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Kolade Seun Poems
There's a rendition I want to give; His attention I want to call. To me who was lost;
Who You Are
The choicest of words are called the excellent. The wealthiest of men are called the rich. As for me, I will throw away this garment of vanity.
A Trip To The Sea
Seeing that I see to be blinded by what I see Makes me not want to see. Hallucinating inside the sea; Makes me to see why I have to leave the sea.
Yes Love; No Love
If its love, words cannot express. If it is love, tears form the ink. If it's love like love, Lie rules like the sun in the day.
It seems am in love. In love with a strong powerless entity. It's name as given to her by her mother, is tree. I want to lay my beds beside these Trees.
I have been a son; since I was borne. I have called you father; cos you've made me matter.
A day with stamerers, makes you a wanderer. How you wish to tame! So cold the throat and lame.
Oh! What a cause to lament for; the pollard has been cut off, the strong Iroko is now sore. The polemics have been extra-ordinary in their new clone. Oh! See what exility has done!
His words lay there for us to hear; But as Flesh we are, the truth we cannot bear. Also as homo sapiens we are; we've reviewed our retrospect perspective of his words; Defilling His very words,
It looks like luck; but it's not. Call it grace; why not? Deep ocean, full of tantalized bouquet, prepared for thou; is it not? Fishes in the ocean, all make sway, to escape the teeth of the shark; but thou standeth still; but it's not.
Its weird only when its a cry Its mild and a norm to be without a fright; cataclysmic experiences bury forever plight; Unexpected predicaments to contend with all the remain might;
Who art thou, that speaketh: 'the beautiful one's are not yet born? Who'd ever know, such a soul exist? Your beauty, define lots of wealth! Your very kind, designed to mock the very existence of 'rote';
How concise can I be; Explicating these writings on my little dark board? I've tried decoding; Just too odd!
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''When we close our eyes to sleep.Defining our friendship
We sleep to open our eyes to a dream.
We wake up with a smile, knowing that we have seen a friend in our dream.''
''There Was a Country in which the Half of a Yellow Sun shone on The Famished Road...''Nigeria...
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There's a rendition I want to give;
His attention I want to call.
To me who was lost;
this Hot winter;
he came to save as a father.
In a wretched fold I slept;
looked down upon me, he wept.
His throne he has left;
to me who was lost; he's come to save without a cost.