth will be symbolic;
In the the high tower of an earthly king's palace;
Three identical sun will showered the in the sky;
But it is still a mystery;
A shepherd's girl found favors;
In the sacrifice of a king;
Love, heavenly plant;
Fostered and nourished forever;
Gave him strength;
In heaven, words were scarce;
Only the eyes of the angel's speak;
But they breathe love;
And felt a sense of cadence;
When they sang a song of joy to the world;
He left the shores of heaven;
With an invisible wings of light;
A crown of love;
But made His peaceful and counsel nature visible;
Even the stars was plagued with wisdom;
When it felt the strength of Christmas;
His humble birth, a Christmas;
Every moment, I looked up to the sky;
If I can reach the heavens;
I long for the shadow of his face;
It doesn't matter that I can't even touch the loin
wrapped round him;
He gave me Christmas, the bond of our love...

Poet

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TO A FRIEND CRYING OF HEARTBREAK

A fragile, tailless sentence; Convey a more perfect meaning; It doesn't really have to end; Like a true love tale; Saddened; You may feel; Drowned in the bitterness; Of a despised love sea; Or even like diamonds; On the grey hairs of aged men; Rather grow more light on your eyes; To unveil the darkness; So you can distinguish; Marble from stone; Or even know snow turns water; During summer; Dry the trembling dark tears; The morning sun is coming; To dry the mounds of tears...

Poet

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MAMA

Destiny always;
Held a winning hand;
Though it takes;
A thousand stitches;
To save nine now;
Somehow;
Someone must answer;
The brittle, shallow;
Call of nature;
The unstable, windy thick bush;
Known for its unfairness;
Makes life hard;
Surfacing sheer desperation;
In the fugue of success and failure;
Almost no one would....
But...
There's a humane voice;
In the chorus line;
Mama, greatest individual;
In the world;
The lining from your garland garment of faith;
Gives me a clean cloth of hope;
Fostered with courage;
Good mother;
Dead or alive;
You are a small model of a barren earth;
A crown of a peaceful steps..

Tue, 28 Dec 2004

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IF
Everu slide my shoes make on a polished floor; Sounds rhythmically like your voice; Asking" If I'll wait for you?; Though these dark tears of my eyes sees it untrue; With my soul, I too believe; My heart won't tell such a ridiculous lie; Knowing it is much shadowed with strong feelings for you; But....If.... The eyes of a groom can wait patiently; To see his long expected bride; And as a the hands of a mother wait courageously; To cuddle a new born baby; So would I wait peacefully; To hold and kiss you again as flowers in May; If you come back

Mfone Etina

Sat, 15 Jan 2005

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DEAR SOLDIER

As those beautiful scenery hung in Paris theatre;
So are your pictures lovely in frame;
In my eyes, they are just images;
Visible like the morning and night;
What about beauty in the heart?
Does it smile as your face?
That's where I want to belong;
In the beauty of your heart;
Its hard to believe your words, though soothing
buttered;
I reasoned the toast of it as a mother watches her
child playing with water;
My heart is often skeptical when you are on those
uniforms;
The helmet hid your handsomeness, giving you a stern
look;
Your voice sound like boots marching on parade ground;
Will you be thinking of me?
Or will i be like hot coffee drank on cold days alone;
I bet, if you'll ever send flowers or replace them with
guns;
Dear soldier, I'll not wondering;
If you can differentiate love and war.

Wed, 2 Feb 2005

REVENGE

In this very world;
I admired her from afar;
Only this night;
When our faces met;
The light on the candle flush;
Then, I saw the scars;
In my mind, I thought;
If the torn taste so sweet;
Why did it leave such a sour scar?
Deep in my voice, I burst;
We have a sense of difference;
But it was like a sound;
Deserted in the woods;
Till darkness swallowed it;
My face was pale remaining invisible to the eye;
Everything was a wound on a broken heart;
With a little inch of life..


_______________Sat, 5 Feb 2005 ___________

MFON ETINA 57 ITIAM STREET, UYO AKWA IBOM STATE, NIGERIA,234

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