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I WAS YOUNG
Sonnet28: I WAS LITTLE
Small was I, and also indulged, I was
Given as many sweets as I could gulp;
Although, I had to grow through peace and wars
born with no silver spoon; rather a cup
See, young me was shown an unblemished love
My good folks will protect me from danger
They sought to keep my innocence enough
To save me the scars of the wild ranger
albeit, i thrust my hand in the lamp
They…
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HOPE (I) Hope, a fools wish or a faithful’s assurance? Hope for the next meal Or hope for better things to come…
The Silhouette in my Dreams
#Sonnet25: Fantasy
Once was I lost, a king fiddling his crown
Roaming alone, the expanse of my heart
Day dreaming of the dame behind my hearth
All I see is her silhouette, I frown
Wish I could stand and then hold her shoulders
Turn her around so I could see her face
But then its still a dream, so my heart race
Then you stepped into the light, arms folded
I want to lose myself, head, heels and all
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THE POUNDING (Man, Mortar and Pestle)
who pounds and not get pounded too?
Sinews a-creaking as steady, the heartbeat thrums
The weight of the wooden pestle breaking the yam
Which is keeping up with which as the mortar drums?
None could say as onward pounds the battering ram
Bones a-jarring, wood and man in ‘mortar’ combat
Teeth gritting at the promise of thick paste to come
Rhythm changing as pestle launches a comeback
Even if man wins; to wooden sleep, he must slump
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ECHOES OF LIFE
Tell me about life and I will tell its sounds The activity and work it puts to living Knowingly or not, nowhere else will it be found For all who hear it, live and doth rejoice therein
The flapping sound of the raging fire while cooking A cursory look at the inferno in the sky The thought of plants need for the sun for their growing Top of the foodchain is enough to make man high
Tell of the…
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WORLDS APART (The white girl and the Black slave)
WORLDS APART (The white girl and the Black slave)
When Cupid becomes curious as to what happens What unfolds when two immiscible races near Not just comes close for first time, but fall deep in love Now, that’s a story worth hearing the end of, no?
#Duodacy14: Cupid’s Arrow Love hot but one unsanctioned; that is what this is When the white girl and the former black slave love up Over the ego of white dad sprawled in riches Or the hatred of black…
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THE WILL
Let me tell you of THE WILL The will was not the last wishes of a dying man Nor a contract between two opposite sexes The Will is the heartbeat of The Father for humans That man may Love his neighbour as himself
Man failed; from the time of Noah, even Adam Even to the now, from the time of Abraham As witnessed by societies come to great harm Violence in the streets as men are brought to arms In…
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PROTECTOR'S CURSE
PROTECTOR’S CURSE
The night was pregnant with a stark fear
The dread silence in the jungle, loud
The animals tense up with lost cheer
As the trees dance with their leafy shroud
Tonight is no howl from the tangy wolves
No chirp of insects at the stalking doom
They all have learnt the rhythm of the hooves
Which stops afar off as the dangers loom
The silence is broken by soft rustles
The passing of the poachers…
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EVERYDAY INDISCIPLINE II
Queues are mind-bogglingly boring, that’s a give Plus, people are impatient, understandably But then, they cheat, dropping all facades of principles Caring not on whose foot they trod
Is it indiscipline that makes them cheat? They blame it on time, maybe they are right Or maybe not, mayhap it’s become innate Forgetting the needs of others as they propagate theirs
#Duodacy11:The Imperial…
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THE SINGLE-EDGED SHAFT IV (The Truth)
A couple of friends argued on what reality is Being lesser than what they call ‘perceptions’ But what is reality, but that which can be perceived? What can be smelled, seen, tasted, touched and heard?
Perception on the other hand is subject to the person Two people cannot see the exact same thing If there sight lies and yet stay in the imagination ‘Till their mind can create the object, it stays…
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EVERYDAY INDISCIPLINE
Know this; Discipline is as discipline does A will to be staunch in the face of events A resolution that stands the test of time A good principle that no pressure would bend
That men may make rational choices To rein in their selfish urges For when the food tastes too wonderful It is the tongue that suffer the bites
#duodacy8: The ‘African Time’
Tick tock, tick tock; on it moves without pause Droo…
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I CAN'T RECOVER
I CAN’T RECOVER
Verse 1 I was sinking deep in despair No hope for a fine day A better tomorrow Many times I had wondered why I couldn’t be what I wanna be Then a ray of light Shone in the darkness In my heart yeah, I found him I found God…
Chorus (by lead singer) Immeasurable height Unfathomable beauty Exceeding might Ever redeeming Grace Lord you bring me to tears with your love My cup overflows with your joy
V…
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DRY TEARS OF MOTHER EARTH
The tears are much, the pains real She stares in space, hoping for change Help seems far, even from the hills Man wields his tools, he makes Earth cringe
#duodacy4: The heat is killing
Mother earth cries, the rains has been long in coming Though her tears don’t come in rivulets anymore (The sun dries them up as he laughs at her mourning) She’s worried sick for her seeds losing their glamour
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THE UNHEEDED LOVE
For the frustrated serious suitor The pain of rejection proves hard to bear ‘Cause when he commits, he’s blind to all else No other pair of legs can sway his vision
#duodacy1: The Choice and the Elimimates
He had always known what he wanted in his girl All the physical endowments and/or fixtures Yet, so many ladies he knows fit; a hard haul Faced with choices, he eliminates at leisure “I…
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A NEW POETRY FORM: DUODACY
A NEW POETRY FORM: DUODACY
This is for all lovers of poetry. This is a poetry form arranged and policed by OLAYINKA Olakunle Daniel. The word Duodacy is derived from two Latin words: duodecim and acies Duodecim means twelve; acies means array, debate, battle arrangement etc. Acies is also linked with ordo which means order, array, rank, sequence etc
The Duodacy is a poem of twelve lines divided into three quatrains (four…
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