David Olusanya Poems

When the moon walks on your heart,
And the world is all an art;
It is a priceless portion poetry-
A poet's song of liberty.
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Little children, don't be swayed
from the path that Christ had laid.
For his blood had washed your skin
from the scathing stripes of sin.
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When I gave my heart to you,
and you gave yours to me too;
You became my mortal goddess
And saved my soul from distress.
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Withhold not your wits from these sayings;
Rather, marry the virtues that breathe in them.
Let these lots be your cravings,
and of them, be a living emblem.
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"Come and have a nap
on my smooth and polished lap.";
a luscious lass,
call on work men as they pass.
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What then now, if I die?
Cheerfully taking the tomb to lie.
Do not feel in your heart too sorry,
or saddle your spirit with worry.
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Life might a poignant plane,
dressed with ditches to have your slain;
Never waste your wits to weep,
else you drench in life's direful deep.
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I stood in the middle of the center,
Sucked my food from a poisoned placenta.
Yet I live!
Because I believe;
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These words that I write,
they are life and they are light.
These things that I do,
they are of the world I woo.
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Though your beauty springs like roses,
it will soon, like smoke do fade.
When all your manners and luxurious poses,
are denied all attention paid.
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