Comments about Adeosun Olamide
Gently the brook that babbled by did in stillness
Daffodils tossed by the genteel breeze blemishes
Silence and fear cuddled, raped and caressed the
And all that was heard were whispers of pule
Agog by the knell of death tinkles ache,
The cluttering chains that smother existence
Yet in shackles of dis enthrallment I be
Blighted by vanquish of vanities achieved.
Tell soil not to rejoice for nutrient of bodies received in plight,
Nor be rapture in joy of not been trampled upon...
A Heart Of Gratitude
While day falls and the night calls in obvious whispers of departing art,
In the halls of earth we lay distraught,
With pall notes scrawled on the walls of tender heart,
Fondled by whispers of fond thoughts