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Best Poems Written by Akolade Adewunmi

Below are the all-time best Akolade Adewunmi poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Free Love

A foxy fugitive
Took a French leave in France
Running away from a freezing point
Later, she found her fresh face in the foyer of a freeman freudman
And her fragrance in his free love
After many a fully full moon 
Wherein French kisses had went on with many French letters.....
Five months later, she was found with child.

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Under His Tutelage

When thou carries the world, the totality of all sorrows
And when you bemoan thy fall that makes you hide thy face within the native hurt- a shadow of death .

Taste ! Feel and See! Shout it out in a loud voice
The door of thy comforter opens  for victory
To feeding your hungry soul and freedom to those that are car caned in chain of thick darkness

Here comes the spirit: of truth, of light and of hope   
Walk in the spirit and thou shall acquire its fruits
A fruitless tree shall be brought down while a fruitful one to the vine
Hanging on its branches, the fruit shall tells 
If thy branch be good or bad
 The spirit comes to His own
By the way of the sea, the home of gentiles
Telling us some things we need to do.
He brought us LOVE from the springing sod. JOY and KINDNESS unto the gentle soul GIFTS
And He utters “PEACE UPON THE EARTH”

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The New Vision

Hurray! Presage of all round triumph
And victorious celebration unto the city
Of  a united vanquisher and cooperate partisans.
For they won by strength , strength of all,
Neglecting the identification of various  semblance  and cannibalizing  the spirited  camaraderie.
By their united strength , forever they shall  won.


Lend me your ears : olu – chukwu- allah generation 
Which nations want progress and stability.
Hoping for an economic buoyancy .
A lone exit: of a trammelled  growth , a shadow view.
A glorious hope triggered by peace – only in Christ Jesus
The burning flame of secular hope : a flashing star in the night that shields the vantage.

What can you see from the beauty of nature “ Jerusalem artichoke”  is without beauty in the absence of its root 
Flavour of salts is in the soup. So the glorious hope of a nation lies in the in the faith of the godly 
Neither in the military nor economic strength  
To  the pace given to our fore fathers in the dream.

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Haggling In An Empty Market

Now the sun goes down to rest from its daily shining
How then have you come to an early grave 
Passing in a boisterous way from the lip of dawn
Rambling around the God swollen foot .
Wailing, crying and gnashing of teeth  prevent not the grave  from receiving its dusty guest.
At the shore of  Victoria beach, 
Here we were, hanging our lyre, pipe, and drums
Shedding tears at the shrouded view of a sandy host
The sea also arose in a sad mood.
Span my days! Full of sadness  from its genesis
Mother weep, relatives shed tears, whether that of crocodile – now i know
May be they all want to make an alien a nationale
The dead cry for the dead’
Only time will tell, when the beauty will sleep in abode of unconditional comfort.

Now! I can hear, the song of a songbird
Singing sweetly and softly,
Oh little bird! You are not sad like us
I am neither sad nor  lonely
But singing of the last embrace , when the saint are matching on
I am neither sad nor lonely
Rejoicing with the wise travellers that are free of debt the given the account of their individual marketing journey

Cry for Joy! Says oh nightingale 
For it is better to respond to the call  while  the dew is still wet on the grass
With a great welcoming party.
Than to be covered with burning shame at the end of a million lengthen years 
In the city of temporal shelter.
Haggling in an empty market, so long , with an empty purchase  where time and effort were spent  in a flashing memory
Vanity upon vanity

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Endless End

ENDLESS END 
 (i)
Beside the running water
Falling down the hill
I met a young man , handsome and good looking
Yet, frazzled and bored 
Sitting all day long 
Beside  the running water

Young man, why are you
Sitting all day long
Frazzled and bored
Beside the running water
You cannot know and hope you will not be bothered
( in a voice sounding like a moving train: unrest and unbalance)

Many rivers i have crossed
Many mountain i have levelled
Many wide animals i had met
Inside many of the thick forests
As i cross, crossing many borders
Keeping my eyes firmly in a vision
Like a hunter that is hunting for God

(ii)
Many moons i have counted
With sun  rising and falling
Day by day, i lingered in the melt of its heat
Searching for the most beautiful in the world
That i may stay with for better and for the worse

I have crossed many rivers
Seeing beauties and beauties of feminine attractions
Still, like a grave, i cried, crying for more
Until i see the lord of all beauty
The beautiful that beautify the beauties 
(iii)
Young man, what made thee
Thy little sense carved in a big box 
Searching and pondering over and over
A never ending finding : the beautiful of the world
The earth, oceans, rivers and the desert all inclusive

Beauty lies in the choice
He who found choice has found the beautiful
 For choice makes a woman beautiful in the eyes of man

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Sounding Samba

Hunger accelerated my rest in the showering night
Then i dreamt, in my dream i dream i heard a call
In a cool voice telling me to go
Go because you are a king

The dawn chorus woke me up  into another beautiful morning glow
My head is swinging pendulously and my legs are willing to go

So i went, faraway i went, 
Crossing three rivers, three lakes, three desert, three wild forest.
In my final destination, i met three elders at the meeting of tripartite junctions
“Young man where are you heading to” –they asked 
I am heading to my destination, cos i am a king and i am in search of a well suited destination for my royal reign – i replied the elders
The i saw in their eyes a sorry feeling for a poor boy and they uttered :
Eyes with all its visual acuity cannot see before the head tells the leg to go
Hands far away from head give it its direction

Hmnn , the destination belongs to the hand
A hand that will rule all hands will work beyond its length 
Such will become an old hand
An old hand is a king among all other hands  
That will surely gives a crown of honour to the head  through her spirited effort
Legs may just be willing to go, even prepare to run fasted 
But if hand be idle
The head is far from being loyal to its royal.

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Flower, In a Pot

FLOWER IN THE POT

Young girls,
When God made thee
He made thee with the richest soil of the earth
Where the remnant were found in the Eden 
He now planted a glorious flower in a flower pot
To dame you when all man shall stand up for you
When the world shall dance at the party
In the celebration of your regeneration.

When you are fast asleep in thy teens
Thieves came  in the form of date
And uprooted the flower out of thy ignorance 
 
 Now thy husband is asking 
Where have all the flowers gone
When God shall ask for thy account
How the dame got missing 

I searched along the corners of dating 
And researched the hooks and crannies of the street of love
Where i came late to ask in a date
About the flowers planted in the dawn of thy form
When your cry brings excitation and shouts of joy

Flowers are no more, honours are dented
The beautiful ones were all gone
In the way of unaccountable dates
Remember! Matrimony held deep respect
When flowers in the pot is exchange with 
A rings of holy matrimony.

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Midnight Act

MIDNIGHT ACT
 Like a baby, she screams
Screaming like a radiant rat
Oh my god! Ohs!  To the power of the one
That held her down, the gentle voice in the act of vigour
A voiceless cry singing : no woman no cry

When she saw her mate 
She  feels better to have, the heat that
Warms in a cool night 
She hug, kiss, and caressed 
Offloading herself to the nakedness of the mignight 

When she enters the bed to meet 
The high moving feelings in a hot dig
She voiced, softly in a action packed acts

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Lament For Larinde

Another golden star had fell
Turn down your bright light 
And let the candle flame burns slowly
While we honour the hero shrouded in his passing bell
Great larinde is no more, died in a violent struggle with death
And his award winning whole swims in a pool of  emotional blood

The golden jewel is stolen by death
In a line we fails to hold, only to be imagined : had he still alive, he would have done like this.
Doctor Larinde has treated us this way. Like a selfish, he went all in all with his undaunted and vast talents.
Had we  knew, we would have cried more than Elisha “our father! The chariot  of  Nigeria”
It seems that his magnificent talents can threatened the agents of death 
While we believed his eloquences can cause death to shiver
Yet, the great warrior loses the battle like an amateur
While the his philosophical stands has not conquer death through researches
Even if the ground is painted by mourning  and the whole world fails to contain the multitude of our words; the truth stands still : Larinde is gone, into a journey of no return.
O d’arinako, a d’oju ala, o di beni jo ni a  b’eniyan n joyan
We love you but God loves you more.

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Lament For Larinde

LAMENT FOR LARINDE

Another golden star had fell
Turn down your bright light 
And let the candle flame burns slowly
While we honor the hero shrouded in his passing bell
Great larinde is no more, died in a violent struggle with death
And his award winning whole swims in a pool of  emotional blood

The golden jewel is stolen by death
In a line we fails to hold, only to be imagined : had he still alive, he would have done like this.
Doctor Larinde has treated us this way. Like a selfish, he went all in all with his undaunted and vast talents.
Had we  knew, we would have cried more than Elisha “our father! The chariot  of  Nigeria”
It seems that his magnificent talents can threatened the agents of death 
While we believed his eloquence's can cause death to shiver
Yet, the great warrior loses the battle like an amateur
While the his philosophical stands has not conquer death through researches
Even if the ground is painted by mourning  and the whole world fails to contain the multitude of our words; the truth stands still : Larinde is gone, into a journey of no return.
O d’arinako, a d’oju ala, o di beni jo ni a  b’eniyan n joyan
We love you but God loves you more.