Olawale Owoeye Poems

The fear,
Designed in the fainted green of our beaut
Uniform, makes us more matured
In the battle of boundaries, of
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And you gave birth to the long ago pregnancy of interest,
You fed it with the breast of eagerness,
Clothed it with the colourful clothes of wants
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With all your effort on me;
I'm still but a student

With those dry and wet heads
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Digger of deceased grave,
Eager to eat thousands flesh, your
Apoplectic face lures people into graves
Transporter to another world;
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In that your backyard beautiful-yellow Lilly,
Looking for gentle rodents
I eye you beautiful lady
My heart wriggles, turns
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The love sits on me to think,
And the accent of it's pun
Turns the sky pink
To see the moon like a star, laughter on
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In the wings of night
I'll fly to bid you 'goodnight'
The hungry mouth of sleep awaits me
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