Joshua Adewumi

Many miles deep in the forest
Where all is green,
His voice is keen:
The woodpecker
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For all I write,
For all I say
For all I do,
All I want from you is, just believe me.
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Every morning when I wake,
I will stand and smile at my mirror.
I will slide the curtain
To press my face on the window pane.
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There where I live
There is much to see
Not just to sigh
But to gaze and learn.
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Sometimes man rises to be greater than man
And man is forced to draw joy from abject sorrow.
Beckoning the pain of rejection,
He stoops to lowliness
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O Jehovah,
I have a penchant for thy will.
Even though pleasure surrounds me
and my body pushes me to sin,
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Man continues to wield power
Over people
At their own peril.
Since paradise lost,
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Sometimes when I look
into a mirror,
I am the most handsome man
in the world.
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Like love
Lust comes in the same shadow
With a spirit of obsession
With heart full of passion
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I should be throwing words
not a succession of seductive glances.
I wish to hold the sky
But gravity won't let me.
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The sky stretches in its color
It kisses the sea far away
And made it deep blue
Even down to the corals.
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See us there, see us well,
See us tightly holding hands.
No one near, no one stare,
In that our world, see us there.
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A crooked hand
beating a crooked drum...
A crooked voice
singing a crooked tune.
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Men like rain:
born in the sky
from the belly of mortal clouds,
they fall with unknown fortunes
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They came into this world
Down the rope of volition;
They all board a ship
For their lifetime voyage.
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Love, like an oil lamp
When lighted and fueled
Will burn till time expire
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I have it clamped to my thigh:
A sword in its sheath.
I will draw it when it is time
And wield it against thine.
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It takes a second to be born
Minutes to grow
Hours to mature
And as the sun sailed down the sea
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As darkness shrouds the day,
As the moon pours down mists
That wash my face pale.
I clinged on to my jacket
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Let me see the silver line
Hiding face behind these ugly clouds,
Costing me my sons to send
In place of libations.
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