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Best Poems Written by Olaitan Abiodun

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My Mother

! o my mother why thou you death, take away my bassoon,
which is full of mother milk.
what thy eat, that is worth dan my mother.life is a something that end, up without nothing
in it: difference type of nature came through the gate of earth and go home with nothing,
every day I slept in a real imagination dream of my mother, and when my mother we return, from
a narrow way that has no end.
'I can hear the river, clapping his hand like a cow that it noise grow every day, and tell lies.
come again you name thy start with M, and end, up with R, chear with me you people of earth, thou
sweetest, sorrow of my fortune.

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Year of Remembrance

21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.

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My Mother

! o my mother why thou you death, take away my bassoon,
which is full of mother milk.
what thy eat, that is worth dan my mother.life is a something that end, up without nothing
in it: difference type of nature came through the gate of earth and go home with nothing,
every day I slept in a real imagination dream of my mother, and when my mother we return, from
a narrow way that has no end.
'I can hear the river, clapping his hand like a cow that it noise grow every day, and tell lies.
come again you name thy start with M, and end, up with R, chear with me you people of earth, thou
sweetest, sorrow of my fortune.

Details | Olaitan Abiodun Poem

Year of Remembrance

21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.

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My Mother

! o my mother why thou you death, take away my bassoon,
which is full of mother milk.
what thy eat, that is worth dan my mother.life is a something that end, up without nothing
in it: difference type of nature came through the gate of earth and go home with nothing,
every day I slept in a real imagination dream of my mother, and when my mother we return, from
a narrow way that has no end.
'I can hear the river, clapping his hand like a cow that it noise grow every day, and tell lies.
come again you name thy start with M, and end, up with R, chear with me you people of earth, thou
sweetest, sorrow of my fortune.

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Love Fell Apart On the Same Continent

'the sun has ascendant between us,
between two pinched,
that bow to each other;
love with the sun ascendant,
has red on our orgasmic ally
stem;
we are now like a shadow, thy
set, in the same continent;
but kiss the air husbandry.