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Tutuola Michael Poem
written:may/30/2009
You must go,yes!
Go against slumber,
When even early birds ignore worms,
But the falling thorns purnish gurus
As the roaming anti-mother blanket kills faint gurulings.
Here we march marshals,
Along grumbling swift paces,we shall!
Walking-yarn appetises expectations,
Since many paths leads to the road.
Diverging to coverge,we must!
As swarming of the apocalyptic plague of the book,
Brushing along all along that belongs,
Into the shipping tower,we all plunge.
Now blinking sea-eyes of a naked mind,
All beholding spoons for a bloodless war.
Its too late to retrieve and hot to hold.
An often dreaded monster you face,
Must in "Government call" retire.
Yes! warm to hum,
like a soldier into war,
triumphant but not victorious.
When asked why? we say,
this is the ROAD TO FSLT.
BY:TUTUOLA MICHAEL
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I see through your naked soul,
like laser beam across spring waters.
thunder-strike my liverless matter,
with sight of thor-like spirit.
I grace the grassy Himalayas,
like emperor in a royal dynasty
And master of my canines,
for I am the Tibetan Mastif.
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DEMONS ALSO CRY
Beyond the crave for death
All I sought was first,
Weep-not my newborn soul
Where fireflies shine lighter than the lamps
And fishes swam faster than their homes
Like trampled troubled tramps,
Then, demons also cry.
Groans and moans of pain,
Down they roam like rain
Memories sparked with flashes of feisty flare
For all that is left is nothing but darkness
Piercing the thread of our bond
That even angels dare not dare
Then, demons also cry
Here, days brimmed with sadness
To miscarriage of nights darkness
That even birds glide backward
And when asked why, we say, its nature to nurture
Conscience lye frozen in muss, has God punished us?
Que sera, sera and all go wayward,
Then, demons are also crying
By Tutuola michael
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Digiti minimi
We only see the log in their occuli
And rain arrows at our enemies
God does not play dice!
Lame we lay inordinati
Like holidays on a Sunday
Unknown in my modus operandi
Since I am just another pinky.
Anatómico numero, you say?
Then let the lesser weigh
Take me like a royal hemerocallis
For, I am your digiti minimi.
By :Tutuola michael
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Olusola!!!
A shoulder for the beholder,
A rose amidst forgetful thorns,
A green leaf in a golden savanna meadow
And a light for a lonely shadow.
Rest baba;
Rest on our rocky pillow,
Rest baba;
Rest on our belly with earthly blanket,
We have come again with love,
Here without bother,
We are here again in mournful memories,Olusola
That you keep resting,
Till we meet again.
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Out of a dark-wet laboratory,I came amputated.
To grab a world out of my grasp.
When all my limbs are halted,comes a "god"
Off stylomastoid foramen,
Praying-pass the ganglion of difficulty,
Wielding,five headed- sword;all for me.
Upon my genu, I hail thee.O almigthy,
"pes anserinius major"
By:Tutuola michael
Copyright © Tutuola Michael | Year Posted 2011
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Disguised
chameleon skin
If my sea weed is greener,
the coast is clear for your sheep's.
Your lions faces are meaner,
than my innocence of friendship.
Rebellion being
Destroy my child's placenta.
As you wish,if it makes you lighter.
In all,homeless are you in "mans" agenda.
At the abyss of the "cordis",am left none but happier.
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