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Adeola Ademola Poem
A thief came into my home at night
Right after I barred the doors
And switched off the lights
He was deliberate with each step he stook
He knew exactly what he wanted to steal
A thief came into my home at night
As I journeyed in the dreams of my lover
Preparing myself as a present for our intending Union
Well wrapped in white Rosy dress for the conjugal ritual
A thief came into my house while I dreamt
Stealthy and desperate for a loot
He walked past my gold and pearls
And reached out for my lover's present as I slept
I resisted with everything I had
But he conquered and went away with everything I had to give
A thief came into my home
I think he took away my soul
Copyright © Adeola Ademola | Year Posted 2017
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Adeola Ademola Poem
After months of standing, walking and sitting by your side,
I summoned up enough courage to hold your hand for a few seconds.
Your hands were small, like that of a child,
And mine like giants wrapped yours like a present I wanted to give myself as a consolation of the love I had for you.
With that one touch, I made sharp communications of the intentions my tongue had found dull.
The hands were small, the palm was warm and the nails were short and blue.
That day, my hands were able to tell yours how much I loved you.
And I saw the way your eyes bulged, your cheeks blushed and lips curved to review that consenting smile.
Your hands slid out of mine as if to tell me “this was not the time”.
I would hold on to that consenting curve of your lips and wait,
’cause I know I would hold that hand again and again,
Till your whole body pushes us to pick a date.
A day when I slide a ring,
On that finger,
On that hand,
And then you would have mine.
Copyright © Adeola Ademola | Year Posted 2018
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Adeola Ademola Poem
Failing to succeed, succeed in failing,
And the people, they laugh and scorn
He just wanted to die
The blunt scorns of people numbed his brains,
And the sharp words, pierced his heart
He felt pale already
He felt dead already
A stool
A noose
A fan
A fool
Would loose
His life.
As the necklace of death carresed his neck
And empty tears on cheeks like pecks
His legs kicked the empty air
The fan conceded to his heavy weight and both came crashing down
Oh shucks! He even failed at dying
Copyright © Adeola Ademola | Year Posted 2017
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