olawuyi Oluwole Poems

It is an ancient mariner
And he stoppeth one of three.
- 'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stoppest thou me?
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I wish that I could escape this struggle, or escape the mind set that creates this struggle,

I'll debate this struggle, with other's that I know can relate this struggle,
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I never knew a broken heart could keep on breaking.
You keep on sending your love but no ones there to take it.
Rivers of tears keep a steady flow…
But no ones there to know.
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The sun now rose upon the right:
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.
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There passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each eye.
A weary time! A weary time!
How glazed each weary eye,
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'I fear thee, ancient mariner!
I fear thy skinny hand!
And thou art long, and lank, and brown,
As is the ribbed sea-sand.
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Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary-Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from heaven,
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A pretty girl meets a handsome man,
Once upon a Saturday night.
He takes her home and he kisses her,
And they make love with all their might.
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FIRST VOICE

'But tell me, tell me! speak again,
Thy soft response renewing -
What makes that ship drive on so fast?
What is the ocean doing? '
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