The poet popularly known as Wale began this eventful journey as a poet at the age of 18 and ever since, he has progressed from being just an anonymous writer giving to fun personal pleasure to one that writes powerful lines and verses with his audience in mind...My inspiration is God and He moves me from time to time, to write about what goes on in man as it pertains to the physical, emotional and... more »
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Olawale Ogunrinola Poems
OUR JOURNEY TO CRIME
He’s just a child with fragile eyes His tender heart like that of an angel 'It is time for Bible Studies Please, Dad, let's not be late! ' He said
Spiral of silence
Like swarm of bees they gather together; They connived together and acted in unison. Who could have thought such a mob will find a voice- All were shouting and screaming "the earth is flat";
The time for game will come for sure Time for pleasure with friends and family Days will come to crack jokes and jist But today is surely not one of those days
My God is a policeman
I know why all men like to commit crime. Right from cradle till we enter our grave, We have all been reprogrammed to break God's heart. It is an hobby the young like so much;
WRECKAGE OF YESTERDAY
In the days when integrity and diligence Is all that matters in man's world When honesty and prudency means all to all For one that is bankrupt of character and virtue
The mystery and the misery of a phoenix
We saw a beautiful bird flew from a stream; Just a moment ago she was drenched in ashes, Because she was formed from ashes and wind- Ashes that resulted from the sacrifice of her parent.
By the time I finish the last line You will realize how foolish I've been Being a victim of infatuation
An heinous treachery devised by man The mischievous generation immoral machine Fabricated by the first settler in ignorance and greed A machine that has reinvented itself at an alarming rate
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OUR JOURNEY TO CRIME
He’s just a child with fragile eyes
His tender heart like that of an angel
'It is time for Bible Studies
Please, Dad, let's not be late! ' He said
'Oh no, ' said Daddy, 'Maybe not today.
I’ve had a very busy day;
And I deserve at least a day of rest,
I am going to the balcony.
For there I can relax and rest,
So come along, and stop bothering me,
We will go to church some other day.'
Months and years have passed away
But Daddy’s boy is pleading no more
Those childhood days are long forgotten.
Daddy's now very near his grave,
And life is ...