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Best Poems Written by Samuel Fatokun Ph

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We Are the Same

No one is beautiful!

Yes! Behind our flesh,

In the grave!

We are all the same!

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Beauty

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!

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Blank

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!

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Water

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?!

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Invisibility

News is abstract



Information, unseen
God, the origin.

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Poets

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!

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Alliteration

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.

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How Long

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?!

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No Title

 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!

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He's Not Crazy

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.