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Simpa omoluabi Poems
From the trees, from the grooves, from the fountains the brides are compelled to a weaver's shed. Who are you with queer workings that detains ghosts, leaving chores, to observe you instead?
I will not restrain these moans, the yearnings of the night: masked as fiends certain shadows are here to balance in ableism... for they want these voices to suffer mute, stranded forever
Seated In Tiers
Seated in tiers, in decorum for the unknown, after a vigilant sacrifice.
The Timid Shepherd
While the fields are blessed by the dew and the stars rosary the firmament a Shepherd against the curfew attend an intimate moment.
Into your foveola gathers the evenfall; I eavesdrop on it, odd it appears for foreplay.
Tell the vendor that for every paper sold to strike out the unworthy headlines, give every pretty passing girl a bleeding heart for her hair; a heart boned with love is broken.
White dove silenced with a leaved olive stem, standing on a fissured headstone,
For The Maids Of Chibok
Nightmare in a chimeric splendour Of ember-hearted pigeons moving aloft to the sunset, While women, old and young, out of the grainfields, Bemoan the Seraph of Daybreak in the dunes of nightfall.
The Heart Of Liberty(beginning stanzas)
All things began with a virgin whored nothing began until Love was made. In the beginning Love was made,
If love is true, could it this be this unheedful happiness stirring in the bones,
On This Carpet
Two new moons are formed when a circle eclipse a circle. When two revolutions have a set
I The embodiment of beauty is unmasked in your face,
The progenitors are the past of the future, but coming and going the children come after them, and what comes after trails and what trails is behind.
The revenge of a rose is in the promise of beauty for the wrath of beauty is in the awareness of totality.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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From the trees, from the grooves, from the fountains
the brides are compelled to a weaver's shed.
Who are you with queer workings that detains
ghosts, leaving chores, to observe you instead?
That a deity find challenge in your eyes,
has contingencies: by feats are gods made.
What has a goddess to prove 'gainst a maid
that she appears disapparent in lies.
Official idols are prometphobic,
and have their stooges whom pry for the proud:
should the gifted be apologetic
that an areola aureate does becloud
her senses, his brain, that a fate tragic
in such a ...