Kayode Benjamin Benorosco

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Kayode Benjamin Benorosco Poems

1. Tears! ! ! 2/9/2012
2. I Will Do Whatever 2/9/2012
3. Let You Replace Everything 2/9/2012
4. A Valentine With My Mum 2/14/2012
5. Alone On Valentine 2/14/2012
6. And Here Comes Val 2/14/2012
7. Unanswered Questions 2/25/2012
8. The Piece Of 2go Leaving. 2/25/2012
9. Incidented Rapture 2/25/2012
10. Who Can Say? ? ? 2/28/2012
11. Where Is Yesterday? 3/12/2012
12. A World Within The World 3/17/2012
13. The Cause Of Tears 3/17/2012
14. Papa's Tears 3/17/2012
15. The Petty Boaster 4/11/2012
16. Read My Lips As I Say The The Word 10/18/2011
17. In The Name Of My Mother 1/12/2012
18. A Past Of Tear's 2/6/2012
19. Faraway 2/8/2012
20. Goodbye Friend 2/8/2012
21. As Old As History 2/8/2012
22. Happy Birthday Dippan 2/8/2012
23. The Gift 2/8/2012
24. This Love Tale 6/14/2012
25. A World Within The World (Ucc) 7/4/2012
26. Petty Sins (A Poem Drama) 7/15/2012
27. **m0sunmola** 11/22/2012
28. *they Sang* (Happy Birthday) 11/22/2012
29. And Unfriendly Note To Grist 3/12/2013
30. Ashore Healings 5/26/2012
31. Cypresselly (An Ode) 5/30/2012
32. Love 3/3/2014
33. Your Dreams 2/9/2012
34. A Cry For My Country 5/30/2012
35. Black Freedom 3/3/2014
36. The Lady In Red 4/23/2012

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The Lady In Red

And i stood awhile with gaping eyes at her.
Gazing without stop.
And getting muse in thoughts.
In a dulcet i wailed in heart.
With eyes open i gazed at the sight.
With dim eyes never bright.
And every sight always slight.

Oh lady in red.
Exclamations of the sight semblance of her sweet slow motioned blinking eyes.
Adorations of her illumating brown skin like terazon tiles.
A speech with her i plea alone.
That she be mine i wished far away from hope.

And out of my sight she went.
Leaving me in sadness and thoughts of loosing an heaven sent.

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A Past Of Tear's

And i opened my eyes agape to the first morning of my life,
On my mothers back i felt the first cold morning dews dat my history will ever record,
Tears was the first visitor, and pain was the knwn childhood friend,
With my young hands i itched my tender eye wit my whole little strenght as if they were nt mine.
I itched and itched wit the hope of getting the pains in them out.
Pains stayed in my eyes wit their vows that they will be there 4ever.
I cried out oceans wit the believe dat my

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