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Oluwasegun Oke Poem
Too young to leap
Too old to dream
He bears nobody to ponder
But musters a blissful insight
A freelance in a broad daylight
Though, faceless when Emerged
Chanting hilariously at people who stared
Even though time has weared away his pride
You seldom hear him cry
With head buried in the sky; he lingers on
carrying ample of unquestionable cruds
And when he smiles, he raised his noxious lips slantly
Revealing the cynically coloured teeth to
his scurring espionage
Nevertheless getting glibs from retinue of seeming retards
All around the suburbs
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Oluwasegun Oke Poem
Yesterday's Frenzy
Caught in the sunny solitude
While on the coastal beach of lauretol
You were the enchanted princess
And i was innocent
Blushing in your frisson
Basking in the magical tent of the sunlight
Gazing at your Extremities
strolling past the succulence; yet you found me faultless
Before i dauted my pride
Memories of the crispy breeze made a scene of your
sinuos hair
But justice stood afar
As i prooved it, sliding through the Ocean tide
Melting away at night on your horrizon
Which caresses the stars in the sky
I persisted, forgetting the weirds
and wearies of our time
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Oluwasegun Oke Poem
This is the right time for poetry
This is a young man with a pen
This is the outskirt of fellony
It is a world of trend
This isn't what you earned
This isn't what you pend
This isn't what you learned
it is a blend
More like the raining days
Under the pillars
More like the spectacles
In the cinemas
When the winds blow North
And the South steared
When the the East pretend
Can the wise tell?
If you missed my birthday
You can guess my age
But if you missed my poetry
You are not my friend
Copyright © Oluwasegun Oke | Year Posted 2005
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Oluwasegun Oke Poem
This is the right time for poetry
This is a young man with a pen
This is the outskirt of fellony
It is a world of trend
This isn't what you earned
This isn't what you pend
This isn't what you learned
it is a blend
More like the raining days
Under the pillars
More like the spectacles
In the cinemas
When the winds blow North
And the South steared
When the the East pretend
Can the wise tell?
If you missed my birthday
You can guess my age
But if you missed my poetry
You are not my friend
Copyright © Oluwasegun Oke | Year Posted 2005
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