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Samuel Fatokun Ph Poem
No one is beautiful!
Yes! Behind our flesh,
In the grave!
We are all the same!
Copyright © Samuel Fatokun Ph | Year Posted 2011
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Samuel Fatokun Ph Poem
I love seeing the best, even in the worst
But I love better than worse
Yes! I prefer good to bad
A lot I’ve heard,
Hmn, a lot I’ve had.
A cut in flesh
Wound(s) on your leg,
Spots on face,
Deformity in veins,
All summed to equal pain…
I care a little about these issues
I see handsomeness in its best, even in “worst”
cuts in flesh
The spots and “faults” to me are awesome
The folds on face, slowness in pace,
Is all minus shame!
Our flesh covers our bones
How beautiful are those “bones”?
Your smiles?
Your posing posture, minus fats?
Beauty “full”! Innit?!
The “sheets” on your bone are smoother than
“Jones’”
Yes! But beds are “beds” without their sheets!
Consider your sheet a bed’s sheet!
Not a proud, different sheet, or a better meat!
You and “Jones” have the same bones
You are “beauty” “full” so is Jones!
Copyright © Samuel Fatokun Ph | Year Posted 2014
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Samuel Fatokun Ph Poem
What are dashes doing...
Elipsis dominating...
Spaces manifesting...
What's the reason
The pause in ma words
Slowness in "songs"
Distortion in grooves
Sometimes ma mood...
That's a clue
I'll finish it later
Em..what's that letter
Words misplaced
Or even displaced
What's next in line?
Okay I'll find a nice rhyme
What's that word?
Or is it "odd"?
Oh this is odd!
Where are words!
This tank I call ma skull
Is nought.. full of nought!
Cut! It hurts!
What a blank hut!
Copyright © Samuel Fatokun Ph | Year Posted 2012
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Samuel Fatokun Ph Poem
We are creators not
deviators
We've no sedition nor
division, but distinction
Our words from
nature's thought
We are created
creators!
Our existence, our
excellence minus
persistence
Our thirst makes us
exist
But through words they
say we persist
Our hearts and the
earth are connected
hearths
But we are called
"deviators"
Hey! Discriminators!
We are not deviators!
Our movement without
legs
Journeys within our
garden
Speaking, but not
talking
Oh God! What's
creativity?!
The impossible made
possible!
Yet, "they're all lies",
they say
You'll indeed lie, for
your answer still lies
The end of lies...
The final end...
The world's end!
Copyright © Samuel Fatokun Ph | Year Posted 2011
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Samuel Fatokun Ph Poem
News is abstract
Information, unseen
God, the origin.
Copyright © Samuel Fatokun Ph | Year Posted 2010
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Samuel Fatokun Ph Poem
Wait a minute and testify to its extremity
Let our land be dry and take and extra ride
Wake in haste and see others’ taste
Walk at dawn and see extreme “runs”
What’s the cause?
The world is united, never divided
Our kids and “kids” are the same in this
Like it or not, no dignity but unity
“We” are made their kings,
But in “this” we are linked
It’s all a need, a need indeed!
…Hmn hmn(clears throat)….
…can I have a drink?!
Copyright © Samuel Fatokun Ph | Year Posted 2011
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Samuel Fatokun Ph Poem
Putting words and “wards” in my words
I’m not wayward, but waying words into their ward
The world’s words are wayward
But my words are “rhyming” “way” “words”
My world, are full of words
But the world is full of wrongs
Yes! I’ll right the wrong by rhyming words
With writing rights, I’ll write right
My “right”, my ways, my words, my world,
Hmmm, “way words”,
Will change our world.
Copyright © Samuel Fatokun Ph | Year Posted 2011
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Samuel Fatokun Ph Poem
How long, how tough
This world, just war
Endless war, endless world
Words and world, all about war.
Oh, what's war in this world?
The world's war, not yet in your world?
Wait till your words reveal the war.
I wonder, will this world end its wonders?
What an irreversible order
It's not our order!
I wonder, when will the order become a past order?
Others wonder "how will a new order be ordered?"
Yes! How long will this order make orders and not our own orders?!
Copyright © Samuel Fatokun Ph | Year Posted 2011
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Samuel Fatokun Ph Poem
Should I mourn? Who's this 'Son'?
Who came to be mourned and mocked
I'm supposed to be mourned!
But I mourn the son
Is he to be mourned?
Is he crazy or amazing?
...I'll go for amazing
I'll sing a song, not mourn the son
He was mourned to clear my mourn
He was knocked to prevent me from knocks
Hey! "He was"?
Yes! "He was"!
He was mourned
He is now love
'He is' love!
Yes He is love and Lord!
From mourn to love
Mourn to love?!
Of course!
Oh! He's not crazy
He's indeed amazing
Yes! He's lovely.
Copyright © Samuel Fatokun Ph | Year Posted 2010
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My bed is anxious,waiting for my snores
Today's going to bed, tomorrow's a few steps ahead
I wonder why I took "the" pen
I feel like putting them down
What?
My thoughts
What am I inking?
Nothing!
Exactly!
Just wanna scratch my itchy paper with my juicy ink
Singers? Go sing...
Comedians? Go do comedy...
Others? What's your "itchy paper?"
Have you applied your "ink?"
Be good at what you do
Love what you do
Practice...
Go scratch it!
Copyright © Samuel Fatokun Ph | Year Posted 2011
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