Micheal Olaniyi Poems
|41.||Lost Of Marbles||11/18/2014|
|42.||On The Roll, In The Bus||11/18/2014|
|44.||Empty Street; The Dream||11/7/2013|
|45.||If Not For My Old Age||6/15/2014|
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''come in Master A'' i heard
and with an outstanding confidence
i stood amidst them,
my hand behind my back,
resting on my ass.
Their eyes nearly pierced through my skin,
and their lips clapped inceasantly
as they besiege my defence
with downpour of questions
falling in torrent
But for Mr B's fiasco
i wonder what triffle,
witholding one of the best result,
but couldn't reply a specie-specific question
has he stepped in for the horror show,
his heart fluttered.
'' what is your name Master? ''
''Mmmy naame is, ehn sorry i mean ...
A Man For All Season
My life is pure,
the world is beautiful,
i respect the living,
and pays tribute to the deads.
I never lost my praise,
i blows in air and dives on the sea,
and i never forget to prey,
on my aromatic delicacy.