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Glory Adeniran Poem
THE LONE WOLF
I stood alone, amidst the trees completely
Lonely.
The chill bitter wind was of no help,
It blew cold stones.
I wondered what was worse than these,
Life without family?
Or perhaps i was wrong?
Left forsaken on an island surrounded by
brackish waters?
My eyes closed and opened and closed even
yet as they opened.
The gloomy gray white clouds wept,
shedding drops of rain.
I stretched my fore-paw to feel the rain,
it got blew off.
I stared horror stricken at the severed arm
but felt no sting or pain.
I was numb stricken, I was without my beating
heart.
The warmth of memories of love escaped my
brain.
This was pain beyond the cure of my
endorphines.
I looked at the emptiness within me, what was
Amiss?
I was like a floating island no one likes.
I crashed against one rock or the other an island
with false roots.
Deep in me, I knew I was like a flower,
A bennihana.
I was alone, wandering from line to trap and finally to
Doom.
I was a Lone Wolf it's pack.
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Glory Adeniran Poem
Draguda
As we stole our way into the mountains
We had molten our fears and despairs
We stood apart and refused to walk in pairs.
We became Mad Men too familiar with pain
The loud howl came from within,
And our poor souls immediately grew thin.
The myth was real or so we gazed,
In the cold heat we shivered and freezed.
She looked surreal and big,
With grace did she pace her keep.
We still hoped for a glimpse to catch,
Covering our mouths with limbs we watched.
She flapped one great wing and the other,
Draguda, the black furred daughter of thunder.
Her long slender tail with a sword on it's tail,
Flailed it's way about in the dark cave.
Her eyes were red like the fire she spat,
Her Wolf nose shone, it was coral white.
Her dark furred body was always silhouetted,
As she spread her eagle wings against the sky at
Night.
After we left the keep of myth,
After we saw Her Majesty move with grace and
Power.
We were never the same.
When we returned home, we were gilded,
We just met the myth, we just met with legend.
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I was cold and cloth less,
But the sun stared at my weak body miserly.
I was hot and melting,
But the moon withheld It's cool bitterly.
I travelled alone in the dark,
But there was not one star to shimmer.
I tried to cross the river,
But it's torrents roared in anger.
Each time I bent to drink,
It became black, brackish, bubbling water.
When I came to the sea,
It rose and parted in hatred for me see.
Even the high hills,
Spared me no restoring views.
Valleys merged with desert,
Cuddle cats with tigers.
Greens at my back slashed.
They spoke the same thing,
Go back to your creator and it shall be well with thee.
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