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Funshio The Poet Poem
In love I was lost
I plunged headlong
Oblivious of the consequences
For she was fair to behold
E’en fairer than the lily of the garden
She took me by my hand
And together we strolled
We explored the new frontiers of love
My company she greatly adored
Until she couldn’t break free
From the spell of love
Cast on her by fate
Uhm! It’s amazing what love can do
Damning the consequences
I forged ahead with my newfound love
Paradise was unraveled before me
An adventure of some sort it seemed
“Give it a try,” I urged myself
Shutting my mind deliberately to the odds
For if she had known
Then she wouldn’t have allowed me
Entry into her life
But her actions defies all explanation
Void envelopes her being in my absence
What had suddenly come over her?
In so short a while
When she laughed, I laughed
When I cried, she cried as well
The blissful times we shared were dear
Held close to my heart like a testament
“Could anything be this cherished?” I thought
Life definitely seemed very good
She withdrew at certain times
Not because she was through with me, nay!
But she remembers her Man-the Man
“You cannot understand,” she tells me
“You cannot understand,” she affirms
I am another Man’s wife
Like a thief in the night
Her man came
The show he stole
For he had cut short his journey
Unannounced he strolled into the scene
After all he owned the show
He assumes his manly duties once again
Giving her love and succor as it were
He was the man, I was a villain
I was soon relegated to the rear
Despondency and dejection became my theme song
Jealousy I spat out like bile
No one would empathize my shattered heart
For I was warned before hand
Not to fall in love with
Another Man’s wife.
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“One man, one woman”
My father will sternly warn me
And severally, oh! Severally
Will he repeat in my hearings
Loudlier than ever saying
“Son will you take on too many woes”?
“Oh! My father” of what do you speak again
My tender heart skipping a hurdle
A firm handshake erupting
Between my pounding heart
And my twinging left eyeball
Cry out then I unto him
“Oh! My father it is, but very early at dawn
And with his eyes wide open
My father beholds the fruit of his loins
Who erstwhile had previously
Been wrapped in swaddling clothes,
A tiny little young creature
My father takes in a deep smiling breath
And another deep breath quick to follow
And calmly says
“Son, my son -do not take on more than you can chew!
Listen boy, listen to me!
Beautiful many a women come,
Poison and woes their abundance bring
But of one man, one woman!
What potent panacea more would you request
One man, one woman boy!
One man, one woman Son.
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Funshio The Poet Poem
It binds firmly
Leaving no room to ramble
Of an unsweet taste it is
Yet in naivety we hasten to taste of it
Until the flesh of our tender hearts
Are scarred by its unrelenting grip
The memories forever tattooed on our souls
But then it becomes too late
Wriggling out becomes an utmost impossibility
A thought of breaking through is arrant nonsense
So we writhe in pain
Waiting for soothe to come
Endless the pain may seem
But only after a while, yea! a while
It unbinds itself
And gradually it does
Leaving room for the bruised flesh to heal
The scars however are indelible
A reminiscent of the shackles of love.
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Despondency stares in the face
Dejection echoes all around
The quietness of the night comes in a tight embrace
Though silent in nature, still largely audible
The roaches mock loudly
Their bellies rocking with laughter
Like humans they converse
The mice converge, their adroitness they exhibit
Erstwhile silent walls blink many times
And with their hands they write
Loneliness announces its arrival
Playing its tune loudly in harmony with others
Fear, most often times, is its backup
Sleep, then silently creeps on board
Its arrival unannounced
The show it totally steals
Ah! Alas there is a companion in sleep
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A new day has arrived
The sky, ripe enough to bring forth its shine
Vegetations appearing greener than ever
Swaying happily in anticipation of the sun rise
The lingering dew of the cold night
They rhythmically shake off
Then the cock leaves its shelter
The hen exits her brooding house
With her chicks clustered around her
Eat we must, die we mustn’t
After all it’s the dawn of a new day
Partly in appreciation of the new dawn
The cock and family recite their daily prayers
Anticipating their morning ration
As they gather before the farmhouse door
Loudly they chant now for food
It’s the dawn of a new day
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Psalms are rendered
Recitals are made
Confessions are voiced out
And the tempo rises
Sweat oozes from the body
Ecstasy is evident, yet unexplainable
With reeling and rolling
Stooping and shouting
The forces of darkness are choked up
O yes! They are left with no choice
Intermittent periods of soberness
The ambience thickened with a taste of spirituality
More periods of soberness
The ambience is sterile
Requiem is observed, and
The grace is shared
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