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Olatunji Samson Poem
How would you
discern,when you
trouble,When life and
feelings pictures
struggle:If you find
yourself in a jungle-
Findind yourself at the
extreme corner of the
world:Your sentience
becomes somehow
sore? Day you
understand your life
record,Waking hours
you are called as
expiator-Telling us to
listen to your
testimony:When your
prayer only on
satiety.
Expected of you i
sense,Thee try to ask
the divine creator..Lest
He be thy mentor.
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Olatunji Samson Poem
Under the greenwood
tree,under the coolest
shadow,whose love
with me stay..who want
to kiss me there?
Where a tune of sweet
merry Where
birds chirping and
singing,
Waiting they we want to
sing: Only you i
want to
see;
Come to show your how
much,Love or what to
think? Love to
live in the sun,Seeking
my food i eat.
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Olatunji Samson Poem
Under the greenwood
tree,under the coolest
shadow,whose love
with me stay..who want
to kiss me there?
Where a tune of sweet
merry Where
birds chirping and
singing,
Waiting they we want to
sing: Only you i
want to
see;
Come to show your how
much,Love or what to
think? Love to
live in the sun,Seeking
my food i eat.
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Olatunji Samson Poem
Under
the
greenwood
tree,under
the
coolest
shadow,whose
love
with
me
stay..who
want
to
kiss
me
there?
Where
a
tune
of
sweet
merry
Where
birds
chirping
and
singing,
Waiting
they
we
want
to
sing:
Only
you
i
want
to
see;
Come
to
show
your
how
much,Love
or
what
to
think?
Love
to
live
in
the
sun,Seeking
my
food
i
eat.
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Olatunji Samson Poem
Come
away
my
stupid
master,
Acceptable
way
i
wish
to
plea-
Driving
me
around
with
your
decree...
My
year
i
cherished
1960.
I
fear
no
more
of
thy
heat,
Nor
the
furious
winter's
rages
of
thee
¡ Though
thy
hand
so
unbearable,
Never
i
dismay
of
your
edict.
Come
away
my
stupid
master,
Name
rejected
by
all
Afrika...
Your
life
of
command
has
come
and
gone.
Here
you
are
my
stupid
master,
Roaming
around
like
a
wanderer.
Running
like
a
fastest
cheetah...
Never
yee
find
a
rest
for
a
shelter.
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Olatunji Samson Poem
How would you
discern,when you
trouble,When life and
feelings pictures
struggle:If you find
yourself in a jungle-
Findind yourself at the
extreme corner of the
world:Your sentience
becomes somehow
sore? Day you
understand your life
record,Waking hours
you are called as
expiator-Telling us to
listen to your
testimony:When your
prayer only on
satiety.
Expected of you i
sense,Thee try to ask
the divine creator..Lest
He be thy mentor.
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Olatunji Samson Poem
Your
work
are
seen
deep,numberless
as
the
sand
of
the
sea,great-
like
wonder-
makers....serving
as
my
good
leader.
Authors
depend
on
your
great
work,Without
you
they
are
void...your
name
good
in
mentioning.Learners
also
want
to
listen
to
it.... .....SAM........
Hahaha .
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Olatunji Samson Poem
Catastrophe!
catastrophe!!
catastrophe!!!
Our
land
so
much
holy
for
you
i
hear,
As
legs
running
helter
skelter;
Women
on
this
land
byeing
their
shelter.
Catastrophe!
Catastrophe!!
Catastrophe!!!
As
children
crying
for
dangling
breast-
in,In
like
the
men
fearless,fearing.Damsel
of
this
land
cannot
be
seeing.
Catastrophe!
Catastrophe!!
Catastrophe!!!
This
mansions
are
meant
for
me,Fearless
lion
why
picking
their
race,No
one
to
tel
me
why
all
this?
Catastrophe!
yet
not
catastrophe...Sun
in
this
great
rain:What
a
strange.
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Olatunji Samson Poem
One thousand for one
day,Says the prodigal
child,Two thousands
two days,Says the
greedy son,Your
pocket is full of
treasures-Your
stomach demanding for
something;Spending two
days in a day,How
would you cope with the
rest. Campus ladies
have taken you
away,Just only on their
hot chest.MISS wasters
welldone on your
guys.One day they say
byebye,Their you say
it's normal.Your cry
should not be in
summer.
Turn back He calleth
you,That you may see
hunky-dory.JESUS can
tell you a real story.On
your He is feeling sorry.
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Olatunji Samson Poem
Citing
from
this
corridor
of
my
b.q.Last
leg
to
the
house
of
mine
i.q;i
guess
one
enough
for
greater
comprehension.
Little
i
see
man
doeth
in
HIS
time,Make
me
sure
time
for
everything,Mr.FELE
was
once
a
carpenter.
Trees
thick
and
woods
he
knows
well,Now
Mr.FELE
cannot,because
rich
is
he
so.Forgetting
his
past
old
days.
Consider
an
affluenced
man
well
known:Now,they
saw
him
pushing
trucks
in
market-
Remembering
his
past
good
old
days.
Time
comes
and
change
situations,In
such
where
your
position,A
time
to
get
and
a
time
to
lose..Your
time
determines
by
you.
Anyhow
comes
it
use
it
will.
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