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Olawale Famodun Poem
Keep it coming for me;
Let it come, let it come,
I know not how fast
The message of hope or slow
But keep it coming for me.
I am not expecting-
I am only expected;
Let the song flow within me,
Coming for me
Know not how fast
Coming for me, the message
Of deliverance
From disease
From the abyss of poverty.
Keep it coming for me, brother.
All hope, faith, fortitude, greatness, knowledge
And divine magic.
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Olawale Famodun Poem
If I had never known you now
I wonder who I could have been.
A word my soul it haunts, it’s “How?”
How could it be you, you so green!
When you get to the other place,
Make sure one day you recall me.
God, do grant you His thankless grace,
For ghastly you left, you’ll still be.
My thought keeps a picture of you,
Which to no one can I describe,
God, don’t do me as You could do,
Wipe out every curse from my tribe.
The other place which you now face,
Keeps me brooding, “How could that realm be?”
Then, how luckless the human race,
And that no one’s free, even me.
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Olawale Famodun Poem
Take this compliment,
It is for the Jazz in you.
So much the pleasure it gives me
To know you.
Every time a countless shout I make
I know I make it
For the Jazz in you.
You could work your way
To unmatched originality, all
For the Jazz in you.
Your lifestyle and your propensity
Recalls syncopation
For the Jazz in you.
Take the life how hard it is
But with subtlety,
Treat the people how harsh they be
For the Jazz in you.
So, I extend my compliments
A thousand times to you
For not wanting to be
Like anybody else, before or since,
All for the Jazz in you.
So keep it up, the Jazz in you.
To make you to achieve Milestone.
You create excitement in one,
Like syncopation and counterpoint,
While you remain very natural
For the Jazz in you.
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Olawale Famodun Poem
Just travelling on
And still travelling on
Wherever I go
Life meets me there
With sorrow and happiness
And I cannot know
Which is better than the other.
The journey is bleak and bright
There are tears and there is laughter,
But I cannot choose one over the other
Having an option could be disastrous.
I have learnt to read the stars
And travel along as they go
As they go on,
But I wonder if they are watching me.
I keep travelling,
From one settlement to another
I keep travelling
From one experience to another.
I never know if the life changes are temporary or permanent
But it may never really matter
Where the paths are crooked and straight
And straight and crooked again
Where the paths are elevated and depressed
And depressed and elevated again,
Studying the stars
Never know if they are studying me.
The place I am today determines
The place I may be tomorrow,
But tomorrow and today
Are as unreal as a
Broad continuous surface water
On a significantly arid land.
I keep travelling as we do
One settlement to another settlement,
Endless journey- endless time,
The solace is in the travelling.
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Olawale Famodun Poem
The lake was then dry, not even dank,
The tortoise himself had grown lank.
The fox had departed the field,
Since the scorching sun was no shield.
The geese, like the plovers before,
Voyaged to some hills of galore.
Tortoise who was known to be sly
Became rueful turning to cry.
How can two geese make tortoise fly,
Needs of hills of galore supply?
A long stick put on tortoise’s mouth,
We hold on both ends flying south.
‘Soon we’ll get to hills of galore,
Where there’s water, plants and much more.’
‘What if tortoise speaks as we fly,
To warnings he may not comply?’
Between his teeth he held the stick,
Having promised never to speak.
The two geese held the sticks’ two ends,
Each on one side as Tortoise’s friends.
Soon they rose high into the skies,
How the three thought themselves so wise.
Over hills, vales and plains they flew,
Over cities they never knew.
And the people saw them up so high,
Some marveled, others wondered why.
So funny a tortoise flying
With two geese, they can’t stop laughing.
They said Tortoise will soon fall sick,
Gripping long in his mouth a stick.
Some said it was an ugly sight
To behold a tortoise on flight.
The angered tortoise heard them all,
He’d forgotten he’ll risk a fall.
Then the tortoise reproved them all,
Forgetting that he risked a fall.
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Olawale Famodun Poem
Many eyes on me
Twinkling with harmless, invisible attraction.
Effervescent eyes
Giving off bubbles of desire.
These eyes, some with almond shape,
With a light shade blend under brow for highlight,
Are sportive in how they look at me.
An ogle from oriental eyes,
Having a light bright shadow colour on the inner half,
They elicit randy retorts
That gives me jolts from the language their bodies speak.
I can’t stop staring at these many eyes
Like a million starry nights
Flickering and sparkling like
Gems of uncommon iridescence,
At my front and at my back,
Up and down.
All these eyes, these many prominent eyes
That have flat-pasted colour under their brows,
Their surveillance is tinged with ebullience,
It makes me remarkable things do all times.
I can’t keep my eyes closed because
They make my eyes respond, doing
Several interesting things. Hooded eyes
Give me fluttering squints
With bright colour like frost from
Their eyelids extending to the contour region.
These eyes that are many
Meaning many things, round eyes as well,
With light shade and a deeper tone,
Eying me wondrously-
Many sumptuous eyes on me.
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Olawale Famodun Poem
Am coming home. You don’t need to start looking for me.
I will bring home the pansy in the park, bear the berry
With the tongue of the sky, in the midst of the ocean’s appellation
And the statement they made to offend me; oh, yet am still
Coming home, darling, into your arms, honey; I don’t want to have
Any cause to seek your pardon when I know exactly what I need to do
To be right before your gleaming eyes, and soothing song from your palate.
The crest and trough of life will come home with me, into your arms
Into your waiting arms, your hopeful arms, your pulsating arms, oh darling
Of the rose where the field is boggy, and the feed is there but bears a price
Before you can get to possess it, isn’t life mean then, ***** or just
Understand it, on its shortcomings, for I have one and you have one, but
All I know am coming home to you, to sleep, to wake again in your arms, but
They are bored they look weakened before my own eyes those places
Where you stay, where you are expecting me to come and meet you.
What sinister eyes lurk in their corners, as if to grab me or to find
Reasons to impale me with verbal ordnance, but I have always kept
What I have said in words, and if I have to alter my principles, I made a notice
On their rectification in advance. Hence since you have heard not of them, or seen them
Or feel them; in essence, you don’t need the counsel of the oracle of doubt
To know, just as I have said, that I am coming home.
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Olawale Famodun Poem
The rain is coming
The clouds are gonging
But recipient land wails.
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Olawale Famodun Poem
No war has been waged
Yet on fatherland
Violent wars are raging.
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Olawale Famodun Poem
I would build mine own house
Out of mud in some parts
And concrete reinforcement in others.
I would
Build mine house of stone
From a foundation
No shaker can shake,
And many windows
Would people use
To hear welcome,
And a light,
Gleaming brilliantly
From my smile to them,
Through
Many smiling windows.
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