Song Of Myself Poem by Oluwatosin Thomas

Song Of Myself

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In the wake of the 6th day of the 9th moon,
The hen barks and dog crows,
Sun in the night and moon in the day,
All for a new season melted with pleasantries,
For a king is born.
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With a loafe heart i beckon my soul,
I tipped and leaned to view a spike of summer grass.
From this soil, this air,
Made the tip of my blood and language of my tongue.
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Just as blood relation bequeaths children,
So my parents from the equivalent bequeathed me.
Age on the roadway race,
Hoping to end not till death.
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And with the scene of the full-moon trill,
Hence, my song will sing again
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)

Tuesday, March 26, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: song
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 18 February 2020

" In Whitman’s Song of Myself (which appears to be where most modern readers encounter this spelling) , the phrase “I loafe and invite my soul…” means that the poet is relaxing and allowing himself time for spiritual (and physical) regeneration." I THINK you borrowed a tiny bit from Walt W's much longer poem. This poem does not work for me, but will for some i suppose. bri ;)

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Chinedu Dike 23 September 2019

A lovely display of fine poetic skills ceremoniously rich in tone. A poignant piece of poetry written in verse with literary conviction. Thanks for sharing.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 31 March 2019

And ur Thomas a KING DID you read my Poem MOM'S SMILES FOR YOUR QUEEN

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Dr Dillip K Swain 26 March 2019

With a loafe heart I beckon my soul/I tipped and leaned to view a spike of summer grass...I profusely admire poetic beauty of the expression! A beautiful poem....10

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Gajanan Mishra 26 March 2019

Full moon trill, Sing again

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