Timothy Faboade Poems

He that has a good wife,
They say, has God's favour
And upon his soul and life
Is the coveted divine flavour.
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(For the victims of NIS recruitment exercise)

They struggle, grumble, rumble, mumble,
Pacing around like a cathedral bell,
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When the sun in the East rises
In the morning before the world wakes
To look for and prepare its daily cakes,
I hope for a day devoid of crisis.
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Like a little fair bird
Caught in lime twigs
Where its mother can
Only wait and watch,
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Out of the Five all ideas spring,
Either immediate or remote,
The Five to the mind are a King,
Though they are for long demot'd.
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In the dark, silent windowless room,
Where all wealth of many ages,
And the raw and refined glory zoom
Lies the soul's prison in a cage.
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How do we love and still hate?
When the cold fire of love burns,
Hatred commando-like turns
Towards the open heart gate.
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After the nuptial knot is tied
Before the collars, the cold altars,
And all the joyous waiting mortars,
The duo begin a new life so wide.
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When the black water was got
At the deep, watery region,
All limped to get their slot
Forgetting the will of the Union
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