Who is Emmanuel Boniface Bona Peter

Emmanuel Boniface Bona Peter is an inspirational and a motivational speaker, author and poet, he is also a coach and expirenced consultant for success and prosperity based in Juba South Sudan....
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Emmanuel Boniface Bona Peter Poems

  • Respect
    I was three by then, too younger.
    We used to take birth, with my father.
    My chuchu was very smaller.
    I wonderd my father's look stranger. ...
  • Focus
    Is a sparkle that starts with in the mind.
    When one is in the decisional line.
    To follow it with distinct care.
    Even through hell one will still bare. ...
  • Life (1)
    Life is a journey with definite begining.
    A journey of indefinite end.
    We know how and when it started.
    But we don't know how and when it will, end. ...
  • A Tale Of A Mother.
    Come, let me tell you a tale of a mother.
    Who climbed trees of pains, so further.
    Who passed through several hard times.
    Before her lifestyle grew right rehymes. ...
  • How Long Is Forever.
    When will your love expire..?
    When will it run dry..
    Will you love me against all odds..
    Or you leave me when the going gets tough? ...
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Gordon: Love your short poems
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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: Part 071
 by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sleep, kinsman thou to death and trance
And madness, thou hast forged at last
A night-long Present of the Past
In which we went thro' summer France.

Hadst thou such credit with the soul?
Then bring an opiate trebly strong,
Drug down the blindfold sense of wrong

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