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Best Poems Written by Taiwo Temitope Philip

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A Sigh Or a Relief

I’m at the center of war
I’m afraid of my life in fear
I’ve engaged in a battle fist
Oh, how I so much desire a relief 

Soldiers come, soldiers go, barrack remains

I won’t let in to this defeat 
I’ll never accept to be called unfit
This war I face, I’ll get over it 
Not with a defeat rumbling in a fit

Life has a multi-phase, not unidirectional 

Last time I tried, I almost lost
After a thousand trials that failed 
Now on a new roll call of challenge 
Just pray I  won’t end up drenched 

A light to my feet, to illuminate my ways 

What do I have but a hurdle ?
What do I do but a hustle?
I fiddled my way through, they yelled
Only to be called a bunch of inexperienced fellow 

The odds they see, the even I try hard to imagine 

To live a challenge, to want to die, a duel 
Fill my grips with torrent flow of words 
So I’ll describe all trials I’ve for long faced 
Maybe a sigh or a relief will be welcome with smile

To the writer  on the wall of my heart, the experience of life

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REMIX OF MY TOBACCO

REMIX OF MY TOBÀCCO

In the time of leech to the time of leash, came I from the sojourn of papyrus writing the pain on the wall of my heart with a golden exudate from my galls that embittered all. 

So gross with all I found that none waited to witness what becomes of the lines of the book "written writh" with fervent agony of the subdued mind waving a help bid to everyone who passes by.

At dusk, in the hour when all hearts bow to redress, here I sat with tobacco weaved like a roll in my hand ready to blow my mind to a remix that take me to third heaven.

I was asked of a question if I were so endowed to a needless watchtower that protect the weak from the strong at the brisk of a turn over crow. Such a palava to a cringe that a soul would find on a lone journey to the crest that watchover the gate of Eden.

Yeah, spiteful? What a vengeance I wanted as the sniff hard smoke took me to the marrow on the hardness of life telling me to manuavre the peace human deceitfully perceived to be theirs.

Oh No. My belly will tell how my desires never satisfy, my eyes will foresee , where the ends never justify, my taste to the buds gives way, my agony to the call on renesce just for a brute to know we decide and a truce to be found after a junta.

There I awoke to the reality from the other sides of tobacco, on a solemn ground to the spirit leap as I, on the renaissance rescinded on the mulling burgs that rented my hours on a tobacco sniffs.

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PELE

PELE

Oh

Yes!

I am Pele 
Was born poor
But to be great
Dad played ball 
I’d loved to do it better

Even if the flower won’t bloom
I’ll cherish what I love to do 
Do it in a better way, thrive!
Yea!! To a better me to reckon 

Where is the ball, balloon rolls
Where is the field? The road to greatness 
Even if I turn roads and path to soccer pitches
All I want is to be watched on world-wide pitch

Oh the pain my mama hate to watch
Oh the groan my dad wanted it better
Would work out of friends who wanna be doctors
All because I have no money but skills for soccer

Now fame came, they loved me as legend!
Would they love to know the pain of the huddles
I dribble with ease, was my calling to entertain
Would they want to know the trees and apples?
That I set as target players, I had  targeted goals

Set! was it my focus, never wanted to be down
Clear was my mission; to make all others smile
To the length of my days, let Brazil be known 
To the mark of my calling, legacy for whole world

I passion through, moulded my beginning
Even if I fight daily, to the end still waiting 
For the trophy to my Lord, welcome home Legend
My life was spent, my anthers fully blown for all
To spread, yielded seed of legacy to all hearts for soccer

Rest on Legend! Pele; GOAT of all times

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ANOTHER TIME FROM THE CRUST

ANOTHER TIME. FROM THE CRUST

At a time when it crows
I set up to a lain me at thine bowl
Full weight! Full length a naked yoke 
There you set my piece at thine brow

There I grew to thankfully crawl
On the night as if sword was drawn
In the bid to stay, I learned to call Abba 
They doubted me till they saw me hit harder 

Was just pawn at the silk
Wanna sew some yatches that stick
Fortnightly at the pulse of a thinker
Another set of goad to my ruggedness

Streaked of the rail to call some rains
Albeit! all that I've craved for tailing 
Was still left with a cradle to call mine
Radder tough and steel to cold time mere

Subtle has little bridges to go on a cradle 
Canoe at tough hands of storm with a paddle 
Rugged wheel of times to sojourn the earth
We're here thankfully, God did it successfully 

Senile it was on pillow of brittleness 
Agile would be on the bed of gloriousness 
When our down and ups will come to account
Our lives on the placards of gold to measure

To the crest we learned to mount, pacify
And the trough we dig from , just delved 
To accelerate the pick up in race of time
To glue our mind on the radder to heights

Such another time comes with a dance 
A space in years to a memory in decades
Surrounding testimonies about what's here
Such that life will be meaningful giving details

We'd expect more to explore; designed for
We'll see more to design; account for
We'll take such to account; as planned for
When we'll be flying our awards for all to see

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The Gem in Black

THE GEM IN BLACK

Give me black, I'll write on your heart
To the smile, cherished; found in her

Sleep no more, come up
Let me hold thy hand up
While you smile, gazing up

In thee, no trouble slays 
If I'm ever trapped, cuddle!
Lost in thee, to say no more
Walk of the hour of timeline

To gem so rare in black
Tilting the wave of ocean's flow 
Willingly, I agreed to your wave-line
As East winds bring a call up whistle 

Calm me, in thy calmness
Dress me, in thy decency 
Mould me, in thy confidence 
Till black is written, on golden stand.

By Sir Taitophil; adapted for Pharm Christie.

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If I be God

IF I BE GOD

                 I will;
Chop down the mountain
To a lovely beckoning 
In a time when they gasp
In a moment when they thirst
In the rays of light at stake

Wheel around the mountain, to cover
Check the clock of time, to slow
Make the green smile forever
Let them know that their God lives
In the heart of the ocean to roar 
In the heart of the forest so teeming

If I be God
Which I'm not
If I be God 
Which I'll love

I'll create a vacuum 
Let it slow down wheel of time
Let it feel voidness from ages
Make life impacting, so great!
Remove the bad ones at will
Engrave the good ones to soil

Wheel of time to control 
Wheel of moment and days
Wheel to roll o'er the stones
Wheel changes, by the heart of God
Those around the wheel at His mercy
Time to be born, time to die

If I have the wheel of time
To control the earth at will
Let violence be gone, no reel!
Peace be still! God has spoken
The mind of God; in the heart of men
Playing God isn't my lot, let God speak

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OLUPONNA; MY LAND AND TERRAIN

OLUPONNA: MY LAND AND TERRAIN.

Oh my mother land; wealthy in soil
To my grip held so highten; not soiled
So cultured and nurtured in legendary 
To a land whose worth is never lost in form

Will I soon be so held up in apostasy ?
To forget thine beautiful terrains and slopes
The contour rich in overview than none has
Welcome to her broad-day light of sparklings

I told my mama not to let go
Cuddle me more, on the vent
To thy bossom full of blooms
Heartily warmth in thee to survive

She had her emotion to train 
Let go her feelings to take over
Off the truck! Gone to the village
Then in despair of holding my heartaches

Even number to parity, a space of oddlines
Oddity easily known, hers was agility signified
Onus laid on her was to make a legacy to trail
And that she heartily did, her type' s rare in millions

Oh my memory not vague in rust
Get a sit, don't entertain a rush
So I'll paint her image on this crust 
That her good deed be linked to her cross 

On the furrow of the farmlands set miles away
To Olomu; the archives of the tons of products 
To Odanla; the gazetters of hazels and expectants
What have you got to offer to myriads of waiters?

Oh Yeah! To the arsenal of thy strength
And the fort of thy fortress in strength!
The eulogy which is second to none
The artillery and the fighters of war

Omo olofa mojo, omo ola nlomi "abisu jooko"
Ijakadi loro offa, ija peki abe owula, biko base 
Oju ebe lofa; a soju poro loko, iba soju oloko iba lawon, O soju agunmona l'Offa, o soju agbele yarara.

In the centre of thine beauty
Romance of taste in cultural reality
Oh come to ojude Oba, gladen thine heart
In the rhymes of beat on the path of gongs 

Moon smiles to her heart, on a meadow
As her breast full of milk smile from window
Even if her men were waned, they'd join the lyrical 
Oh a taste of memory s would never have!

God bless Nigeria to a united stand
Bless her, let my motherland blossoms 
As gold flows her ways, let myrrhs and
Frankincense meet all her daily need (Amen)

Excerpt: Descriptive Poetic rendition . 

A loving memory of good old days, from farm to School. Tis so beautiful to relive good memories.

(In happy memory of my mother; Aderinola Taiwo)

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DEMOCRAZY IN A STATE OF EMERGENCY

DEMOCRACY IN A STATE OF EMERGENCY  

Yea how shall we start with 
Dancing to tune of craze
Walking up at a lever so aching
Dragging with demons all days
Who did we offend, which way

I'd thought of asking for bail
Was only given state of bill
In clouts juggling up in their stakes
Who'll will deliver Nigeria 

Hope promised 
Hope denied
Peace promised
War reinstated
At every 4year, a rant
At all the 4years, lordship

One man enriched
All men enslaved
Stealing branded with white
Pocket gutted in corruption 

Who'll dare to ask them?
Remember the carcass filed the street
Streets and cities in desolation of bones
Gathered them the corpses they denied exist

Who'll then want to be among anonymity 
Watch as they make themselves emperors of the days
To democracy twisted in their craziness
The odds found odd to display in placards
Asking horrendous demand to shuffle their needs
In asking amiss to the root of their course

Who does not know they're birds of same feathers
Free from '60s , enslaved in millennia
To extent their youngs moved on the slavery
To land of unknown to mothers, in coined of japa
Because their mothers did not care to mussle them with milk
Thus, went to crave the pieces fallen from tables of the fatlings

Who'll rebuild our flag
Who'll restore our anthem
Who to trust in horn of doubt
Or we'll waive our country bye in a neck-locked forever?

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Mining for understanding

*_Mining for understanding*_ 

There is a mine for silver and a place where gold is refined.

Iron is taken from the earth, and copper is smelted from ore.

But where can wisdom be found? Where does understanding dwell?

No mortal comprehends its worth; it cannot be found in the land of the living.

The deep says, "It is not in me"; the sea says, "It is not with me."

It cannot be bought with the finest gold, nor can its price be weighed out in silver.

It cannot be bought with the gold of Ophir, with precious onyx or lapis lazuli.

Neither gold nor crystal can compare with it, nor can it be had for jewels of gold.

Coral and jasper are not worthy of mention; the price of wisdom is beyond rubies.

The topaz of Cush cannot compare with it; it cannot be bought with pure gold.

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Descriptive Poem:  Job 28:1-2,12-19

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CLEAVING TO MY BELIEF

CLEAVING TO MY BELIEF

Standing sure too firm 
Will not fidget too dwarf
I'll get rooted and strong
To my belief and my vault

Weights little by great held me
They wanted me to be drawn aback
Held on to shin, my heel and back
Wanted a nightmare of me so bad

I looked, behold many hands
Beckoning to come, lost guard
In time when red spoke to blue
Yet never wanted a ride to bloom

I spoke to myself the only Lang
The Lang a quo, quo du speak
To cleave to my belief, don't let go
Till all forces are surrendered; subdued 

An inch to move was a heft to stay
The grip greater than van der waal 
Forces so stronger to renounce on call
Bones clefting flesh, blood fuming tide

Leave me be to myself
Wait for me at the valley
Where you thought I'd be
Till eternity  surprises you 

Glossing around a beam of light 
I saw but only a trace of hope 
Calling me to stay focused and move on
Against all odds to the land flowing in milk

Jeopardized on a cornered bed
To see if the time is still clicking
Walking rise to the sunrise tickling 
To see if the wheel of time is gleaming 

As the sojourn on the land of mass
Poured a weight in tons to blood of flesh
To make it hot, rushing like ocean tide
To make end-meet at the cost of vanity