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Okunola Iyanuoluwa Poem
Art has many faces:
A Many-faced god;
Hiding under the pile of faces,
Like an veil to be revealed.
Painting;
A son of art,
Known for holistic view of matters;
In our universal
Known of its depths,
Of conveying different blends;
of elements on a surface.
Able to evoke joy;
Or even pain!
Of those that come across
A piece-
Leonardo Da vinci;
A renown-
showed his prowess;
In renaissance style,
A view;
Of great potency,
A sight;
Of endless prospects.
Architecture;
A known daughter of art-
Had been
A close relative of time;
since the birth of man,
Seen as vessels
Capable;
Of great change
In the society,
Mediums;
To depict
Our ways of life-
Kept alive to shield
Names;
for a lifetime,
Shapes;
like colosseum of rome;
and Paris Effel tower,
Had indicted sights;
Over the centuries.
Music;
A descendant of art,
Had held its stance;
Alongside men
Known for its abilty to evoke
emotions;
From people,
And showing his
Grappling hands-
On souls,
Known for its;
Edges that straight,
The crooked path;
of life.
And nullify
Any defiance on the soul.
Literature;
another lad of art,
An offspring;
That a parent is proud ,
Writing;
A early sign
Of the adeptness of man.
A form of communication;
That speaks,
A divine voice.
Art;
Since its birth,
Had shaped the course
Of existence-
Prevailing against
The veils of life.
Copyright © Okunola iyanuoluwa | Year Posted 2024
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Okunola Iyanuoluwa Poem
The battlefield is filled with blood,
Washing the whole field like an ocean that will never end,
My comrades kill to defend themselves,
I kill to survive
My enemies watching my steps,
Seeking to end my life,
A treasure to be coveted,
My enemy, out of bullets,
Calling to his comrades to help him preserve his life,
His life at the tips of my fingers,
A young man of his generation ending lives for glory,
My nephew and he, the same age,
Different directions in life,
I can't bring myself to end a young man's life in cold blood,
What does that make me?
Copyright © Okunola iyanuoluwa | Year Posted 2024
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