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Alumbugu Akolo Poem
when i look at you;a beautiful soul.
when i look at you i see fireworks
when i look at you i hear songs
when i look at your i hear moans
when i look at i hear angels
when i look at you i hear laughters
when i look at you i flip new
chapters
when i look at you i see idle
chatters
when i look at you i hear hausa
music
when i look at you i see spanish
music
when i look at you i hear partys
peaking
when i look at you i think
lovemaking
when i look at you i hear kids
sooshing
when i look at you i see us ageing
when i look at you i get mixed
feelings
when i look at and you look at me,
i know we are meant to be.
when i look at you and you look at
me
i know we will never be.
when i look at you and you look at
him
i see the beauty of irony.
most of all i learn a lesson;not to
look at someone that looks at
someone else.
Copyright © Alumbugu Akolo | Year Posted 2013
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Alumbugu Akolo Poem
busy men,scatter like travel of
pain,
through every road;every nerve
end.
they push me;push through my
rays.
walk pass me,afraid to lend a gaze,
alone,frustrated,pouring out my
heat waves,
i watch as they forget i need them.
busy men,walking back-straight
back,
through same roads-same or
different cars
glad that i am leaving,to natures'
park.
they walk pass me without regards,
talk less about on weather forcast.
heading home,alone.
someone is an island after all.
will somebody be kind enough,
to sit and watch?
busy men will never see the
beauty of a sunrise.
busy men-will never see the
beauty of anything in life.
Copyright © Alumbugu Akolo | Year Posted 2013
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Alumbugu Akolo Poem
go around my
group of
seedlings,
go about my
lush of green
leaves.
do not thread
on my efforts
please,
do not rain
upon my
drying leaves.
lend a tap on
the back to me,
lend a
compliment,try
to please.
my plants
wither
because no
one sees.
pick a tour
group or a
guide,
take the dying
soil for a ride.
see the
cassava trees,i
swell with
pride.
try a produce;
invest in time.
time!
thats what a
lazy farmer
buys
thats all his
imaginations
provide.
though the
farm is barren
now
though its
fallow for a
year now
time will
provide all we
need,
time will put
the lazy
farmer out of
misery
he sits;hand to
cheeks
he sits,he falls
to sleep.
that is all he
did these
passed season.
thats all he
reaped for
some reason.
go around my
ripening reaps,
taste a
few,take a few.
while leaving
wake me
while leaving
wake me.
Copyright © Alumbugu Akolo | Year Posted 2013
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