Dimu Eric Olowo Poems

For when I was a child.
Beloved of my dear mother.
Pure, in my childly innocence
And my childly innocence
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Many a times ponder I
On the purpose of existence.
What really was I designed
To do in my brief sojourn
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Youthful Jack Robinson lived his
Years before his days were half
Spent.
Just like the little busy bee,
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Stole her my heart with her gentle mien, conquered she my soul with her peculiar mildness like a dove of May.
So sweet where her angelic smiles, that flung open wide my arms.For thought I this is flesh of my flesh, bone of my bones.

For I never knew that buried beneath, the loveliness, was the craftiness of a fox, instinctiveness of an adder, lurking in the dark to strike its prey.
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He stood dejected and forlorn
With a deep sad countenance
Staring back at the past,
The things He could 've done
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For four score years
Was man made for the airs.
If he be lucky, though rare,
Live he four score and ten year
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She was my minutes; I her seconds
I was her years and she my days
She was my moon; I her sun
I was her winter and she my summer
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For how long 'll the poor sigh
In grief and agony encore
Before a helping hand is offered.
Breathing out pains and moans
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Nature bequeaths to me a rare gem
More valuable than any precious stone
Which the eyes of man has ever behold,
Sparkling in beauty, ravishing in grace
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Write I words,
Sweet words.that brings relief
To an aching soul filled with grief
Words that binds two heart as one
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