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Jubril Balogun Poems
Beneath the pavilion Cool air embracing Mind borne in valley Ears in cheer thrust
Important things of life.
Sometimes in our lifes', we come accross people from different works of life. People that ceate a sort of impact in our lifes'.They participate in our dailly basis activities. In the heart of friendship, we meet and learn new things about each other and perhaps share some moment together, whether we like it or not and since memory do not die quickly especially when there are
PLeasant words That brews a smile, Absolute rhymes that lits the eye.
Kind and adorable So much affection. She listens...so loveable Time dares no tension
A Graduate's Dilemma
In the depth of thoughts When the mind wickers Tiptoeing the skulking night... Worry oozing
I see beauty in the night Graceful is the sight As the moon floats Amidst oceans of stars
Am i puzzled...?
Do i care? ...Hate to think i do. Does my thought centers on you? ...Wish they dont.
Good Old Days
Gone were days of old When true beauties our eyes beheld When decency was so bold Immorality was a thing unfelt
Hugged in d whim of the night The heart lay in cold shiver Pacing the corridors of fate Would the mind seldom fly
Out... In the middle of nowhere Where leaves are green Tress stand so tall
Gone So Long....
Sometimes when i sit And thoughts go deep Mostly liken to sleep Thin line between reality and dreams
In my quiet moments I sit and wonder I think to myself The purpose for this venture
I feel lost With no hope of being found. My head aches, Its more like being drowned.
Sound Of A Whisper!
Here and there right and left Sounds of cheer filled the air
Comments about Jubril Balogun
(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)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Beneath the pavilion
Cool air embracing
Mind borne in valley
Ears in cheer thrust
Eyes embrace melodious scenery
Milky waves of emotion high
Flood the streets in luminous bliss
The YAM festival is well nigh
A celebration of fulfilled season
Hence the dance and song incessant
The night hereby deemed unpleasant
For likes of grandma curled in disgust
Her sleep had well met riddance
Even her wails in futile sunk
Her's was a time in yore ages
Tales of their ways bids our awe
Stories even time dare not wane
Whence farmers, to the gods