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Olu Agbolade David Poem
Cactus
Your soul needs food and nurturing;
Your heart needs water and life;
Your body needs both to be fulfilled;
A thirsty soul will be weak and die.
A starved heart will corrupt and wither.
A body without a heart will lose the soul.
You may have water and still be thirsty,
You may have food and still starve,
You may have everything and have nothing,
For all is but at best vanity, vanity, vanities.
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Sold Out Lilies.
They are angels and goddesses well betrayed
Their protégés so diverted by other matters ,
Their hearts led astray by the naivety of minds,
And their hands moving rampant in their constant
Confusion contained continuously in assured future
Suffering ,and without respite or restraint or remorse .
They are in millions and ubiquitous bearing their mystery,
Taking their giant strides with their tiny feet unguarded ,
Wobbling without strength or stamina and skill to sway
Tomorrow lights toward the destiny bosom as their
Predestination continually poke at calamity's abode -
Unknowingly tugging at the white grisly bear's paws.
And many of the called leaders continue to practise
Modern sorcery, jingoism and higher sophistry with
Shocking impunity, with no slightest interest in that
Little girl hawking water on that dangerous highways ;
The teenage girl that died from abortion was just thirteen
Has been raped by trust long before that four thugs will
Defile her that lonely evening at the glare of guidance.
A nation that delights in messing about with its children
Enjoy holding its young ransom for whatever reason,
Is devoid of wisdom, honour and decorum; an enemy
Of that tomorrow and of nationhood for this duo's fate
Hangs firmly on the vibrant and the purposeful young;
But will tomorrow wait for the moment to congeal for direction.
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Olu Agbolade David Poem
Modern Weddings Wakers
My passion is poetry,
To write is my special gift- created or imagined;
Know marriage is not a laughing matter ,
Wedding is not a joke , for it can generate great laughter.
It is the crux of a life of beauty;
It is the quiet sounds of fulfillment.
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The James Bond Effect
Walk only at your pace; or you fall.
Aha, yes.
Bite only what your mouth can contain; or you puke.
Eh...ehn, yes.
Carry only what your legs can endure; or you crash.
Wao, wao, yes,
Your heart can be tender if you don’t overload with dirt;
Or you become terrible.
Oh, yes.
Unwise you become.
Anyone that runs past the wind,
Sprinting with the unknown spirit .
It is either you past your calling,
Or the strength of the spirit overwhelmed.
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Tarts
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
Sweetness of bitter-leaf is the antithesis of nature,
Lacks the wherewithal to counsel bee-stung hunter
Of the sweetness filled in the honeycomb chambers,
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
And nothing could prepare the fresh-married virgin
For the excitement of climaxes, when the beginning
Was an anticlimax of pain and blood and in-depth
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
But the real joy only comes when their is a blossoming ,
And their is enduring fruitfulness and life limitless,
The beauty and passion and playful tantrums of togetherness.
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am
For am sweet and exciting
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee
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Olu Agbolade David Poem
The Disabled.
You might be fit as fiddle
Yet be more disabled than the legless;
You might be as colourful as peacock
Yet be more disabled than dwarf;
You might be busy as bee
Yet be more disabled than shelless slug;
You might be champion of your world
And know your onions indeed-
But you do nothing to benefit
Your world and society in need;
Then you are the most disabled indeed.
Being disabled is barely a physical thing,
For if your mind or conscience is eroded,
And your psych corrupted; you are truly disabled.
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Old England
The spirit gather beyond the baobab tree,
Singing the tune of the ancestors
At the entrance of the pub house,
Before the scarlet girls will transform!
As the cheers bury the PM speech,
And the fathers enter the spirit shadows
To release and possess,
The screams of the noisy night!
The handshake of the gods eire,
The spirit refusing to pass on,
As ancestors summons a great
Gathering to appease the future,
And chastised the child to look
Out for new city and old England !
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