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Akinsehinwa Damilola Poem
My heart is yet on the globe,
The erroneous proceedings from Adam;
Which led to successive diversity,
Further deepening till this morning,
The bleeding sore of disintegration,
Bequeathed to the result of today.
Seven continents they become,
Originally one as trinity;
Like that in the upper room,
Distorted accent and language,
Further sinking beneath unity;
To the state at hand today
There was a mind of possibilities
With formidable determination
That benefited from the division
These brains could have been harnessed
To revivify our world,
But for the knave that left us here today
I crave mending glue,
Joining the Antarctic crevices;
Sucking dry Arctic waters,
In return to a unified world,
Eden of the genesis with many colours;
A mirage? But here we are today!
Copyright © Akinsehinwa Damilola | Year Posted 2015
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Akinsehinwa Damilola Poem
Once upon a war
Soldiers thudding firmly
The ground below their feet,
Boot raising the sleeping dusts.
To a course well known
Perhaps this is their last.
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Once upon a defeat
Earned with blood
Of martyrs, perhaps gullible
Littering the field once under them.
One, two three shots.
It is rest-in-peace
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Once upon a General,
Dogged and courageous,
Strong but firm
Sitting and hugging
His knees with face
Buried in-between.
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Once upon a story
Stealing tears from an eye
That saw it all,
With darkness on the other
And a dying voice
Echoing defeat and regrets.
Copyright © Akinsehinwa Damilola | Year Posted 2016
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Akinsehinwa Damilola Poem
The young plant;
borne out of that little seed
produced by the bigger one
hoping to be big someday
as it endures the harsh
but necessary sunlight
almost uprooted by the
vital vind, but for the soil
which hold firm its root
and its determination of maturity
That big tree
Aiding the solitude of men
out of its broad shade
was once a small plant
that perseveres the moments
when discomforts was its food
and resilience, its gymnastic
hoping again that one day
it will be laid to eternal rest
as a beautiful furniture in your home
Copyright © Akinsehinwa Damilola | Year Posted 2015
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Akinsehinwa Damilola Poem
While growing up
The creed my culture inculcates that
Respect ye thy elders
Is now lying lifeless outside the beautiful 20th century's gate.
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Little did I move than I realized a frozen limb
After her little palm roughly caressed my weedy chin
Somewhat close to a Shrek's touch.
It had garnered enough momentum for the feat.
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My voice filled the entire room within me.
My 'Ha' bears little weight of exclamation
But I mumbled it with lips agape
As I watched her proud-to-do physiognomy disappear
Through the door before me.
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As my heart, thuds the wall of my ribs
I danced, enjoying the sour melody all alone.
But the cadence drastically dropped till death
And there I remained motionless
As tears' fountain seem dry.
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Wake up! Again I yelled but within
"Pursue" my heart advised "rip her."
But did I hear 'sorry sir?'
Like they that dream, I found just enough strength
To recall all what seem like hours, but 'twas minutes
Which unfolded even under the nose of my Lover.
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"Seventeen years age difference washed down the drain?"
"You should command respect for yourself" father roared.
Jostling me back to now.
"Sorry sir" just like her, I said.
Cause and effect, my ears still echoes...
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Akinsehinwa Damilola Poem
There is a night
so dark, yet so bright.
Only the blind sees through.
There is a song
so loud yet inaudible.
Only the ear-less discerns.
There is a food
so sweet yet so bitter.
Only the tongueless enjoys.
There is a path
so wide, yet so narrow.
Only the amputees treads
May the truth set you free!
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Akinsehinwa Damilola Poem
Traditional epic put on show
With Colorful attires here and there
As we dance in celebration
Of great ‘men-from-heaven’.
Our ancestors has come again
Like they appeared every other year
There rain of blessings we await
For a good omen for the season
“Your soil shall remain fertile”
“Your harvest shall abound”
“Your Animals shall get fatter”
“Your children shall grow stronger”
“Ase, Amin ase oooo”
We shout merrily
Acknowledging their blessings
As they prayed in their quavering celestial voice
Myth dissipating, foreigners say;
But when our success comes to play,
Like the captivity of Zion,
They marvel like a dream
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Akinsehinwa Damilola Poem
From an era immemorial
you have nourish so many; young and old,
Quenching the thirst of expressions,
Filling the bricks of emotion.
You spur men’s intrinsic sixth sense
With aroma so enchanting,
Leaving men’s heart in awe
and ending a long shivering.
How I want you more,
Oh sour soup of divinity.
Gratify my desire for bliss,
and heal mine long craving for expression.
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Once, covertly, I wandered deep in my thoughts
Cloudy but murky, I must have been worried
Why do men die?
Said I to myself; which path to tread back to immortality.
Or am I lost within mine own self?
Once, covertly, I wandered deeper in my thoughts
Vehemently but passionately, I argued loud
Why are men poor?
Said I to myself; which path to tread back to riches.
Or am I lost within mine own self?
Once, covertly, I wandered to the deepest of my thoughts
Wordlessly but loudly, I must have been worried
Of what gain is politics?
Said I to myself; which path to tread back to true democracy
Or am I lost within myself?
Once, covertly, I wandered more in my thoughts
Honestly this time to my conscience
Is war coming?
Said I to myself; which path to tread back to peace- quivering.
Or am I still lost within mine own self?
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Akinsehinwa Damilola Poem
We were; yes we were!
Brewed for this day.
Innured a yoked thicket.
Offing but at the nose tip
Till we had a stomach full
Receiving more, yet, we keep.
The bitter-tasting dark fluid.
Which settles in our veins.
Blurring our sight
And quaking our feet.
Our feet? Thorned for irrigation
Of blood and sweat.
The flower rejoiced; we winced.
Perseverance replaced our view
As Eldorado floods our sight.
Copyright © Akinsehinwa Damilola | Year Posted 2020
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