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Ayoola Titilope Poem
In the world of gloom and negativity,
Like the shadows of guilt, evil is lucid,
And glasses of truth is shattered
Like drops of gore on a deathly desert.
The good old days will never return
For long gone they are like medieval ages,
And the years will come when the time is ripe
And poised are the hearts of men with memories.
Virtue and vice will cease to survive,
And goodwill is void in the end of time,
Why dying to live when we live to die?
Well, what is a world without enigma?
This is where the strong devours the weak
Sticking tongues on frozen poles of negligence,
As the youths shed blue blood
On the golden grounds of sordid beings.
But remember, hope is not lost when terror diminishes,
But whose fate would soon be sealed?
And famine spreads on fertile lands
As justice hides, concealed in pretense.
Why shall men seek elevation
When their cursed nature is against satisfaction?
Our actions be eggs in the throat of a goose
Living and moving forward—in reverse!
To fathom the concept and purpose of nature
Is like hoping for peace whilst preparing for war...
O mighty heavens of the solemn sky;
Of life, of death, of good and evil,
Make us decipher this enigmatic life
Before it fades before our eyes.
#POET_AY
23rd of February.
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THE OUTLANDISH OUTBREAK {COVID-19}
The world seems to be fading
To black, ever since Corona's arrival;
Could it be the end of time
Or this is just another La Llorona's rival?
There is no sun outside today,
Could life be mourning
For 'tis coming to a halt
As the night does before the morning?
The formidable takes over the world,
And the infected hoping to get cured
Devours bullets—bullets for pills
And even combatants have run out of skills.
No vaccines? Stick with the prevention
And we might need a divine intervention
Before COVID-19 ruins us all
As we waste our days with wake-up calls.
Pledges to air filters, gloves and face masks
Cleanliness, the king to handle these tasks;
Touch not your face
Or you fall from grace,
Handshakes be forbidden like we have what it takes
To battle this disease
With our lives at stake.
Why should the world end this way?
With venom among the senile and youths,
With scarcity and fear,
And unfairness everywhere.
And if we'll all end up dead,
Remember what the sages said,
Life is not our creation
And everything happens according to fate.
@POET_AY
March15th.
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Diving into the depths of dams of disdain,
Scaling the seas, searching for success,
To prove the truth along with the pain
We endured and the challenges we have slain.
When they see us devouring safe hemlocks;
They portray pale and puzzled perceptions,
Glancing at the heavens like we are surreal,
A reality appearing to be unreal.
And we emerge, out of nowhere
Like angels awaiting divine instructions,
Believing that hope will light our torches
To serve our lucid but distinct functions.
When they see us living our nightmares,
They strive to survive and cease being fearful,
This is nothing but human nature,
Cannot be too cringe, cannot be too careful.
What if we became toxic and blind
To visualize the truth and justice we find?
Even though men believe what they see,
These sleuths are blind only if they chose to be.
So when they see us reaching for the sky
Like the sun shining from below,
When they see us watching over the earth
And they will—for they are watching us grow,
When they see us during our feeble stages
Like we are nothing and we do not know
That this life is in diverse phases
And ignorance, its most infamous foe!
They will see us,
And when they do,
May these words appear to be true.
@poet_AY
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Run! For all the time in the world is not enough,
And the tough gets going when the going gets tough,
Life is ugly but that's the beauty of it
So if you do not run with it, run from it.
Run! And be in pursuit of your dreams
But the future is not all that it seems,
Accept your fate for you have the best to give
And if you don't, you may die before you live.
Run! From venom when you know the value of love,
And put your trust only in the One above,
Run! And you may never run out of luck,
When you hope for the wool, prepare for the rock!
Run! You may run through hell to reach heaven
For life is a race for the odd and even;
Run! For the burden you bear is heavy as lead
The burden of which has left so many dead;
Run! Towards the path between
All even and good that have ever been;
Run,
Human,
Run!
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If you know not where you are going,
Any road will get you there;
This is for the youth and the senile,
Moving, yet reaching nowhere.
But in ignorance lies debacle,
And that becomes a burden to bear,
For mankind still creates miracles,
And the prowess to face all our fears.
Rise, for the end is not forbidden,
And this life is not our own;
And the truth has never been hidden,
Turns a king against his throne.
The paths we must take may be vintage,
So predict the future, recall the past,
Submerging oneself in a distinct age
Is not surreal but will it ever last?
One clan, one way,
An ample chance to go astray,
Deviating from, yet elevating too,
Let the morrow be brought back to this day
For the past has passed and channeled through
The present routes; But how?
Believe in your roots, the future is now.
@POET_AY
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Debacle is not of a noble birth
Like debris of steel without a worth
A part of life which is so germane
And earth remains his prime domain.
Debacle is lethal and so uncivil
She births grief, melancholy and evil
Naught but a part of the plot of the world
But often considered as the wrath of the Lord.
A trip to the travails of the past and recent
If the end is awful, the start is indecent,
Here, we hope for debacle's departure
For 'tis the major cause of the world's frail stature.
When everyone's involved, the truth comes first,
Is it why we make the masses to protest?
Why does the fear of failure result to violence?
Why are the stars above left in utter darkness?
Debacle is when the planet becomes a sanatorium
And unjust massacres promulgate pandemonium
And dreams of glass are left shattered but unbroken
And it seems like the end of time has awoken.
If the country fails, what about the world at large?
What will happen if blacks and whites merge?
All lives matter, yet we dwell and die in failure
We succeed at being failures, another outbreak to endure!
Now hoping for change becomes a waste of time
Yet the truth won't cost anyone a dime
Sometimes we're the victims, sometimes we have to listen
Why does debacle always come with a reason?
They say time will tell but her lips remain sealed
We pray, one day the healthy shall be healed
And naught else will reign but peace, truth and justice
And naught else but positive prejudice.
@Poet_AY
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Breathe! Under the downpour of sour showers
Of existence, 'gainst thy feeble powers,
This trifle's for survivors and for those
Who has found their green but not their purpose.
A helpin' hand 'comes a feat to achieve,
Skedaddle from hurt and always believe,
Dwell in glee, reality 'comes a fluke,
A way for the dame, a halt for the duke.
Now, the only way to survive is by
Going 'gainst the will of the Almighty,
Breathe with a purpose now before you die,
Would you live in peace as hell awaits thee?
I channel my rage to thoughts I made seethe,
I live, even though it feels hard to breathe!
IG @POET_AY
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