Poetry Oasis is simply divine knowing that my poetry written words were inspired by Almighty Jehovah God himself, God is here just like he was with his chosen Israelite, Who is greater than Jehovah God, God is abundance he hears your cries, out of the rock in the desert gush out streams of water, an Oasis of fresh water for all to drink this was the mighty hands of Jehovah God at work, Poetry Oasis is also words given to me by the Lord almighty so I dare not take credit for the books that I have written thus far, No Sir, I dare not temp the Lord of Host who has guided me to this juncture of my reality. You will be inspired after reading my thirteen love poems in book six, true or false you make the call. The revelation of the poet Kenvil Atkins Lewis Kenvil Atkins Lewis Kenvil’s Book six – GLORY BEE unlike   no   other   the   words   of   Kenvil Atkins   Lewis poet   and   author,   a   collection   of   his   observation into    human    nature    and    the    action    result    set forth    causing    a    daily    chain    reaction.    There    is nothing   like   an   amateur   poet,   says   Kenvil   Atkins Lewis,   poems   are   made   of   simple   words   linked together   to   amuse,   to   encourage,   to   enlighten, to   embrace,   and   to   provoke   one’s   intellectual t houghts.   Book   six   is   called   strength   &   vigilance raw   energy   poems   (ECHO   ),   that   is   because   it took   me   a   long   time   to   finish   my   manuscript well   into   the   night   to   finish   this   book   If   you   are
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TIMELESS POEMS VOLUME III - THE MAKING OF A POET

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POEM - FROST ON MY DOORSTEP Fare well my native shore never wanting to step foot no more Don’t ask me why or what for I am ten feet deep in snow and don’t have anywhere else to go pity it is Best when you walk slow Talking about depression I won't give you that impression for me it is just an elision