Micheal Olaniyi Poems

My life is pure,
the world is beautiful,
i respect the living,
and pays tribute to the deads.
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I slept,
but my heart was awake,
all night long on my bed,
i looked for the one;
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Struggle! Struggle! ! Struggle! ! ! , go through it,
its a challenge of life
and an allixir to poverty,
it starts at birth, it continues through life, and man continues to struggle to till death.
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Am alone in my own style, even though i could not figure out the written of the sky, directing me to my destination, but i could feel the breeze of the air, flowing nowhere-somewhere, cracks into my skin, saying 'i know how you feel', it dazzles me a lot, which makes me feel 'should i follow you'
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is house is only decorated with a chair, a foam and an old t.v,
he is so fat, that is belt is an equator,
like a woman delivering a baby at night, he groans,
and supported by the echo he has in his room as is fans.
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A letter from soweto?
I wonder to whom is this paper to,
but as the note goes thus
i realize it's from a good friend.
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Sitting solitary
makes my heart throbs,
reminiscing some memories
force my tearsdrop,
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Maybe the bright sunshine
arouse is abnormal mentality,
or when its the raining time
his psyche flauntate in continuity.
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I looked, looked and looked
as her neck took a loop
jolting like a pendulum bulb.
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