Stephen Olufemi Omolara Poems

1.
What warmth is innate a fireplace whose fire is extinguished?
Any hand spreads on it, no comfort received.
Can illumination forth come from dead coals?
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Now that Mr Honor is dead
His sad story I to tell:
He lived a life of near solitude,
His tent, only a few visited
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What do you say or what can you say about this abracadabra;
The more you look the less you see
Those that are involved so far confusion,
But the bystanders gain understanding.
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Will you believe it,
if you were told that I am this general that can pull mountains down,
Whose large palms, the sky can rest
With bulged muscles to make the world assured,
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I am dying to eat
I am dying to work
I am dying to be rich
I am dying for wealth
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If only if, our hearts, less competitive can be,
then in love, together we win.
If only if, our lives less oppressing can be;
Then in love, all we win together as one.
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Iye Femi, you held the moon and the sun
So that I, stars could pick.
Hunger you bravely faced, that my stomach will rumble not,
You stooped so low, others your head stepped
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Now that I am young; bones still strong and limbs agile,
I will think of one thing; my future.
An egg in incubation process:
Warming in the incubator of creation;
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The king of hell is here
Wherever he looks the death's sabre goes
The waves of his hands send the halberd of death on errands
His smiles, the gory stories told.
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You held the moon and the sun apart,
So that I, stars could pick.
The hunger you bravely faced, that my stomach will rumble not,
You stooped so low, others your head stepped
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