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Stanley Oyibode Poems
Home coming is a thing of joy But this joy saddens my heart When Home becomes House And House turns Morgue
GarriAA the killer of hunger! The only friend that fight my battles, You give hope when there is none, You kill our hunger when we are hungry
The world is a mighty prison Where death is the gate way to freedom. You cry to announce your arrival But the world imprisons you.
In the shelter of your eyes, I found LOVE. In the sound of your voice, I found SECURITY.
Song Of Loneliness
Suddenly I became calm, Suddenly my mind flipped Through the pages of my past Even in the mid of my endless noise
If I Most Write
If I must write, I must deaf my EARS. If I must write, I must blind my EYES.
SONGS OF VICTORY
Battles of pen and racking of memory Were the weapon of this victory. I have made it, we have made it.
Comments about Stanley Oyibode
(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)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Home coming is a thing of joy
But this joy saddens my heart
When Home becomes House
And House turns Morgue
Who is there to celebrate me?
When silence House my Home
And celebration turns pile of funeral,
City turns Village,
My pen has kissed the largest book,
But nothing to show for it.
I fought all wars
Now I see a new war.
The cruelty in this world saddens my heart.
Now that the EYES can talk, the MOUTH can see,
Even the grave can lie,
Then who should I trust?