Adeosun Olamide

Adeosun Olamide Poems

321. Was My Son 3/2/2015
322. Her Last Note 3/1/2015
323. My Urge 2/26/2015
324. From Hell Tenants 2/22/2015
325. The Headline (Accused) 1/29/2015
326. Just When 8/26/2013
327. To Samantha 1/7/2015
328. From Happenings In My Dream 10/19/2014
329. Save Our Planet. Plant A Tree 7/1/2013
330. Last Night Dream Of A Friend 7/1/2013
331. The Life Of Alex Paul 3/7/2014
332. On Gods Silence 2/11/2015
333. Lucifer's Hell 2/16/2015
334. If I Die Tonight 2/26/2015
335. An Infantile Of Eerie 2/27/2015
336. From Sayings- The Imams Hunter 3/17/2015
337. Teaching From The Brethren 3/22/2015
338. I Thought Of You- 3/23/2015
339. My Moriam 2/24/2015
340. I See In All 3/19/2015
341. Heavens Gossip 3/14/2015
342. No Apologies 3/2/2015
343. Mary's Flame 1/12/2015
344. Through My Route 2/7/2015
345. What Jane Has Done 2/17/2015
346. Memory Lane 5/21/2014
347. A Mothers Eclipse 2/10/2015
348. Grieve Deeds 2/26/2015
349. Unlocked 2/26/2015
350. The Letter That Killed Tom In Uganda 2/26/2015
351. Inchoate Is Love 2/26/2015
352. Gallery 2/23/2015
353. From Professor Rabiu Diary 12/5/2014
354. Whispering Shadow 1/26/2015
355. Things We Like, Things We Do 9/23/2015
356. For Your Life Is Worth 3/10/2015
357. Unholy Thoughts 2/26/2015
358. Mothers Whispers 2/26/2015
359. On The Prison Walls 3/3/2015
360. Season Of The Coffin Makers 2/6/2015

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  • Poem By Poem By (6/25/2015 7:30:00 PM)

    this poet writes from a sacred place


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Season Of The Coffin Makers

Out here in mist, a virgin widow
With coffin just wedded husband
He died of laughter, she says
That was pure, untouched

In here the mist, a virgin mother
With coffin just wedded daughter
She died of syphilis, she hears
As priest turns her away

Out there in paradise town, a candle light
With coffin of virgin mother
She died of laughter, all says
That twitch sprouts in head hers

And silence in the cathedral
Out here beneath mist
The coffin of its priest
A veiled rapist night before shot- heard

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Traveler Stone

I have wandered lonely in deserts,
I have crossed oceans,
I have seen the mightiest of hills and valleys,
I have slept in mighty shadows of death, of pain.
I have heard of you, the gods has exposed me the way.
The crow of a cock is unlike the roar of cats.
The hisses of snakes are unlike the screeches of owls.
The croak of a frog is unique like the maiden of your city.
The gods has cursed your town with beauty.

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