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Peter Akinjute Poem
Life in its simplistic Nature, undiluted.
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Peter Akinjute Poem
Drops without pity,
chastens with violence its preys,
blessing in disguise.
Copyright © Peter Akinjute | Year Posted 2007
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Peter Akinjute Poem
Slovenly it looks
like it was never cared for;
the kuramo beach
Copyright © Peter Akinjute | Year Posted 2007
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Peter Akinjute Poem
In a crumbling world of mine,
lies a heart of pains.
Thoughts of her swept
me off my feets.
Becoming wreaked
because, the body was heaved
to moving about.
Helplessly stagnant to a point.
Hardly was she aware
of my deepest felt love,
feelings and sincerity
coz, of her newly found desire.
Would i now become one
of those congregation that knells
or rolls on the floor
for mercy?
For how long would this be?
That i would keep selling a part
of my birthright on kneels.
All for love.
Am i really a fool?
that nature kicks around.
Is it really all about
L-O-V-E?
Can i get a lift
to take me across this dungeon?
to a land filled with milk and honey.
Or where lies my fate
in this contextual World?
Copyright © Peter Akinjute | Year Posted 2007
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At last, the tiny long
silence broke into the wide air.
Breaking forth with force,
and thus poluting the air.
At last, fear broke into reality
inhaling the dusty air of sorrow.
Undoubtedly disintergrated
Life! LIfe!! LIfe!!!
At last, what would become of this reality
t'is feared reality?
The days turned into the nights,
and the nights into the day.
Dislike was sought-after,
becoz, luv'd to be fought-against.
Invariably a difficult task,
could it ever be completed?
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Here it comes
For i to feel.
Though it matters
But i seem to count it less.
Here it comes again
Just as a reminder,
For me to weigh its departure.
Same i did to push away.
I thought it would leave with time
But here it comes again.
Never knew it was for a cause.
That i may keep reverencing its departed presence.
Though she means a lot,
More than you could think of.
Six-feets below she lies.
Her presence i strongly feel,
Just as it were you reading me.
Here it comes again
Not to disturb me.
She loves to make me happy and focused
That i might not derail.
Here it comes again
Coz, she loves to see me again.
To nurture and care
Just as she did do then.
A place in my heart
You definitely would find her.
For she lives as though
Dead she is.
I love to meet with her again
Not so quick in a bargain
For life's purpose i sustain
To obtain before i seize to reign
Do i pray to attain.
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Again and again in a world
dreaded I most.
For unknown certainties tears apart
the collated I.
Again and again in a world
Faith of him seemest to fall
for unknown either like before
in real past one.
Again and again in a world
death! Preferred?
For unknown cruelties puzzle
hearts in fixed making.
Again and again in a world
unfound easiness breath dizziness,
stiff up queasiness so tempest
on this total-fixed thing.
Again and again in a world
ball pen and pad sought
penning down black and white
though as custom, really?
Again and again in a world
dreaded as the sight of a chasing gargantuan cobra,
for unknown certainties questioning
the embittered fixed heart so badly.
Copyright © Peter Akinjute | Year Posted 2011
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Late one afternoon, I saw a star
And I wondered what month we were, in the calendar.
Just as I worked outside, on the printer,
For such is only seen during the winter.
Oh! thou magnificent star
Roaming within the boundaries of space.
My heart beats as thou were afar
As I gazed at thy beautiful face.
I felt thy undiluted fragrance
That gave me an insight into your graceful elegance
The thoughts has often come into my mind, impinging my countenance
If I ever shall feel it real, not in a trance.
I love to confess
My undeserved oneness
Which has brought me loneliness
Of living in a wilderness
I need you to fill that single vacuum,
To give my life an equilibrium.
For thy sake it was created, right from inception
That we may be celebrated in our generation.
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In the spring of Life,
comes fantacies of human actions.
Reaction, becoming an inevitable phenomenon,
thus creating a re-actional feedback.
Normalities of existence indispensably
waiting to be Xplored.
No wonder human beings become
viticm of neccessities.
Life isn't then a place of neglect,
but a place to rebuild broken structures.
Not a place of crisis,
but a palace of Understanding.
An animal-Lion does not create
a panicking enviros or danger for feildmates
coz, an animal-lion is peaceful
and fearless when a palace is built.
Along the road lies a ladder;
carriable by the needy;
dispatchable by the needless,
A strong opportunity for the furture.
Have found my ladder,
thus my hope, strenght,
and the strongwill for a better
tomorrow is regained, i.e
I STILL 'VE A FUTURE.
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Let's do it now before its too late.
The more we move closer,
The more i feel it nearer.
The more it comes closer,
The more our love becomes stronger.
Than we thought, it's becoming faster.
Oh! I can't hold it any longer
coz, it's now greater
Which makes it easier.
Let's quickly do it
That we might reach its peak in season.
Time's almost up for us to be marred or left to live.
It's our only choice for it to be kept burning.
Let me touch thy tatoos
And unveil that which no man has
Ever seen. Just this once, so as to sow a seed
For here they come to mar us,
And destroy all we both worked for.
Copyright © Peter Akinjute | Year Posted 2007
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