Short Habib Poems

LIFE OF A MAN.
Is this perfect square
First is your arrival on earth
Second is when you start to
Use your sense
Third is when the world expect
To see you shine
Forth is when you are finaly
Laid to rest.
These square is perfect
But man remains imperfect.

HABIB AKEWUSOLA...

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HOW  TO  LOVE.
I  work  for  days  without
Trace,
Suddenly  I  find  a  place
Called  transit  faith,
Reproduce  your  face  to
Favor  this  paste, only  can
Your  days  be  save.
Am  not  dictating  your  ways,
I  only  spit  what  have
Been  ordained  to  say
Today.
Love like  no  replace.
                                                                                                                  AKEWUSOLA  HABIB....

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HOW  TO  LOVE.
I  work  for  days  without
Trace,
Suddenly  I  find  a  place
Called  transit  faith,
Reproduce  your  face  to
Favor  this  paste, only  can
Your  days  be  save.
Am  not  dictating  your  ways,
I  only  spit  what  have
Been  ordained  to  say
Today.
Love like  no  replace.
                                                                                                                  AKEWUSOLA  HABIB....

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POVERTY.
Behold, we  all  own
Ink  and  leaf,
Translate  all  your  leafs.
Progress  is  knowledge,
Dedication  elevation.
Poverty  remits
Illiteracy, stagnation  and
Shame.
What  then  do I  print
On  my  leaf?
I  beg  for  rain  to  wet
My  grains
So  I  can  gain.
I  am  sure  my  Creator  
Would  make  me  elevate.
                                                                                                             AKEWUSOLA  HABIB....

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PLUS  OR  CROSS.
I  have  got  four
Cardinal  points
Symbol  of  Christ’s  
Church,
Also  an  arithmetic
Clause.
I  never  mingle  with
The  clutch
Addition  is  if  you
Desire  more,
Cross  contains  my  
Body  structure
Also  the  signal  before
Resurrection.
Cross  coordinate  every
Sea  shore
Move  on  as  air
Knows  no  junction.
                                                                                                                          AKEWUSOLA  HABIB....

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NOTHING  HAPPENS  BY  CHANCE.
You  are  not  under  the  sun
By  chance,
All  your  deeds  has  been  
Organized  and  planned.
It’s  my  choice  to  either
Follow  the  truth  or  transgress,
Am  a  slave  working   for
Progress,
In  sight  of  the  HOLY  Congress.
All  you  soil  are  vanity
Very  soon  we  would  all
Be  gone  for  eternity.
                                                                                                                                     AKEWUSOLA  HABIB....

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