Timothy Faboade
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WAR I
Like worn-out clothes their bodies char
Fires from the frightful suckling barrels
Give them the glorious, gracious garlands
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When Winter comes, witty Nature
Its beauties and glories evacuates
And for a while till March vacates
So, its fairness Winter won't puncture.
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Which has a more contentful bank
I once in my mind thought,
Each with its strength fought
Till both at night went blank.
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They shoulder all the world's woes,
They are the symbols of pains,
They reflect from their heads to toes,
Suffering and penury in plain.
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A Song of Hope
(composed when in despair)
You will still get through
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I did enjoy the warm waves
Of the torrent talking drums that
Coaxed the beaded waists
Rotated in all the cardinal points,
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Behold the besieged raffia falling,
The feeble walls bowing to winds
And their invaluable mural fading
Like wafts in the whistling wind,
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A drop in the sea I may be
A waft in the wind I may look
And dafter my wit to you looks
I have in me hope of a glee.
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Tiny is the thread
That links life and death
A second there is Life
A swift in Fate brings a knife
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They see their brothers' blood
In the street flowing like Noah flood
Cakes from the auto birds
Make their story analysts' mirth
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From inception we're friends
There in private living together
Thinking nothing'll put us asunder
Till I'm seen as a vile fiend
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Sonnet on Marriage
In the listless life of marriage
Which cunningly attracts many
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I sleep and the treasures fall
Out of vanity I search pleasure
And in this I lose my all
Without a plain measure.
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On many a watery tongue
From here through to there
It's an arousing, rhythmic song
Many ears see it as being fair.
...
It roars like irked, wily waves
On the flooded, bloody seas.
It like a snail coming out of cave
Walks with a great hot breeze.
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LIE:
On this land, in this world,
I remain an important part
Though I manifest in word,
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The stream of song in my throat
Barred from flowing like a sea
Dammed to forever in it float
Is howling and humming like bee.
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They are the flags of the streets,
They are the glories of the roads
Which every nights with dirty sheets
They flood with their heavy loads.
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I hear a morbid, horrid voice
Full of wings, feather and strength
Entering all including the groins
Moving from breath to length
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Timothy Faboade Biography
Timothy Faboade is a graduate at Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife. He has a bachelor degree in English language and education. He attended St. Luke's Anglican Primary School and St. Patrick's Anglican Grammar School, both in Gbongan for his primary and secondary education respectively. Faboade was born into the Sooko Ruling House, Gbongan where he spent his childhood days. He began his writing career while in the secondary school where he served as one of the senior prefects. He represented and won numerous prizes for his secondary school in different competitions. He gained admissions to Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife in 2012. He was a journalist on OAU campus working under the auspices of the Association of Campus Journalists (ACJ) . He also reported for the INFOCUS News Agency af Faculty of Education, OAU. Faboade heads the Editorial Board of the Gbongan Olufi Parrot (GOP) , a media organization that awarded him as the best writer of the year in 2018. In late 2017, Faboade was appointed as Acting General Secretary of the Gbongan Youth Emancipation Group (GYEG) . Considering his successes in the office, the indigenous association made him substantive General Secretary in 2018, a post he still holds. He has written several articles for the Nigerian Tribune, a daily newspaper and a number of blogs. Also, he is an experienced English and Literature teacher having taught in many secondary schools in Osun State, Nigeria.)
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War Sonnet
WAR I
Like worn-out clothes their bodies char
Fires from the frightful suckling barrels
Give them the glorious, gracious garlands
They are now the Lord heroes of the lands
Smiling at the far-fetched laurels in their graves
Though without brazen befitting burials;
Lucky are those left monstrously maimed.
They do not care about the longevity denials.
Some go sullenly without some solemn songs
Save the mourning and somber from tongues
Tongues of the troubled real victims of wars
Who surge in their grieves at their bloods’ flaws.
The error horror of gun-duel proudly never ceases
And its agonies freeze them like ill-fated fishes.
Faboade Timothy A.
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Things should not be judged based on people's opinions, but they should be by the things themselves.
Gambling and betting are a manifestation of human avarice for wealth.
The source of wealth determines its longevity.
Individual's life can be likened to a horse running on its own. The day it has another one running ahead of it and it attempts to either overtake or maintain the pace shoulder-to-shoulder with the second horse, it will be prone to accidents and dangers.
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