Kayod5 Kayode Poet Free verse

Songs of Power

Though you call me molehill,
Still I shall attain my height.
The more refuse you deposit 
The higher and mightier I become.

So when you blow up your dust
Or sling your wicked mud
And in your joy on me they sediment;
Mock me not I do not see mud nor dust
But another layer of  my enviable size.

Your garbage is by no means hurdle,
It is the thrust to my destined height.

Songs of power,
Something inside so strong.
8/11/2015.

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Skat A November 21, 2015 at 11:05 PM Kayod5 Congratulations. **SKAT**

Nayda Ivette Negron Flores November 21, 2015 at 7:11 PM Congratulations KAYOD5

Jan Allison November 21, 2015 at 8:10 AM I chose this song too Kayode5 congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx

Nette Onclaud November 9, 2015 at 4:15 AM grreat poetic punch, kayod.. how are you?..so nice to read you again!...huggs Kayod5 Kayode November 9, 2015 at 4:44 AM netteeeeeee! I am so happy to hear from you. Sure, I am fine here and you nette; how do you do? Thanks for this visit...hugs.

Afolabi Muideen November 9, 2015 at 3:18 AM Wow! This is extreme excellence. It depicted imagery that brought your brilliant write to life within this reader's sense...........A.M. Kayod5 Kayode November 9, 2015 at 3:54 AM O se mo dupe Afolabi,se alaafia ni o? Mo fi Oluwa so e o...e se pupo.