Ezio Olubelleau

Ezio Olubelleau Poems

Time went out a-fast,
In a dance of cock,
A time keeper thought a-cast,
He danced a-knock a rock.
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Slay and fall,
Wound and bawl,
Bleed and fade,
Slash and wail.
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A boy of twelve, impaled himself,
He said to his fellow, "Life's a scam."
The elders delve, "Free thyself, "
His parents slow, "This's, a jam.."
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Old but prime,
Weak yet strong,
A tune with which time rhyme,
Where the hearts be-long.
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A lone child smokes a-group.
A dancer sets the world aflame.
And my demon left me.
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Time, a chance for more
A spade with which one may spear
That perches, tortures one soul to its core
When it all ends, Thursday had long disappeared
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Aflame,
Sets the voice,
As is the city claim,
And its town-folks; rejoice.
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Who art thou?
Why doth thy wrath wreck havoc,
‘Pon this humble hamlet's door?
Sage father.
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Ezio Olubelleau Biography

Ezekiel Olasehinde by the pseudo name Ezio Olubelleau, known for his captivating and thought-provoking verses that resonate with readers on a deep emotional level, oftentimes writing based on contrasting items, critics of powers that be and a big advocate of peace as he tries to communicate it indirectly through his poetry. Born 1996 in Lagos, Ezio discovered his passion for writing at an early age, by un-bottling many of his inner thoughts. Throughout his years of writing poems he had explored various form of poetry and styles and studied work of esteemed poets from various era, of all he favorite " The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe. He draws inspiration from natures and human experiences and communicates it through metaphors.)

The Best Poem Of Ezio Olubelleau

A Dance Of Cock

Time went out a-fast,
In a dance of cock,
A time keeper thought a-cast,
He danced a-knock a rock.

A knock tapping quickly a-cock,
On a dreamy Wednesday morn,
While I was napping, a tap came a-shock,
'Who is it? ' I shed my slumber, and time a-gone.

'Who is it? ' that stormed a-door,
Perhaps a melodic dancer or a griot,
When I opened my chamber door,
I witness a feast, a dance a-cock and a riot.

'Who are you? ' to storm my sleep a-tempt,
The time keeper dances 'nemesis, a turn',
And the morn grew to night by the sept, I accept.
Time went out a-fast, my sleep return

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