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Tijani Sheu Poem
How Beautiful Humanity is,
A Piece Of Wandering Souls
Looking up for Immunity, Upon a Soul
Which had been long lost with it's Origin
The Origin is but, The Struggles of our Ancestors
To make a divine living, Beautifully crafted
Out of Love and Affection
The Staff of Oranmiyan, exploring down
The Heart of the flourishing city of Oyo
Dictatorship in it's strictness, So gripping
It dries out the Blessed River of Álàsé
Like flowers fall out in Autumn, Bedridden
We are the Crafts of Life longing for itself
We May house our body,
But the Origin houses our Soul
Which had fallen, Abreast
Maybe I see a lot of Perfection,
In Kahlil Gibran's
He surely is, but a bedrock
Which I set out my tender feet
Into the world of Muses in their most brilliant creation,
The world of Poetry,...... The Rythm of Poets
Our Origin as "POETS"
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Tijani Sheu Poem
Grieving Hearts, Death And Legends”
Lying unconscious, Lifeless and Breathless;
Still kept on a life support, Helplessly.
With Pain and Agony from an End,
And Fund raising on the other end.
My conscience doesn't Portray a life support;
Mayhaps, Fund Support sounds Enticingly painful.
All Hell break lose on the Grieve and Trauma of Man;
When they make decisions, so decisive and Egoistic.
So, I'd rather live on the edge of Tardiness;
And lay quietly to die in Peace,
Than trust a Human made from Man.
Man created with Hate, Destructive thoughts, Agony;
With a little spice of Self-centeredness and Greed.
Created in their finest Selfish and decisive art;
An art willed to Us from the Enticement of an Apple bite.
I wish I had lived in the time of Hercules,
Son of Zeus and the Mortal Arcmene;
Slayer of the Nine Headed Nemean Lion;
Capturer of the Golden Hind of Artemis;
And die an Immortal, Remembered in History,
Than cradle in my steel made, high heeled Bedding.
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Tijani Sheu Poem
Only if Death do us Apart;
Shall I keep my Hands to myself
That, Which had been Nurtured to Fondle your Breast.
Striking through the Strides of your Hair; Abreast
Only if Death do us Apart;
Shall my Arms,be wrapped in white clothings,
Unstained, Stranded and Lifeless.
The Arms, which had been Crafted to wrap around your Beaded Waist,
Turning the Winter your Summer, While lost in Thought
Only if Death do us Apart;
Shall my Ears, Fond of listening to your Beautiful Breathe in Silence
Echoing through the Vessels and Ventricles of my Heart
Be shut by white lining Clothings
And rolled into the Earth forever
For as long as we Breathe;
Mouth to Mouth, Heart to Heart
Bonding our Imperfect Halves...
Shall I remain in your Halo, Unaltered
And never let to Flinch a bit
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