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Afolayan Oluwaseun Olanike Poem
......Africa my Africa.......
A land flowing with milk and honey
based on the Ancestral Savanna
A land of beauty and radiance
A land of strong warriors and built men
A land of strong men with forsight
A land where tobacco has its root deep into the loamy
Africa my Africa
Africa my Africa
A land filled with beautiful maidens
Maidens of honor and warmth
sweets is the smell of their palm
the rows in her hair defines her elegance
A land of well bred princess of motherhood
A land of sweet smell in its field
Africa my Africa
Africa my Africa
A land of patriotic citizens
A land of unending opportunites
A place filled with rythme and sound of music in the air
land where culture has its root
Africa my Africa
Oh how i long for my Africa
the joy that fills my heart when i move closer can not be describe
I long for my Africa,
I love my Africa
Africa gives me warmth and hope for a better day
Africa oh my Africa
Copyright © Afolayan Oluwaseun Olanike | Year Posted 2010
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Afolayan Oluwaseun Olanike Poem
Calabash from the petals...
Cannot withhold all the joy in her heart
A long way from home
Though all path fade away and travail becomes deeper
for an ordeal to conquer
Papa always away at the stable...
Mama's millstone is never quite in slumber
Beads dancing round the fire
Enjoying the breathe of a new palmwine
Feathers flyng in the wing of summer
Breeze blowing up the cover of imaginations
Pot too hot to hold erasing the memories of tale...
Propelling the courage to thrive
Faith to cross the breached bridge of emotion
Boundaries without sweat and blood
Nor a lifeless pod?
Ajoke is my name!
Copyright © Afolayan Oluwaseun Olanike | Year Posted 2010
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Afolayan Oluwaseun Olanike Poem
All too strangled
Tingling like the cathedral bell
Woven together like a twine thread
long like end will never come
All rough and dusty
The trip to the immortal
Thirst is an understatement
Fire emanating from within
Water prickling down in an array
A continuous array
Slowly and steady
The trip to the immortal
Flesh all worn out
Perfume you can not find
Heart too heavy to walk
Leading to the thought of height and above
The trip to the immortal
Hearts swings in the wave of melody
Melody a path to accomplishment
Gazing at the Olympic ark
Athens is mine, Sparta I own
The trip to the immortal
See you at the other end of the bridge
Copyright © Afolayan Oluwaseun Olanike | Year Posted 2010
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Afolayan Oluwaseun Olanike Poem
…it’s beauty penetrating my skull...
Waiting for the coast to clear
Jingling the cathedral bell
With redemption for my soul
Of a cause to rise
…Clarions withhold their shovels…
Fanning the thorns of the dust
To construct our long lost place of aboard
To sour to savor the ruin of its leather
And its honey jar
…Oh far till I can’t squint no more…
Till I can’t drift to the Nile time
Till I can’t foretell the desires
Till I can’t forecast the fortune
Till I can’t get enslaved in its warmth
A Ray of a rainbow night
Oh how all things fade.
Copyright © Afolayan Oluwaseun Olanike | Year Posted 2010
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Afolayan Oluwaseun Olanike Poem
…it’s beauty penetrating my skull...
Waiting for the coast to clear
Jingling the cathedral bell
With redemption for my soul
Of a cause to rise
…Clarions withhold their shovels…
Fanning the thorns of the dust
To construct our long lost place of aboard
To sour to savor the ruin of its leather
And its honey jar
…Oh far till I can’t squint no more…
Till I can’t drift to the Nile time
Till I can’t foretell the desires
Till I can’t forecast the fortune
Till I can’t get enslaved in its warmth
A Ray of a rainbow night
Oh how all things fade.
Copyright © Afolayan Oluwaseun Olanike | Year Posted 2010
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