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The cock also sweat
Sweating beneath the undaunted hair
Though unseen, untethered
Unnoticed yet vulnerable.
The male lion also weep
Weeping gently and silently
With insignificant traces
Though galloping and parading
In confidence which left creatures
Marvelled and tender.
The virile also feels
They also go through pains
Pains seen and unseen
Though eye catching faces
And beautiful faces are worn over
Should the Bull go begging when in awe of death?
Should the mighty cry ?
Should the Cheetah crawl ?
Should the Tiger be afraid?
In street, the virile is left alone
Detached, chastened and stranded
Moving to and fro
But no place to call home.
Even when he wants to be known
And cherished, he is deprived.
Should humanity be switched?
Even when switched, will he be known ?
Will he be recognized?
Or will he be appreciated?
He is all alone
Longing to overcome
Though no hope of winning
But hanging on till the driver arrives
And all is left behind.
Copyright © Simeon Ojo | Year Posted 2024
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Living in an unwanted world
Tossed to and fro
With heavy breeze breezing
All hope seems lost
Lost in the midst of ravaging storm
Tossing East and North.
Caught amidst the combat of immorality
Weary and scary
Sharpened edges rust,
Once honored chastened.
Caught in the midst of thorns
Egg meant to meet with fragility chastened.
Marauding and parading
No light,no route, no Zeus.
Bright lightening fades,
yellow sun turned dark
Light to the path turn outcast
The cared for left
Leaving the light to fend for himself.
Is the light meant to fuel itself ?
How then shall it bear forth light ?
When day break,night cometh not ?
When night comes with darkness being the author of the day,
Vanishes, ashamed,is an outcast light summoned?
How be it the light comes up
When not fuelled?
Light cometh up but shines not .
When treated right,
Light shines and darkness vanishes
When there is alternative to light,
Is the light not ashamed?
Nothing replaces light for ever.
Even nature cometh and vanishes.
Then,shall light be appreciated but gone.
Of what gain shall it be for both creature?
Copyright © Simeon Ojo | Year Posted 2024
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Two things make the world bright;
The sun , The moon .
Governing the morning,
Governing the night.
Sending away darkness and grief .
Two things make our life bright;
The sun , The moon.
Guiding and caring
Even though there are reason to mourn.
Two things make the world beautiful;
The sun, The moon.
One is cooler,
The other is brighter.
One care for morning,
The other when needed.
Two things make life liveable;
The sun , The moon.
One source for the survival of all,
The other wait and care.
Two things make life bright;
The sun , The moon.
Both ensure life is bright.
When jealousy takes over,
Both comfort.
Oh nature !
The world is indebted to thee,
Make the day bright,
And yet never complain
Through hard times.
Two things make life inevitable;
THE SUN, THE MOON.
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Caught between Life and death
With roaring and panic
Looking for hands but none
With glowing eyes.
Heavy breathe and gasp
But none to show
Dive right to left
Waiting for the Joy that ceasen't
All eyes curious and expectant.
All legs stiffed to the ground
Like a statue or maniquine.
All faces furious but anxious
All waiting for the arrival of the eternal Joy
There the Joy is,slow and relaxed
Though uncomfortable
In pain and agony she laments
What have I done ?
Adam and Eve, you're evil !
The man standing,
willing to help, afraid of danger and complications.
Why must I suffer ?
Baby pls come,find your way here.
There the Joy is.
Lying still.
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Oh sweet nature !
Beautiful and bright,
Just as the morning sun
Whitened and shinny
the smile of the cloud,
The beauty of thy face
Fresh and gloomy
As a plant
Planted on the river bank
Running through the heart
Just as Car in Motion
Moving from juncture to juncture
The bossom of thy heart,
Best place to be
The smile on thy face drives all sorrow away
The comfort in thy words
The sweetest pleasure
One could feel
The sweetness of honey
Less compared
To the pleasure in thy kiss.
Copyright © Simeon Ojo | Year Posted 2025
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