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ADEWUMI JOSHUA Poems
Many miles deep in the forest Where all is green, His voice is keen: The woodpecker
Just Believe Me
For all I write, For all I say For all I do, All I want from you is, just believe me.
My Darling Little Babe
My darling little babe, Those hours are still mine: When you cried In the curl of my arms.
Let Us Dance Apala
Beat the drum Let us dance Apala Taking fine steps In our beautiful calicos
Let me see the silver line Hiding face behind these ugly clouds, Costing me my sons to send In place of libations.
On This Cold Night
As darkness shrouds the day, As the moon pours down mists That wash my face pale. I clinged on to my jacket
What Is The Meaning of Life?
It takes a second to be born Minutes to grow Hours to mature And as the sun sailed down the sea
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.
Love, like an oil lamp When lighted and fueled Will burn till time expire
They came into this world Down the rope of volition; They all board a ship For their lifetime voyage.
The Last Day
A murderer lynching a thief; fornicators judging pornographers; leaving in the last days, silhouted from the truth.
Men Like Rain
Men like rain: born in the sky from the belly of mortal clouds, they fall with unknown fortunes
Crooks, Crooked Clan, and Crooked Town
A crooked hand beating a crooked drum... A crooked voice singing a crooked tune.
See us there
See us there, see us well, See us tightly holding hands. No one near, no one stare, In that our world, see us there.
Comments about ADEWUMI JOSHUA
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
Many miles deep in the forest
Where all is green,
His voice is keen:
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The echo keep coming.
Somewhere, the grasscutter could hear,
And he has no fear.
His fore- fathers had heard,
And they had not feared.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
And it shall be open unto thee
The woodworm heard,
And verily, it wrigglely flee.
We came and heard.
Verily, we were surprised!
We stood solidly in full silence
with all our attention
turned to the intellingence
in such wonderful ...