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Best Poems Written by Oluwatobi Ogundiran

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That's When I'Ll Stop Loving You

When Christmas come in June
In the heat of the summer
And two moons shine at noon
In the heavens and yonder
When the cock crows at midnight
And birds croon at twilight
When with harmattan comes sleet
And white bears thrive in the heat
When the sea produces water fresh
And the Inferno freezes over
When the reveille sounds for retirement
And in war no one dies on the battlement
When all these happens, it is true
That's when I'll stop loving you.

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This Too Shall Pass

Gnashing of teeth and quenched 
hope
Cold hands of despair and a 
bleak future
Clutching desperately to the 
shreds of tranquility
And the rays of sunlight eclipsed 
forever
This too shall pass

The land pregnant with barreness
And forlorn caressing your soul      Wisps of 
the delights of a Time 
long gone
Tormenting you with every 
ragged breath
This too shall pass

The world around seems to 
crumble
With apocalyptic likeness 
and the frailty of an ancient 
structure
The wind moaning, echoing 
your grief
The tendrils of the new flower 
shrivelled up like leaf in the 
harmattan
This too shall pass

Gongs of doom clang incessantly
And you long for 
the sweet release of death
The fortitude has long withered 
An imprint of your soul is all that 
remains
This too shall pass

And now the eclipse is over
And fresh rays of tomorrow warm our 
frigid hearts
Your crack of smile is like music 
to my heart
Because I told you:
This too shall pass.

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Rain

Rain, rain down on me
An explosion of colours
The scent of freshness

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Butterfly

Ply your silken path
You butterfly -
Let the sun refract your iridiscent colours
Of rouge and earth and sky
Taste the nectar of freedom in the wind
And glide unbridled on the wings of 
possibility
Perch high and eschew
The matrix of shrubbery
Lest you cocoon in the fist
Of infantile curiousity
Ply your silken path, butterfly
Descend with your clan like confetti
Close yet not so close
The thrill of your elusion is the spark of my 
elation
The seed of green countenance for us earth 
bound
Fly away, butterfly
In your flurry of colours

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A Man of Lily

Head honcho, forever bristling
Bleached exterior, this mask of 
countenance
Princey, let me kiss you, my liege
We are only Men in Black -
Chieftain for the cause
Priest of neoclassism
Maestro of Propriety
You are.

He stamps and huff - truth or 
farce?
This I do not know - I heard
Still the serprent, however sly leaves a print
It slithers - yes, and leaves a print -
Wiil Imposer
Chief Impostor
Usurper 
You are.

Head honcho of feline wit
Your back never rests next to our 
feet
This bloated extremity of covetousness
Is bottomless, an abyss, a vacuum -
Pathetic dominus
Bringer of Locusts
Cowrie counter
You are

Truly you desire this:
My lips pressed to your rear
My face mopping the earth
My nails digging the crust
The Goddess' emissary
Meister of duplicity
Exalted Prince
You are.

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Mutiny

Blue chips stared - boring
Appraising. 'Do you have anything 
to say?'
I stare back. Bristling. 
Eyes streaming.Of course I had opinions to 
offer -
I look around: solemn masks tinged with 
dissidence. My 
comrades - are we faulted?
I am the Head; I must speak.
Deep breaths. I conjure my favourite fantasy
'We offer our apology - and hope 
we are still in your good books -'
Pontificates. Obnoxious man; I chew my lips
'Oh, if you were out of my good 
books we wouldn't be having this 
conversation.'
I stare at the faces flanking him. 
Baboons before their master. 
Nose spasms; eyes twitching:
I get the message but ignore.
Deafening silence stretches 
into impudence.
Sweet relish at his petulance.
You know not what you are 
dealing with -
Haven't you heard of the notorious village 
boys?

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Mona Lisa

Canvas of eternal adoration;
Man's best use of gouache -

What do you know, Mona?
That lurks beneath your smirk?
What do you conceal, Lisa?
Shrouded in the folds of enigma?

Your lips spurn the lust
Of jutting phalluses
Your eyes drill the soul
Of many a dubious folk
'Cause you know, you know -
What is it that you know?
Bards confess sage
At the touch of your radiance
Hands wield bristols
At the glimpse of your perfection
Supreme Mother of Creativity
From whose lips issue 
The breath of Muse

Canvas of 
eternal 
adoration
Man's best 
imitation.

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Yuletide

In this Season, they find Him;
Pauper's babe asleep in the barn.
They gaze skyward to ponder the stars,
And deny apostasy.

Colours red, white and green,
Chows, bountiful and green,
Carols musical and serene,
Alto, soprano mixed within.

You, plunged neck-deep
In Solomon's misdeed,
Now you can retrieve
Shards of penance and relief!

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Africa

O, Dark Continent, bountiful and blessed
Ebony and ethereal; glittering like polished 
tar
A sanguine soul, exuding greatness
Plagued with a plethora of inhumanity
To suit imperial incontinence
Plodding through the Third World with a 
humiliating history
Yet standing out tall, optimistic and proud
Infused with many tribes and beliefs;
A cauldron filled with favoured spices
You, whose reach extends to the frays 
Of Europe and Carribea
Whose tears blossom vegetation
Africa, find solace in your existence
And show the world that you are good!