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Abimbola Mosobalaje Davis Poem
But who washed her in pains
That her tears, soil to drain
When innocent mind blots in grief
Affliction that is intransigent
The mystery that brought tears
To His hands she await in fears
But as sun kisses her naked eyes
Drained her pains, heavenly friend
As the drip passes fluids to her hole
To her daughter she smiles
Agonies of her absence in loneliness
The nakedness of the truth, she will know
That today is the time since awaited
And the kiss of the sun again
From the glass pane of the window
The gentleness of its touch
That, of course, is the heaven dew
Eyes now brownish, date given now due
In gentleness, she closes her eyes
In tears, her daughter knows she’s gone
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Tipsy, we were together
Happiness, we lived together
By the malls hands we held
Love unsaid you led
In truth, I knew we were friends
When first our roads so met
That no fiend will do us part
In love, in trust and happiness
Living to love, our betterment
Pains, joy in togetherness
Until the day you pressed the pause
Like a woman in sudden menopause
When medic in sorrow announcement
Alone now I sing, mimicry of your song
But today this dirge I sang
Because your mouth stopped to sing
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The flying hills and its tinted gold
Its pyramids and the blinking moulds
Beautiful the night, a city behold
New dawn it was at Bur Dubai
The city that never boasts of mountain
Infertile the land unfriendly the grains
Until comes a dreamer called Maktoum
Muhammed, the son to raise the tune
At the sea end stands nations inertia
In father’s desires, Maktoum built to sky
Descendants of warriors, to sea he claimed
To build the Palms, the earth, for world to hail
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Citizens in culture crossed
Morals lost in distance chase
Flowers wither at night
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Heaven to earth bows
Sweet colours in mix and folds
Rain swallows whole
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There lives a woman
In a village of the West
Besides where lake amazes
Where torrents do crashes
Her tender hand waves the maize
To buy or eat and free your hunger
By her side lays her kits
The woods, the coals, the matches
In her eyes lives the kindness
Happy, her hut waits on her baby
The one the maize will make a maid
But the passersby, is a man of leisure
He trots, bluffs, and clutches her maize
In happiness, she gave her grace
But the man is but a load of blades
Her lace, he grooved and bolted like mice
To the runner of her treasure
Sad, the woman besides the lake
She’ll grunt, smiles and squirms!
Until her curse arrests the swine.
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In my youth I have known none but you,
molded I was of your words,
in your hind I was shielded,
but now Mama you are gone,
to whom shall I know in similitude?
With this hand I passed unto you,
the dust,
this it is, the dust
dust to dust,
but the dust I passed,
will be passed unto me too.
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Serendipity, sun do smiles
European titles in mind
Royally, I was at Garros
England, Wimbledon, my crowns
Nigh, the glory from Aussies
Arthur Ashe, the home in honour
When honours came calling
In contrast to their aims
Love the game, win to claim
Like Masada, majestic in beauty
In its flowers engraved my name
Angel, egg, the game I play
My hands the world is laid
Serena, my name is the game
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Who will shirk me of this load
The garment so heavy I'm weak
Heaven in cry, world in bleak
Like wet rag, cloth I wear
The sorrow, the pains I bear
Heavy it is to carry, these tears
In fear I saw them cold
Cold, cold, in tons and folds
Glum the faces of elderlies
In cold, in tears, it's over
Subdued is me, Manchester
But strong these kids hola
To terror face they sang
In smiles, in cries, in smiles
Above cowardly acts we are
Thank you kids, thank you, Ariana
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Our minds in mouths agape
When lost the game at Ashe
Our minds with you in pains
Shaking we are in silence
Aces lost in paces
Paces of your races
Sour the foot to graces
Unforced errors not disgraces
But despair not in losses
Losses unforced to errors
This sun briefly is down
Tomorrow rise it will
Brief is scepter denied today
But aces will bring the maces
Your aura to borders in order
Our love unfettered to measure
Cry not Serena
Today we are in joy deflated
Tomorrow will bring lost aces
When aces shall bring lost graces
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