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      <title>M a n d i b a</title>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 10:30:54 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Chidi Anthony Opara</dc:creator>
      <link>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/worldpoetssociety/message/38</link>
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      <description>Mandiba&#39;s humility haunts Haughty hooligans Huddled inside hideous Houses of mal-governance. As Mandiba celebrate Nine decades of struggles, Strident grateful</description>
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      <title>BLOOD OF NIGER  DELTA (A POEM)</title>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 12:46:38 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Chidi Anthony Opara</dc:creator>
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      <description>My eyes behold From this hilltop, Wasteland of Nigeria, Niger delta, Home of fish hunters. I behold From this podium, Pipelines carrying petroleum, Sometimes</description>
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      <title>FOURTH ESTATE OF THE REALM</title>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 12:07:36 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Chidi Anthony Opara</dc:creator>
      <link>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/worldpoetssociety/message/35</link>
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      <description>Why do you cause pains? With reckless pens, With incubated fabrications Of fertile imaginations, Like incubus, Suppressing virtuous esteems. You are endowed</description>
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      <title>CONVERSATION  WITH  CHRISTOPHER  OKIGBO</title>
      <pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 10:52:09 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>chidi.opara</dc:creator>
      <link>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/worldpoetssociety/message/34</link>
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      <description>Why did you leave me In this desert With labyrinths of footpaths, Without a guardian? Dee Christopher, Town crier, Why did you leave me On the paths of</description>
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      <title>HUMANITY IS ONE</title>
      <pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 10:23:45 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>CHIDI ANTHONY OPARA</dc:creator>
      <link>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/worldpoetssociety/message/33</link>
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      <description>Why do they divide Citizens into categories? Categories of first gentlemen, First ladies, First sons And first daughters. Why do they divide Nations into</description>
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      <title>BREAKFAST AT FIVE AM?</title>
      <pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 10:20:30 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>CHIDI ANTHONY OPARA</dc:creator>
      <link>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/worldpoetssociety/message/32</link>
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      <description>Who are these Little angels warring On my bedside? Pleasantly disturbing My early morning sleep. It&#39;s me daddy Nneka&#39;s voice broke in In into my eardrum, </description>
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      <title>Poetry by Dimitris P. Kraniotis: &quot;Ideals&quot;</title>
      <pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 15:50:23 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Dimitris P. Kraniotis</dc:creator>
      <link>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/worldpoetssociety/message/31</link>
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      <description>Ideals Snow-covered mountains, ancient monuments, a north wind that nods to us, a thought that flows, images imbued with hymns of history, words on signs with</description>
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      <title>LET ME SALUTE MY MOTHER</title>
      <pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 12:27:31 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>CHIDI ANTHONY OPARA</dc:creator>
      <link>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/worldpoetssociety/message/30</link>
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      <description>Let me lay my head On this belly Now flabby, Belly that bore the sack, Sack that once bore me For first nine months. Let me gaze Into these eyeballs Now</description>
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      <title>CHINYERE AGNES OPARA</title>
      <pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 12:20:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>CHIDI ANTHONY OPARA</dc:creator>
      <link>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/worldpoetssociety/message/29</link>
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      <description>Beaming with smiles, Beautiful smiles, Gap-toothed smiles, She moves about Setting the table With big bowls Brimming with foods. With big bottles Brimming with</description>
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      <title>DO THEY KNOW ITS CELEBRATION TIME?</title>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 12:38:51 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>CHIDI ANTHONY OPARA</dc:creator>
      <link>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/worldpoetssociety/message/28</link>
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      <description>Do they know Its christmas? All innocent folks In jail awaiting trial, Denied justice and dignity, Denied rights and priviledges. Do they know Its new year? </description>
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      <title>PERFIDY OF PERVERTS</title>
      <pubDate>Sat, 24 Nov 2007 10:52:07 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>CHIDI ANTHONY OPARA</dc:creator>
      <link>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/worldpoetssociety/message/27</link>
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      <description>I see now perverts munching putrid porridge on the podium. I see now unpleasant personages preparing to pounce on peoples&#39; patrimony. I see now war mongers </description>
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      <title>TRIBUTE TO TONY</title>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 11:03:56 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>CHIDI ANTHONY OPARA</dc:creator>
      <link>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/worldpoetssociety/message/26</link>
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      <description>Thick black clouds on that day covered Umude Avuvu, home of herbs, land of shrubs, where lush green forests abound. Tony Nwawuike Ekechi, my brother, my</description>
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      <title>Poetry by Dimitris P. Kraniotis: One-Word Garments</title>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 10:43:02 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Dimitris P. Kraniotis</dc:creator>
      <link>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/worldpoetssociety/message/25</link>
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      <description>One-World Garments Waves of circumflexes, storms of adverbs, windmills of verbs, shells of signs of ellipsis, on the island of poems of soul, of mind, of</description>
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      <title>RAPE OF RINDA2</title>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 10:23:30 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>CHIDI ANTHONY OPARA</dc:creator>
      <link>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/worldpoetssociety/message/24</link>
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      <description>......And so her children, sober and subdued searched in vain for men of medicine to mend, Rinda&#39;s once beautiful body, flogged with turgid tentacles of rabid</description>
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      <title>poetry</title>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 16:32:43 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>adroitserv</dc:creator>
      <link>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/worldpoetssociety/message/23</link>
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      <description>MOTIONS I felt sanded, as motion and light fused Walls breathing in ancient patterns No difference between eyes open or closed Waves of energy feel through me </description>
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