Folayemi Akande Poems

She hath no gift, than a fine loin of grace,
But her melodeous heart chants joyous praise.
I am not as loved, nor I a lover,
In what delight shall portal time lease her?
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When the sunrise clambers the hill
When beneath the tide reflects it hue
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Shall we or shall we not love?
Or dance to love's splendid tune
The question my heart do thrust
In depths of frosty winter bite.
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O ye stranger poet,
the flowers of my hrt,
the ocean salt that
bequeaths my gland a taste.
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Stand, look and softly draw your breath
From life's aportioned wings of wind.
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That which she did not feel, she would not sing,
A song from life's most adorning minstrel.
Her voice is crowned with melting flames of strings;
That makes heart's ears warm, dance and ever swell.
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If my best wine acquaint your taste
And my petty feast wins your smile
Silvery skylines shall glow awhile
I will bid the night not to haste
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Beneath her face resides black awful grim
unveil her lids and see many joyful corpse.

Pearls and gold, that all, she hath ever had
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It takes but two lips of fire
To make the frosty winter go
It takes a warming desire
To then make two lusty hearts glow
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Shall I pick my heart's broken pieces
From dusky streets of the roaming sky
Or plead benignly that time reverse?
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