Timothy Faboade Poems

WAR I
Like worn-out clothes their bodies char
Fires from the frightful suckling barrels
Give them the glorious, gracious garlands
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When Winter comes, witty Nature
Its beauties and glories evacuates
And for a while till March vacates
So, its fairness Winter won't puncture.
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Which has a more contentful bank
I once in my mind thought,
Each with its strength fought
Till both at night went blank.
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A Song of Hope
(composed when in despair)

You will still get through
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They shoulder all the world's woes,
They are the symbols of pains,
They reflect from their heads to toes,
Suffering and penury in plain.
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Please, tell the suitors of tomorrow
To consider her joy and sorrow
Tell them loudly to let her cater for
Herself just to avoid her flaw;
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On many a watery tongue
From here through to there
It's an arousing, rhythmic song
Many ears see it as being fair.
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It roars like irked, wily waves
On the flooded, bloody seas.
It like a snail coming out of cave
Walks with a great hot breeze.
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LIE:
On this land, in this world,
I remain an important part
Though I manifest in word,
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The stream of song in my throat
Barred from flowing like a sea
Dammed to forever in it float
Is howling and humming like bee.
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