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Native Americans

White world and white words 
Old in heart but yet peaceful
Symbol of greatness.

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Christmas Conjugal

On the fifth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me 
Five golden rings...

The land flooded cold
In the impeccable hue of winter stones
Snows here and there.

The trees could not but fold
Into beautiful harmless white drones
Plugged into a snow sandwich.

Sounds of chimes: sweet chimes
A voice escape of a stringed Christmas song
Hushed melt of voices' patterns.

Joyful laughters: a joy of times
The bridal train, classic and long
With floras dressed in the garment of green.

The conjugal bliss of the blessed season
The vows and the divine kiss
The dance and a new beginning.

A fulfillment for love reason
A launch into a forever partnership bliss
The covenant godly and ringly sealed.

Five golden rings 
Snow here there
Plugged into a snow sandwich
Hushed melt of voices pattern
With floras dressed in the garment of green
The dance and a new beginning
The covenant godly and ringly sealed.

03/12/2013

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Poet Destroyer A

When I first heard your name
I felt you detest this poetry game

But you are a lover,
A giver of courage
That my poetry race is not over
And to my writing a new page.

You ignite in me a new flame,
And allowed me in your hall of fame.

You are a mother,
Mother of the poetry village 
Your soup makes me forge further
Your love, my great advantage.

For poetry, all I can tame, 
For your stopping by never leaves me the same.

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Shooting Stars

This night I am sad.
My eyes gaze the gathering galaxy
Seated upon the sky spread
Selfishly seek a shooting star.

I seek it so bad
Such sight my thought asking
My tea cold beside a frigid bread
I moan on the mowed green grass.

I love stars
Shooting star much more
Sparkling sparkles, glittering glitters
A little mighty awe
Twinkling littles lively and true.

For a good night rest
I need it  bid me... 
And at my voice crest
I started humming

For this nightly night,
Echoes of darkness
A shooting
Star.

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Mother's Hug

Leaving home
To pursue a life
She bursted into tears
Like a detonated time bomb
And I felt I could split half
She drew me close
Her arms swallowed mine
It was a meaningful pose
The only reason of her fine

THE HUG

Words escaped her
But the messages were clear
From the bossom of her hug
'God loves you
As I do too
Let this be your shelter
Further and farther
Remember me always
In all your ways
Warm, wet , dry and cold
From my heart of gold
Achieve everything
I'll miss you'

I melted feet cold
I secured warmth
From the tea mug
For her assurance another hug
To ground her faith.
Her hands searched mine to hold
As I must go.  

THE HUG AGAIN...

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Adjectives

A is for angry, a passion hot and burning,
B is for beautiful, always a damsel yearning.

C is for callous, the ungodly wicked act,
D is for doting, such love can so much impact.

E is for energetic, big strong pocket Hercules,
F is for foolish, an unwise approach to my exercises.

G is for greedy, synonymous to a glutton
H is for hot temper, a destroyer of virtues gotten.

I is for impetuous, the risk of irrationality,
J is for joyous, a state of delight of souls nationality.

K is for kind, rewarding act of helping,
L is for loving, found a synonym for doting.

M  is for meek, angelic attribute and non-devil…,
N is for new, the same for the word 'novel'.

O is for ossified, father's rules rigid and fixed,
P is for peaceful, the calm feeling when kissed,
 
Q is for queer, strange like the itch from a peppermint balm,
R is for reliable, God's attribute in every Psalm.

S is for soft, the touch of a mother,
T is for tedious, boring, pants for another.

U is for united, one mind, a great entry,
V is for vociferous, my sister's repeated loud complaints to a tree.

W is for willing, not compelled like the call of saints,
X is for xenophobic, the fear of strangers' paints.

Y is for youthful, prepared to take on life's dangers,
Z is for zealous, the weapon of the power rangers.

So much fun learning vocabs of adjectives,
Like wielding magical powers of elves.

BIOGRAPHY
Ayoola Goodness Lanre is my name. Born 2nd of March 1989. I am a Nigerian. An 
English language teacher. A poet and other genres of literature. Love children.

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This Little Light of Mine

This Little Light of Mine

I run though with a glow
That seems not to see afar off
But here is my starting point of achievement...
Mighty oceans appreciate every little flow.
Even though the wind  blows tough
I will still keep it with my strength ointment.

Have you seen the world of fireflies?
They attract with such a little fire
So is this little light of mine.
I will illuminate where every darkness lies
For My fire ranks than the strength of a sire
I am not stopping until the shinning greatness sign.

With such a little light
I crave within a powerful burning
Tightly shut up for an explode
I sense it, 'tis a new might
That propels my intent yearning
And anoints my laden goad.

Come little lights, I will come mine
Shine, shine and shine...

And teem beyond this strange destructive dark light
Let's make a light uniquely pure and bright…

For this little light of mine 
I am going to let it shine...




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A Korean Wish

It is a good seen from here
A world borne in magical rays
Express decor, maiden scents
A Korean dream wish.

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Fever

I lost my appetite for delicacy
My pleasures got me angry
Nothing was even making sense. 
Mama got so worried
And I got worrier
The moon sang me loneliness
And I could not catch 
The glimpse of the shooting star.
The ranch got bushy
The horses got infested  
My poor mare got weaker
From short of tours...
Alone in spring and summer 
In my cowboy attire
Heavy sighs ran my veins.
Fever got me on 
For she's far away.

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Christmas Epic

Glorious voices in praises
From the oral of beautiful faces.

Angels flew to and fro
In  a delight void of sorrow.

The God seated upon the throne
In a mysterious glory shone.

Pondering a rise to the man
Who fell at the flat flaws of the woman.

A divine friendship project
An heavenly submitted subject.

And there was the need to send
So for an ending enmity end.

The sacrifice for the closed gap
For men to draw and grace tap.

The Son had such great love
For His abode is love above.

For He chose to be made
And lower than the angels was he made.

In a virgin grace He was breathed
And in the manger at birth held.

Joy broke loose at His arrival
In the streets of men for the come revival.

In heaven was gladness
Such that angels chorused in a depth of goodness

The mother's eyes lighted with an unscathed  glittering
And father's hands patted the divine offspring.

Grew and waxed strong 
And to fulfil He held not too long.

For yet in flesh yet compassionate
Loved still though flanked by hate.
 
Of suffering He brought comfort 
And to sinners He stretched come forth.

A servant to all yet led
For man His blood shed.

Bruised, spitted upon and beaten
As it was written.

The valley of skulls erected His hanged
After the bitter cries of each nail banged.

A silence broke into heaven
And a heat arose as of the oven.

 The sins were melted 
And the gap was mended.

He rose to ascend into glory
For the change of our wretched story.

The pathway of the  saving grace
To draw and see the Father's face. 

And man was made friend  with
At a reconciliation sincerely  lent.
 
The reason for this season
His birth, death and risen.