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Abdulhafeez Oyewole Poems
Like Gold Dust
Pile up treasures; rise and fall. And want the lake and not the land fall, Hold the bizarre beast, I wish wife. My life is abandoned to the Life.
Journalist On His Source
Loyalty is the parlance journalist undergoes Brevity is the wit of his confessors Giant standing on the truth is his call Brilliant role is the course he is groomed to play
The song that wakes my heart today, Was song that blew my mind away. Long before now I must say, That’s song; I’ve long for days.
Flawless you? Then you must be the zeal God That bequeaths fourteen: saves seven above And seven below for plow by world’s lords. Lots God drops, and keeps loads up for world’s love;
Byword (I) Tittle tattle tales rattle.
So soon after supper, you’ve forgotten Those ones you called your alter egos. Said adieu and you did not stay o! So soon you forgot those ones?
Once Upon a Time II
In a separate realm Where cloud rains Where dreams Are dream
Once Upon a Time
In the faraway cloud Where listening lies, Where river smiles, When words speak
Spin of Time
The season is here On this typical Maiden morn Of week days It’s by this hour
Let give thanks to a beloved wisdom The sea in the seeds in our gardens ~~~~~~~~~ Let embrace words from the brains. ~~~~~~~~~ The law that officiates his piece is falling
Let me at first sight split in your eyes To see the look you will wear on your face. Let me seize foods and fruits from your gullet For three morning and night
So Be It
Beauty! Though black, but not black in the heart And wide like a noon sun, her name shall grow Like a pretty wind, her name shall roll While like an ocean, her name shall flow
It's a ripe hour under shield And tranquil carefree splendid of the day Quoting the splendour combination of beauty It's the time on the lovers on board.
Actual Evaluation Time
Diamond worth of gold Appraisal perhaps I should praise If forsaken, then who am I in this den? I ask if there will be a murmur.
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Like Gold Dust
Pile up treasures; rise and fall.
And want the lake and not the land fall,
Hold the bizarre beast, I wish wife.
My life is abandoned to the Life.
Behold an ideal idol of a wife:
The down fall will soon be late,
Whilst the crescent lake will wait;
This day will emerge another life.
Now bread and butter set on the table,
But miss the compassionate ring of able,
And call for the lonely wandering widower,
This moment can't afford losing her.
Should I accept the defeat of livelihood,
And immortalize the spirit of widowhood?
My life ...