Folayemi Akande Poems

The macadam, a path broad and thorny,
Macerate skins worn and damn,
Through cloudless clime where fierce and corny,
They rise wearing somber pasty face,
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A plebeian pleated tattered garment of whirl,
Dusky, rusty, embodiment of rage,
Lingering on indigo witty night,
Mourned by carcase of lingering cave,
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As these night climbs over the heels of our affection,
please tell me that my dreams will be devoid your smiling face,
O lass of mogul esteem,
Make not of my heart your flirtatious ground,
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Your tongue o lass; full of lies
The sky toni't with many eyes
That which squint, an eye of mine
A tale to tell and draw a line
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Mr. Bushman,
The king of jungle venture,
With wings of hope and dangling gesture
Slain'er of dreams
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The remains of the sky a-float
That which untrodden under earth engulf
A lurch of hope at least at call beckon
To this day rise on comfy facade of the sun
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The world so caved
In time so caved
Down in trivia perpetuation
As though the heart is a rusty place for the nostril pant
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Even the precious emerald and ruby is but a penny,
To purchase this one night on lasting grace,
Thorns and needles, upon this rocky ground heaps,
Off home near home,
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