ipaye olawole peter Poems

in the hand of my mistress


When this afternoon
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`1The unfinished battle


The strive is not over, if it is not over
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This cry like mother’s
This affection we longed to see
This dashed hope of a mother,
When this broad way to no-where be green
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My days were sad.
my life gone so deep in sin
when I remembered how the days were spent,
this ere quarter days of life mine.
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It makes me forlon, unarguably, i succumbed
didatic the plays obviously played
in the motherless haste though heavy brained
muted palm, will thus shortenend some trials
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freezed, muted i was very still
this long deserted soul mine
soul more bent and trembled
for a year i never witnessed sweeter
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Hard way always the only way
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Honey is gone to Lagos, though not a Lagosian.
Gone to lagos in this lonely hour
If time is in my side I should have turned back-
The hand of time.I should have caused it to stop,
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On the morrow


This day is spent, it was spent.
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