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Seun Ogedengbe Poem
Serving my Nation I dreamed
But to wake and dread
Making a precis of the data.
Imaging the drops
Cascading my drums
Which eyelashes could not dam.
Was it not my desire
That I be decked
In the coveted dress?
Oh the monster's drill
That kept me drenched
And oft kept me dry
But patently in few days'
I shall hear the thrum of drum
And in the end find the City a droll.
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Flaunt not your flavour
Filial fellow.
Flay not your friend
Fuming figure.
Follow not the foe
Faithful flock.
Foil friendly fires
Formidable fighter.
Frolic not in frivolity
Future father.
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Ego Veni Vidi Vici.
On the Citadel of Learning
Where intellectual intrepidity thrives
WE CAME as the gullible scrounging for knowledge.
On the Ivory tower of scholarly display
Where philosophies and ideologies are born
WE SAW invaluable imprints and imparts of Saintly Scholars.
Our polemic justice to the Professor's poetry
Certified us for the coveted convocation
WE CONQUERED the courses excellently through God.
(Ego Veni Vidi Vici--- We Came, We Saw, We Conquered)
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Her fares
Feed my fainting frame.
Her genial gesture
Graces my gut.
Her beauty
Bands my body.
Her care
Clads my clay.
Her spirituality
Spurs my spirit.
Her tender talk
Tickles my thought.
Her conviviality
Is my compliment.
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My coy mistress is comely
In every aspect proven complete
Well tutored from the home-front corner.
My coy mistress I owe a tender care
Obeying to the letter the command
Through thick and thing my love must cross.
My coy mistress and I as couple
To the long awaited moment we come
Making unbroken declaration before the congregation.
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To whom does he smile at
With a tip-top approbation of doggedness
Neglecting the pleasure of the period?
To whom does he cheer
With a reverberating extant sound?
Nobody but he who buckles down
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The Match-Stick
The patent potential of a match-stick
I saw seething ravagely through the farmland
Crawling conflagration all alike
Beholding the hapless and helpless mind
The power of a match-stick
I knew well when in dire need
Picking up the match-box in shock
Not a single stick could find
Oh the raw rice raucously submerged
While I scrounged for a match-stick
To bring me out of the cataclysm
Before my muscular bag blows in catastrophe
Praise to my extant toils
When on a drifting table
I found a match-stick
Aiding the healing of my excruciating hunger.
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THE ROAD TO THE TOP
The road to the top is rugged
Full of extant dust and dread
Accommodating only the tough-minded
Who daily wear the toga of the dogged.
The road to the top is not for the smooth knees
Who cannot take the bull by its horns.
Many a time, labour must mix with prayers
If the wayfarer must have testimonies.
The road to the top is far and high
Breathing the breath of weariness to the thigh
Of the traveler not to further try to ply.
The road to the top is rough
But at the top lies the prize for the tough
So, take courage in your course so you can, at last, laugh.
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In the days of his trials
When the dreaded meals
Turned to be his delightsome delicacies.
In the days of his trials
When the umpteen labours
Brought in peanut pays.
In the days of his trials
When night rains
turned to be night ruins.
But in the days of his triumphs
The testimony of his treasures
Tickles many ears.
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It's been a floundering faith
Permitting teeny-weeny things that matter
But remembering the wonders of the Cross
The guiltless Son crushed by my guilt
I look to His blood-stained body
With tears seeking for the flaming faith.
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