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ADEWUMI JOSHUA Poems
Many miles deep in the forest Where all is green, His voice is keen: The woodpecker
What Is The Meaning of Life?
It takes a second to be born Minutes to grow Hours to mature And as the sun sailed down the sea
The Moonlight Hike
Every morning when I wake, I will stand and smile at my mirror. I will slide the curtain To press my face on the window pane.
The Stubborn Son
O Jehovah, I have a penchant for thy will. Even though pleasure surrounds me and my body pushes me to sin,
My Darling Little Babe
My darling little babe, Those hours are still mine: When you cried In the curl of my arms.
Let Us Dance Apala
Beat the drum Let us dance Apala Taking fine steps In our beautiful calicos
Let me see the silver line Hiding face behind these ugly clouds, Costing me my sons to send In place of libations.
On This Cold Night
As darkness shrouds the day, As the moon pours down mists That wash my face pale. I clinged on to my jacket
I have it clamped to my thigh: A sword in its sheath. I will draw it when it is time And wield it against thine.
Love, like an oil lamp When lighted and fueled Will burn till time expire
They came into this world Down the rope of volition; They all board a ship For their lifetime voyage.
The Last Day
A murderer lynching a thief; fornicators judging pornographers; leaving in the last days, silhouted from the truth.
Men Like Rain
Men like rain: born in the sky from the belly of mortal clouds, they fall with unknown fortunes
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Many miles deep in the forest
Where all is green,
His voice is keen:
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The echo keep coming.
Somewhere, the grasscutter could hear,
And he has no fear.
His fore- fathers had heard,
And they had not feared.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
And it shall be open unto thee
The woodworm heard,
And verily, it wrigglely flee.
We came and heard.
Verily, we were surprised!
We stood solidly in full silence
with all our attention
turned to the intellingence
in such wonderful ...