Folayemi Akande Poems
A Stranger In Spring Time
My soul is long elevated
At this remarkful prowess.
Did you settle in this motion?
Or toyour just path sought.
A dine with the avant-garde artist,
A night of splendor,
Upon a cloud so transfixed,
With wealth of questions scorching beneath the dinning mat.
For what reason should her path elude her taming sight?
Could the road be wayward?
I wonder so.
Her sultry innocent eyes at my naked lips flutter,
As each bawdy word reached her virgin ear,
With sensational delight.
But this night would stride forth
And the cadence cloud would at no ...
The Talking Gun
We shall not drop our guards to petty threats, Not under this moon sundial that slumbers our fate. When the moonlight ripples settles at our embankments. Our thirst for liberty is at war, Lingering on the cry for freedom, Together shall we break From these furnace of tyranny. Behold, the indignant fragment Of our broken tears, Would amou