Kolade Seun

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Kolade Seun Poems

1. This Morning... 7/27/2013
2. Mine Air 7/26/2013
3. Wonders... 8/3/2013
4. Little Dark-Board 8/10/2013
5. It-'soul Beauty' 8/10/2013
6. 'Aftermath'... 8/12/2013
7. Birthday Wish 8/23/2013
8. 'Great Shark' 8/27/2013
9. 'Holy Word' 8/31/2013
10. Thoughts Ordeal... 3/27/2014
11. Motherhood Travails 3/27/2014
12. Seething Day 3/27/2014
13. 'A Lone' 5/15/2014
14. Family 7/28/2014
15. Stick Sight 8/8/2014
16. Free Not Freedom 9/12/2014
17. Yes Love; No Love 9/12/2014
18. Best World 9/22/2014
19. Court Of Life 9/23/2014
20. Exam In Nation 10/19/2014
21. Heart Beat 10/19/2014
22. Who Owns This Stage? 11/29/2014
23. Birthday 12/22/2014
24. Who You Are 12/22/2014
25. Celestial Battle 7/29/2015
26. Light Secrets 12/4/2015
27. Apocalypse 12/23/2015
28. Apocalypse 2 9/6/2016
29. This Woman 9/7/2016
30. These Things... 9/9/2016
31. Thirsty Eyes 9/9/2016
32. The Dead Imagination 9/9/2016
33. Pray For Me 10/23/2016
34. Lovebite 4/30/2017
35. A Trip To The Sea 10/16/2013
36. For Dadda 12/22/2013
37. Little Mighty 2/27/2014
38. Azure Bird 2/27/2014
39. Life Vicissitudes 3/27/2014
40. 'Lost' 12/25/2013
Best Poem of Kolade Seun

'Lost Tree'

Oh! What a cause to lament for;
the pollard has been cut off, the strong Iroko is now sore.
The polemics have been extra-ordinary in their new clone.
Oh! See what exility has done!
Oh! How true it turns out: the best way to enslave a tree is by deculturizing it from its root.
Oh! Now it thinks she has a new look...cute.

Let the tears flow,
black pride has gone low.
Polarized perspective about the soil.
Oh! How deculturized thy soul is...

How egalitarian does thou see thy fellow tree now?
No, they are too natural before thou.
They've not been ...

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It-'soul Beauty'

Who art thou, that speaketh: 'the beautiful one's are not yet born?
Who'd ever know, such a soul exist?
Your beauty, define lots of wealth!
Your very kind, designed to mock the very existence of 'rote';
The bloom in thy cheeks must be that of buoyancy!
How sweet everything about thou must be...

Where does thou place thy eye's, saying: 'they are not yet born? '
Oh! How blind thou must be!

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