Ayandare Mayowa Poems

Pen to paper, I write,
Whether the burden of my heart be lifted,
I am blessed and fine and gifted,
And in high places I have hoped be seated,
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She calls the shots
She opens her own door, pays her own bills,
She paves her own way, fights her own battles,
She soothes effectively her sores, encourages herself,
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Behind large lilac poles and purple curtain,
The King rests his head,
Behind languished stables and worn curtain,
The servants pitch their tent.
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Never knew bad news can be this organized,
This innocent paper ostracized by an ill-mannered message, prophesying doom,
My body goosed, cheeks pale and pink,
Asking myself, ‘How did we get here? ’
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Just few words I seek
Arranged in hid to spell
Damsel of Brookville
Elegant and smooth.
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... and the grief paused the smile,
questioning his supposed blessing.
En route an uncharted turf,
continually speaking ill by the minute.
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In here
A world of little options
determining when and what goes in the mouth
determines when your chamber is shut.
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A decade of not hearing your voice
A decade of not seeing you smile
A decade, still no answer
Why you left without hint, without waive.
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Oh Lord! Help me to pass,
Counting on you to help upgrade my very low marks,
Scored in my failed attempt at solving life's further math,
Made complicated by the devils factorial pranks,
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A sacred temple censored and sealed,
Never before or on it any man dine, sacrifice or worship,
For a sworn sacred priest, her altar reserved.
Her thin and delicate border a she guards,
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