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you are my delight
charming and cherished
you are my dainty
precious and priceless
you are my dame
beautiful and bountiful
you are my diamond
delicate and dazzling
you are my dearest
appealing and adoring
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It is up to us
If blissful beams will brew from the
Bloom of our bounteous bond
It is up to us
If moving melodies will mount from this duet
In a magnificent mode made up by the Master
It is up to us
If this handsome halves will hatch and harp
A harmony no haunting heinous one can hack
It is up to us
To nourish it with noble nosh and nectar
And nurture it in nice notions and nature
It is up to us
To deck it in devout drapes and dye in dazzling decors
With no dint of debauched debris
It is up to us
To deliver this destiny to divine dominance
Or divide in the devil’s divorce and discord
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Olugbenga Hodonu Poem
I love you...
Whatever...
However...
Whenever...
Whichever...
Whereever...
Forever...
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Olugbenga Hodonu Poem
Amidst plenty we grope like scavengers
Like orphans with no descent
Like clothe sellers wearing rags
Or meat vendors feasting only on bones
Had I no inheritance or birthright?
Had I only crumbs off the master’s table
Or no returns for my daylong drudgery?
But mother said we were rich
Her breasts alone feed and power the world
From day break till set of sun
We plough and sink in our seeds
And watch in marvel
As seeming lifeless earth blooms in kinds
Only to wake to harvest with sundry queries
Where is the nectar of our field?
Where are the golden eggs laid at dusk?
‘When men slept…,’ they say
The barns were emptied abroad
Stored up for the unborn
What about us the living
What about us, who dare the sun
And till the ground with blistered hands
The hens are scrawny with soiled grains
And soon may no longer yield golden eggs
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waddle along wise women
whisper this wayfarer’s wishes
with will and warmth
wind your way- waggling wheels
whiz this way and wear my wit to my wiry wonder
wiggling wave wash my wits
weave my words like a wreath
and wedge them on my winsome would-be
wag my wealthy words whirling wind
waft my wonderful words to my waiting woman
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Thus they trust their tale to tell
of two in time, twined and twinned
Travelling this thorny track
But tracing a treasured trail of truth
Though today in tasks and toils to tackle
And trades to take on in throes of tides
Yet also in the tapestry of teeming twists and turns
With thrills and treats, transient and timed
Tomorrow at twilight, to tenderly throw off their troubles
And thankfully take up treasures and trophies
As triumphant tell-tale tunes tickle them to thrills
With Ten thousands times ten thousands
And thousands and thousands
At the threshold of timelessness
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The Whirling wind makes me cold
I seek a shelter to make me warm
The hustles strain my spirit
I long for spry sayings to soothe me up
They said I was a man
Men don’t cry
Men must not cringe
Thinking of one to tell
How the cold engulfs and
How my body bends beneath its bounds
I wished a voice cheered me up
I crave an ear to pour in my aches
I yearn a heart to seek my care
Miss you…
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Olugbenga Hodonu Poem
Son:
Mother, up in town
I met a giggling girl in gorgeous gown
Who shines in her hue of brown
‘Oh giggling girl’, I said, ‘will you be my own?
North and south, I have flown
And together we shall tour up and down.’
Much fine words I have blown
Much fair speeches I have thrown
And much nice stuffs to her I’ve shown
But she didn’t bulge or drown.
Mother:
Not too much to sit in frown
To make you bend in burdens down
Be still and studious on your own
A wife in time will come for you to crown
A queen to be in glistering gown
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The door slams on our faces
And shuts out our beauties, boasts and brains
Out there are bubbly buds tended with keen hands
That knew not any of our lures and lores
The wells of hope we thought of drawing from
Suddenly shut up its springs from us
The smiling cabin crew in line of duty
Ever playing hosts and toasts to welcomes
Now their dreadest fears embrace
Our buddies that planned to beat time
Suddenly had time outrun them to the finishing line
The pulpit man takes his turn to meet with his sermon
The shopper picks up an unbargained item in her cart
The family that had thought of a quick reunion
Suddenly had it postponed till afterlife
The goodbyes of breadwinners at the tarmac
Turns out as the last and final one
None death dared to rever
Not even for the love we shared
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Sweet laughter buzzing
Tickling my hard-worn face
Merry memories flooding fast my mind
Cheery moments crippling forth
What freshening feels of fine fragrance
That trim those treasured times
What exciting swells as of a fountain
That charm and cool the hearts
Thinking of the moments past
Thinking of its beautiful bond
Thinking of the thrilling time together
Thinking of living this past again
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