Stephen Olufemi Omolara

Rookie - 63 Points [Ambassador Lara Steve] (Ode-Aye, Ondo State, Nigeria)

Stephen Olufemi Omolara Poems

1. When Wisdom Is Lost 11/1/2012
2. The Broken Salt Pitcher 11/1/2012
3. The Cross I Bear 11/1/2012
4. The New World 3/2/2011
5. Live For Love 2/22/2013
6. The Melody Of Love 2/22/2013
7. The Wing Of Wind 2/22/2013
8. The Humbled Poorman 3/1/2013
9. Happy Birthday 4/19/2013
10. I Love You Mama 6/6/2013
11. Almajeri 12/2/2012
12. A Second At A Time 12/24/2012
13. Online With Nature 9/11/2013
14. Psalm Of Thanksgiving 9/26/2013
15. My Love Come To Roost 10/3/2013
16. Just One Way To Love 10/3/2013
17. This Can Only Be Love 10/3/2013
18. Cradle And Grave 10/3/2013
19. The Mad Season 10/3/2013
20. Beast In The Cities 5/26/2014
21. Alagemo 4/30/2015
22. The River Between 5/5/2015
23. Love In Mourning Cloth 5/15/2015
24. Total Reflection 3/9/2018
25. Many Faces Of Love 3/2/2011
26. A Pain In The Ass 12/2/2012
27. Eko Akete (Lagos Nigeria) 3/9/2011
28. Thinking About What The Trees Are Thinking 9/26/2013
29. Love 1/3/2013
30. I Am Immortal 9/11/2013
31. My Fairy Tale 11/1/2012
32. Letter To Prof Wole Soyinka 11/1/2012

Comments about Stephen Olufemi Omolara

  • Omolara Eunice Olubunmi (6/16/2013 3:08:00 PM)

    An African who write as an African: filled with rich words.

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  • Stephen Olufemi Omolara Stephen Olufemi Omolara (3/1/2013 2:58:00 AM)

    He is an erudite writer.

Best Poem of Stephen Olufemi Omolara

Letter To Prof Wole Soyinka

to the stone that sharpens axe,
to the stone that grinds pepper,
to the bird that swallows snake,
to the woman who swallows man,
to the man who swallows lion,
to the hunter who returns
from exploit, when the day breaks,

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When Wisdom Is Lost

When wisdom is lost what do we use to find it?
If the head is cut why should the cap become prominent?
Where the wall is broken, who clamours for keys?
When the man is burnt who still looks for beard?
'Tis only a fool that looks for the mark of cut in water
He only can look for the tracks of flight of birds
Or better still want to know what the corpses eat in the grave.
When wisdom is lost, the elders dance naked in the markets
Passing calabashes of palm wine in merriment.

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