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Damilare Samuel Poem
I was told at my first entrance
That schooling is my survival chance
Later knowledge not school made me bold
Oh I discovered, what a lie I was told!
I was told that school is education
But a stereotyped learning brought frustration
Yes, it gave a little but stole my joy
I decipher, its breeding will make me a toy
I was told schooling is success,
A barge of true happiness.
Until I saw successes without school
And I saw scholar in poverty's pool
School brings fulfillment
When it's guarded with every commitment
But how can I be sure of peace
When with her arms, my fears increase?
Now, I refused to be deceived
By every lie I once believed
I learn beyond scholarship
I choose a better mentorship
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Gain he stole but pain is fading,
I'll give forgiveness in another morrow
The pathos now still boldly bidding
But the bellow to forgive, I feel below
Morrow came with a twisted blend
The eye of the cloud is painted red
My epistle to forgive I can't heaven send
My offender is now yonder led
Tomorrow here is not eternity
Not all will wear the canescent hair
Now do what you can for paternity and divinity
Tomorrow you may not breathe our air
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Yes tired, messed and fired
Put work aside for a free morrow
distress from stress makes one tired
Awaiting descension of a day without sorrow.
Precipitance hits the tide of time
Filled with load of contrastive burden
Time did evolve with a different crime
Ages past all in a sudden
Thousand years turn a day
A day without sorrow never came
A sorrow in the marrow, hopes at bay
Bros and Sis have none to blame
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Brain's busy, I'm feeling dizzy
Drops the pen for a leisured tomorrow
Creativity stretched to limit; I'm not being lazy
Continuity's road deadly and narrow
Inspiration didn't betray expectation
Leisure didn't fail my confidence
But it flew in another direction
Same entry but different emergence
I woke when originality went to bed
Should've tarried and get the work done
I survived sadly to see my art's dead
The breathe connecting me to it is gone.
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It's a tale of a hero
And his sale as zero
He held his hopes in the morning
And end in the blend of the moaning
He had hopes of a champion
He used the strength of a stallion
His toiling visible to the drudging hoes
His endurance praised by friends and foes
In the dusk aroused a villain
Who licked and sapped his sweat's rain
He fought the adverse head chivalrously
But the villian broke dinner's neck vivaciously
I wished in Israel is still a Seer
Who could tell a man he wouldn't make dinner
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There's a self beyond yourself
When stretched you fly above yourself
Let the Fisherman, turn a fisher of man
A push will throw you above all you can -
When you aren't yourself but your best self
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Damilare Samuel Poem
Thanks for reading my posts
It means you care about how I feel
Thanks for just checking my posts
It means you care if I am alive
Thanks for reading on "GB"/a ghost reader
It mean you care, but you're reserved
Thanks for ignoring my posts
It means you have a lot at hand
Thanks because you are reading this
It means you care to know how I feel about you
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