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What's poem?
Poem is an art of expressing one deep feelings or noble thoughts in beautiful language. It can be expressed inform of allusion, epic, lyric, passion, pun, hatred and even, like echoes of life.
Poem is a spirit and spirit is the feelings of mind toward great things beyond the telescope of the naked eyes. It requires a creative mind and ability to interpret and actualise the thought of mind into its actual meaning. Poem can also be said to be philosophical that cover the ways of life and the rhythms of nature. It is the art of feelings that deals with seen and unseen forces. It talk to us like spirit and those who value its existence relate the message to us inform of music, poem, novel and drawing. And I love it!
This and more are what I use my extra time to do and I love doing it because it formed part of my birth. It makes me feel happy and equipped me for the task ahead. I married to it as an instinctive wife that supports me in time of sorrow and happiness. This has introduced me into the monocle of life that sees nothing wrong in life but human beings are dubious!
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I am a special formula
When God created me,
He used a special formula to mould me,
There’s nobody else with my cheerful smile,
My neat way of doing things,
And my happy ways of making people feel good.
God made me especially for my parents,
My family and humanity.
God made me wonderful,
And I am glad for who I am.
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Village girl
This is a city where you have never been
New life is full of strange things
Everything here looks hullabaloo
and distasteful to your likeness.
How long we them remained awful
Because exposure has denied you its mirth?
Will you like to go back to the village and become a rustic farmer?
Or to better stay and become an accountant, lawyer, doctor
Even a businesswoman.
Which one is your choice?
Life here needs courage and endurance.
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If your thinking is my thinking, I will aim to sit where you seated and spend years
gossiping like parrot on fruitless matters everyday. I will aim to goggle into infinity
by inventing lethal devices that can engrave everybody same day before the end of
their time. I will aim to invade nations and conquer those who oppose to satanic
doctrines. I will aim to bury mankind and create my own homo sapiens that can walk with
hands, eat with legs, talk with nose, and breathe with anuses.
I will aim to become majesty that ripe where I do not sow.
If your thinking is my thinking, I will desire to become person like Martins
Luther King, Obafemi Awolowo, Nelson Mandela, Wole Soyinka, Abraham Lincoln,
Gani Fawehimi, who devoted their lives and time to marry
struggle and discarded injustice in its shameless manner. I will desire
to add my fingerprints to the legacies of both the present
and the past whose works never died. I will desire to reproach wrongdoers with
contempt and uphold justice with love, strength and faith. I will desire to imprison
the loins, the tigers, the boas together with their folks to smell the past and
unchained the kind-hearted folks to breed freely in peace and live in harmony.
You may say who the hell is this?
Aha, aha aha! If I should tell you that I am Abiodun Adekoya, a young poet from lagoon city
of Lagos - Nigeria. What news will you tell people about me again? Anything you say or
gossip about me is what other people will say or gossip about you too. I want you to
know that I am like smooth-running water, quiet and steady to learn new things everyday.
I don't do things to satisfy you because I am
myself. But I have considerate intensity for what I do not to have ill effect on you so
that we can live together in harmony.
I can hate what you love and I can love what you hate. That's you and me! Whatever your
thinking is, treat mankind equally and do to others what others can do for you. I wish you peace, love and strength as you tell other people about me so that that
people can say you are the one who told me to them. Pax and love to the existence of our beings.
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Don't question me |
Does the dead man lives?
Ask your mother
or members of this family
maybe loam have never recorded his deep sleep. |
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Where did he sleep?
Is it in the family vault or like Unknown Soldier
whose children never known where he slept?
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What hill is as tall and flat as bed?
That's the answer to your questions
Don't let it erase from your brain
that the dead man goes to the vault
after then come judgement. |
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