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Best Poems Written by Osayande Osaghae

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The Sailor With the One-Eyed Look

'Twas a cold wintry day
the road was frozen white and gleamin'
a pale sun stood over the clouds
watching them float lazily by
in the corner of a street
on a flat stone, so to speak
sat an old man, bearded and bare
he is the sailor with the one-eyed look

Sat as straight as a ramrod, did he,
back to the blizzard, now astride
with fingers so numb, eyes dim to see
getting a ha'penny from a passer-by
tramps and urchins flocked at he,
told them stories of the seas, he did
with arms a'waving like sails, you see
a gleam of joy in his eyes show'd

For he'd been to the wars
sailing on the ships of Her Majesty
seen it all, he's did, and lived,
came back home to muffins and tea
t'was on the seas he lost an eye
plucked out in an enemy fight
wounded and left behind to die
but didn't, and now home and dry

Retired from Her Majesty's service, he'd
now homeless, helpless, this once proud sailor
left with neither coin, nor a roof over his head
forced to the slums, living out of the gutter
t'was a piteous sight to behold, fie it!
would'a loved to chomp on choicy bit
displayed in the streets like in mama's kitchen
but not for his palate, just to be seen

Then it came, one bright sunny day
oh, what a bliss from snow and hail
tramps and children, out to play
free from the fear of icy pain
but alas! no sign of the sailor
save a snowy effigy, and on it his comb
for while snow lasted, the snow tailor'd
a snowy covering on him; it was his tomb!

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Prayer

Pray in times of doubt
Pray in times of drought
Pray when the skies are dark
Pray when the soul sin's caught.

Pray when the rainbow looms
Pray when the thunders boom
Pray when life's in disarray
Pray when the flowers bloom.

Prayer is the utmost height
Prayer is the saint's delight
Prayer's force no being can face
Prayer helps to walk the Light.

Prayer keeps the soul from death
Prayer gives the soul full health
Prayer pray from start to end
Prayer shows the saint's full strength!

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Wine-Spiration

The man most prone to tears
is one who's drunk some beers

the man most prone to sigh
is one who's drunk some rye

the man most prone to pee
is one given to whisky

the one most prone to mourn
is one whose tea's laced with bourbon

but the man who believes all he's seen
is one who's soaked to the bones with gin!

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Where Have All the Children Gone

Empty carousels, windswept,
Echoes of pattering feet fading away in the dirge-like wind, mourning like doves.
Empty swings in the park, a waning sun looks mournfully at the little eddies of sand here and there:
All lacking the soft peals of laughter, the chuckles of the innocent...
Where have all the children gone?

The yolk-coloured sun, sour tasting,
signalling the end of a long, dreary day. The fluttering, whimpering,
weary limbs creaking,
the end of an era, only reminiscences of vigour
when hoary white was inky black...
Why, have all the children gone?

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Market Day

Hustle bustle
all the day;
chitter chatter
all the way.

Pitter patter
goes the feet;
credit debit 
watch them fit.

Ponder wonder,
goes the mind;
"holla! did i
make a find?"

Whimmy whammy
swing the gates;
flimmy flammy
"we're in haste!"

Blunder Flounder
through the gates;
helter skelter
what a waste!

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The Child Soldier

I was born of the Eternal Flame,
forged in the Fires of Divine Will;
I was weaned in the fields of gore,
learnt to walk on the odes of yore..

shooting 'fore i learned to walk,
shooting fair an' shooting well;
I was weaned in the fields of gore,
bore the brunt of bards and lore..

i could tell a grenade from a pear,
knew a bullet 'fore i knew rice grains;
I was weaned in the fields of gore,
my milk was taint'd with bloody spore..

walked the fields than mama's cot,
stones for a bed, not velvety rest;
I was weaned in the fields of gore,
strong as iron, like lodestone ore..

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A Friend

A Friend is that fellow
that touches you with so much love
that all you can do is just follow 
and look up to like the stars above

A Friend is that person 
that knows your every worth
and bestows every blessing
even though you've been uncouth

A Friend, oh, how pleasant is he!
your heart leaps for joy at the sight of him
you wish and wish, to always be
wherever the rays of his friendship beam

A Friend is a person who takes to you
not for money, nor for gain,
nor to take you as a fool
he shares in your every pang and pain

A Friend is like diamonds, so precious
hard to find, harder to desert
you cherish them more with each passing hour
like winter'd streams in a sun-baked desert

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The Poet's Mood

Loose words,
Pour from my poem;
Those words,
Like a requiem.

Express,
My inner fears;
Impress,
My charming dears.

I write,
To while the night;
And fight,
Its deathly fright.

At dawn,
Atop my desk;
I won,
And wore my crest!

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Cold

Cold
as Ice
bold
as mice
small
as rice
play
as dice

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Salvation

one dark night at Calvary
our lives to His, we marry
in wholesome and blissful matrimony
that will last for all eternityl