ifedayo oshin Poems

Start her up with school
She’ll end up in tower and power

Give’em to teachers
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My eyes on a gorgeous goddess
transfixed, transfigured, I couldn't turn nor twist
by the chants and charm of her hairs and eyes
her eyes like emerald, brighter than Liberian diamonds
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the dawn burst thrust through
the belly of the night
wary by the abiding presence
of hosts of milkyway and the mighty moon
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Longest night it was
The morning refused to rise
Languidly, it wrapped itself in a dark cover
Morning dew were long overdue
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Deliberate late morning wake
sauntering lazily to the restroom
emptying my bowel of the residue of night before
while listening to Nimyel on Rhythm
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She is a woman
Cool calm and collected;
If placidly, she tugs and lags
Like a sheep behind every successful shepherd
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We walked, whispered under the watchful
Eyes of the moon and the stars
In desolate deserts, gardens, and streets
We were like the last surviving members
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I AM A SYCOPHANT
I love eye-service
A great deal of sycophancy
I am big on people-pleasing
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It's dawn
but the birds are still hanging on the trees
the moon's just leaving the scene
and the sun getting set to rise
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I have this feeling
That some things great are about to happen today
That this day is about to go down as one of my best days ever
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