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Smart Oyedeji Poem
I am invisible but I extends through the corners of the world like smokes
Though, none can see me, but greatly me every one can feel
Like a burning fire I am, more
powerful than you can touch
Brighter than the luminous stars and the moon
Generating light like a sun in its
intensive radiation
Living in an extended chuppah of the living earth in perfection
I am the home of armour, sitting on a peg of swords
I give commands and I obey those
who command me in words
I give out joy, and also I give out acid test
I rise everyday in my glory from east to west
I speaks it out like a fire and I appears like a fire
More powerful and fierce beyond any barrier
My radiation is beyond what people can withstand
Once I appear everyday, darkness
cannot be found
I am the true mechanism for luxuries and pains
A beautiful tree everyone can climb for better rains
Appearing everywhere as I responds to all with my power
Giving the fruit for those that stand
upon my tower
Taking the hands of those that extend in the early morn
Hearing the voice of those that are in the pit and those that griefly mourn
No one can be like me; I am the true
superhuman being
Living at heaven, living on earth; surpassing every being
The powerful boulder on which
everyone can lean
I am the true God that everyone can
feel but can never be seen.
Copyright © Smart Oyedeji | Year Posted 2016
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Smart Oyedeji Poem
Like a fire placed before her,
Serving as a source of tommorow's shower
Sweat and wail can never be eluded,
As she proceed through the narrow
hotbed
Body disrupted, as unexpected scene erupted
A fearful lass on a hot coal
Experiencing the traumatic show
When the kite of life drove-by
Maintaining her integrity without
loosing her tie
As she lay her hand on the keg of sweat,
She begins to sail out of tommorows fret
Determination truly she adore,
Making her to see success harbour
Tartness like a movie she watch in rising
Then, let the sweet chowder appear in her dusk
With her eyes on her true goal
Strongly, she keeps herself under the broil
Her spirit turns bright,
As she keep off her voyage sprite
Beautiful night she see in true hope
Albeit she hack it in the labour rope
I never knew she could smile like a
valour,
When her appearance becomes sour
A plucky girl with strong power to
steer,
On the negligence of the labour tear
Then, today she see herself in wail
Tommorow will bring gleesome ray.
Copyright © Smart Oyedeji | Year Posted 2016
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