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Best Poems Written by Segun Ogundeko

Below are the all-time best Segun Ogundeko poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Giant Lumberjack

There was a very old giant lumberjack of England,

who was invited to dinner at a wood-house upland,

but the chimney was a wee bit low,

and the doorway came up to his toe,

he cut down the house and they dined on bare land.

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The Old Man and the Lord

There was a certain very, very, old man of Stamford,

who was asked to appear before a very great lord,

his heart then beat very wildly,

and he jittered around madly,

he tumbled and died, and in heaven met the greatest lord.

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The Astronaut's Wife

As he hastily prepared on the side of the moon,
she stood on top of the earth too,
both were indeed married too soon,
but her passion ebbed true,

she howled his name to the moon over and over,
until coyotes cried in her plight,
and the tide beckoned to her lover,
whose breath romanced the waters at night,

eclipsed the heavens a flashing bath,
the Astronaut's wife-heave does her heart in a row,
as a shooting star guided to earth,
come dawn, he will be home to end her sorrow.

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Magic

Oh, please, please, high crowned magician,

that’s come to town with the circus,

with upturned moustache like a royal Persian,

oh how I counted days wondrous Marcus,

that surely is your name mister mystery man,

holding night’s dreams in broad light,

do cull and curl a blue mist from your silver pan,

rendering science wrong than right,

oh yes please, most strange and powerful gifted one,

with a hand’s dip in your hat’s deep,

and a left finger’s hush in dramatic warn,

come fill my eyes with a drunken sip,

once again, turn dream’s key with abracadabra,

to fly fairy winged butterflies and bunnies,

blue, green, white and even silver, yes abracadabra,

taking me into wonderland on flying ponies,

magic man snap and dip in your great inspiration,

let them come like dust in my attic,

for my fascination will never be called hallucination,

I’ll never call it trickery but plain magic.