Ayandare Mayowa


Ayandare Mayowa Poems

1. Oh! Young Mary 3/31/2011
2. When It Dawned On Me 4/13/2011
3. Life 4/23/2011
4. In His Vineyard 4/23/2011
5. Prodigal Chant 4/23/2011
6. Lover Of My Soul 4/30/2011
7. Missing You 5/12/2011
8. You Inspired This Sonnet 5/27/2011
9. All Be False Impression 5/27/2011
10. Twenty First Century Girl 6/8/2011
11. The Highway 6/8/2011
12. In Praise Of Poetry 6/8/2011
13. Dieing Slowly 6/8/2011
14. Marriage Fears (Pidgin Version) 7/13/2011
15. Young, So Promising 7/18/2011
16. Golden Jubilee 7/18/2011
17. Pseudo Patriachs 7/29/2011
18. Like Yesterday 8/6/2011
19. I Am Still Here 8/15/2011
20. Coded Me 8/15/2011
21. Bragging 8/15/2011
22. This That War 8/20/2011
23. Unfinished Business 8/20/2011
24. Live Your Life (Nothing Is Perfect) 8/20/2011
25. Viper 8/20/2011
26. Wise Sayings Of A 'Foolish Man' 8/20/2011
27. I Promise 8/20/2011
28. One Day, I Will Break In 6/8/2011
29. Lamentations 8/13/2011
30. If God Gives Me Five Minutes 8/20/2011
31. The Plebeains Sorrow 9/4/2011
32. A Quarter Of My Quota 9/4/2011
33. Beyond This Moment 9/4/2011
34. She Is The Man 10/20/2011
35. The Too Important Two 10/20/2011
36. Dread Paper 10/20/2011
37. Few Words. 6/23/2017
38. Hoping 7/11/2017
39. Oh Lord, Helppp Me To Pass 10/20/2011
40. The Sealed Temple 10/20/2011
Best Poem of Ayandare Mayowa

Wenger And The Angry Arsenal Fans

Dare you, say up Wenger,
And behold Arsenal FaNs fume in anger,
For when one commentator said Arsene,
To some aggrieved ear, it sounded arson,
And to a disgruntled yoruba ear, asin,
I wondered, his atrocities that much.
Mufu burst-ed: Clichy by another club cliched,
A replacement, the prudent man takes a risk,
Gibbs definately will click.
Now Denilson gone,
One of the few who seldom fire the dusty canon gun,
And what as Mr Wenger done?
The power house, midfielder fabricator of gas, Fabregas,
For Arsenal, seem out of gas,
But Professor holds...

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In His Vineyard

In His Vineyard
We fed and bred
Health and wealth
We were nourished and flourished
Happy
Riding on fine horse
Until
He came to pluck us
Then

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